sad words make a sad story

jim

I am a 17 year old boy. I am not emo. Just a typical Asian boy in school who carries a guitar around 247..

This summer I felt I fell in love for the first time.
I grew up without a father since I was 6. My mom is a clinical counselor (ironic isn't it). I liked drinking, got into fights and had problem with sexuality. I moved 6 times in 4 years and even more before that. I have no friends now, my sister and my mother makes me the third wheel. I am the second choice.

One day my old friend who was very spiritual manipulated me into thinking I could fit into her community of religious people and that I'll have a great time visiting for the summer. I worked at a religious camp for a month with her.. I felt passionate about her. Trust me I've had friend-girls and girl friends but she... was different. We'd get into fights and even when things escalated into anger.I'd still lover her and would kill to make her smile while she looks at me in the eyes. I lived with her being the only person foolish enough to open my heart. The night I left was the night when reality first struck me this summer. I hugged her before I left. And when I did.. I held her.. But she gave me the sense or the release. And I knew it then. I'm leaving. I will never see her again I will always and only be her friend.

Now I'm back in the city, my last year will start.
I have found out she is now in a relationship with someone else.
My family is dis-functional.. I have no friends and the only girl I ever loved is now with someone else.

If you are reading this.. L.M.A
I love you. When I left you told me.. You held in something.
Something you were going to tell me... I don't plan on finding out. I'm in total ruins.. I'll have to let you go after this final thought. I will have shed my last tear by this.
This isn't a sad story. It will only be a memory and soon you and I will only be someone you used to know...
If we ever meet again..