Once upon a time, A boy named Clay from school bought me ice cream. He bought me ice cream and we hung out together. Everyone teased us and said we were dating but it wasn’t like that for me. Eventually, Clay asked me to a middle school dance and never showed up. Because his parents wouldn’t drive him. After that, I got mad at him and I wouldn’t talk to him. He thought I was a lot madder than I actually was and although we still kind of talked, I got a boyfriend. I loved my boyfriend more than anything in the world and when he left me I tried to kill myself. I lived and moved away to go to college.
Clay eventually got the guts to talk to me again. We started going to the movies, going to dinner, and hanging out like we used to. Eventually, he leads on that he wanted to be more than my friend. It started as us just watching Tv in my apartment, he jokingly asked if I wanted to make out and I said sure! and gave him a big exaggerated kiss on the lips as a joke. He told me it was his first one and I felt so bad so I gave him two real ones.
The next time we met up it was more than just kisses, we ended up half naked in my bed and he wanted to have sex. I said no, I didn’t want to. He understood.
A couple of weeks later, he came to see me for Valentine’s day and I ended up losing my virginity to him. I didn’t mind. He was sweet to me and had once told me he had liked me since preschool. But not even 10 minutes after we were done he broke up with me. He said the hour long drive to see me was too much, and how they were promoting him to the manager position. I told him I understood. A few weeks later I thought I was pregnant and reached out to him. He never answered a single text.
Although luckily the test was negative,
My heart is broken and I wish he would talk to me.