two years

bethany

once up a time, when i was fifteen years old i dated a boy. he was sexy and handsome and just everything i could ask for in mister perfect. he was also very experienced. i was in love about a month and a week into the relationship. although i'd never felt this, i was certain he was it. the months went by as we grew closer and closer. we shared so many secrets and so many memories and we laughed so much. i had never gotten past so much as a kiss with a guy, although i found myself getting in deeper and deeper into wanting more and more from this guy. so, i grew more attached. about two years had past, and we had spent nearly every waking hour together and so many nights together. and, eventually in time, i had lost my virginity to him. i was completely certain that i wanted to spend forever with this boy, but a terrifying awakening snapped me back to reality. his sister that was my same age came to me one day, telling me that he had been sleeping with another girl some nights whom wasn't me. i was in disbelief, and i actually laughed in her face when she told me at first, but then i went to talk to this girl that he had allegedly slept with, and she didn't deny it whatsoever. she told me that he said he was single when he was messing around with her. i was mortified and heartbroken after i found out and denied breaking up with him until he finally ended it, saying that i didn't do it for him anymore. finding out that she was only one of the few girls he had slept with throughout the two years, was the hardest thing i've ever faced so far;
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