My first love was a girl in the eighth grade. We never dated, but did consider it at one point. Our friendship lasted very shortly, as we had a major blowout in the ninth grade and I haven’t said a word to her face since. She had a baby junior year and was the talk of the whole school up until she took several months off once she gave birth. Then, months before graduation, her father (who is a construction worker) had to locate down south for his job. They moved, and about a year later their house, and the few other buildings surrounding it, were demolished and the area was turned into a parking lot for the local train station that was next door.

I know this was really random, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll probably never see or hear from her again, but I can’t help to drive past that parking lot every week and look at it, thinking about how all of that history we had together in such a short amount of time is gone just like that. It’s just incredible how it’s all suddenly erased. It’s literally as if she never even existed.

Last I heard, she was still dating her baby daddy and is expecting another child. I don’t know if the part about her having another kid is true, but I wish her the best. I just hate how we ended on bad terms. It was so long ago, just about 7 years back, but I can’t forget her. She was my first heartbreak.

The last time I saw her, and the last image I have of her in person, was her crying. I was walking down the hall and she had just left a teachers room after saying goodbye since it was her last day before moving, and I noticed that there were tears in her eyes. She turned her eyes in the opposite direction probably due to embarrassment, but I knew why. I was on my way to see the exact same teacher in her room, and couldn’t believe that of all the days during those four years, the last time I’d see her was in the hallway with just us two together the day before she’d leave forever.

We didn’t saying anything to each other, though. We were total strangers at that point. We just kept walking and moved on with our lives.

I’m pretty sure she still doesn’t have any respect for me. I had blocked her on Facebook throughout all four years of high school after our falling out. It wasn’t until after we graduated that I realized it was time to grow up. I finally unblocked her but didn’t reach out to her or even send her a friend request. I don’t know how she found me again after I blocked her (I’m guessing that she one day searched for me or noticed that I was probably suggested to her to add as a friend), but she blocked me back.

Needless to say, I don’t care about being blocked back. We’re two different people who are now grown up. She went and got her certificate in beauty, and I’m in college going for my degree.

I wonder if she ever thinks of me, just like every now and then she’ll pop into my mind. But I know she does. She has too.

I don’t know why I felt the need to share this, but I wanted to. Thank you.

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