Linh
Dieu Lam
Samantha
Bell
Honors
COMP I
26
August 2014
I
could not continue living without him, or so I believed. I found myself in him,
so losing him meant losing me as well. No one suspected that I would be dumped
by him. They all thought it would be the other way around since it seemed as
though I yield power in the relationship. What they didn’t realize is that he
wasn’t perfect either. He would scream, scoff, growl, throw and bangs things
violently, and kept me crying in his room – begging him to let me leave.
But
I still loved him. Now, how would a 16 year old know what love truly was? What
is the difference between infatuation and love? What is love to begin with? I’m
still not sure but I knew I loved him. If the very thing that completes me
doesn’t love me anymore, what was I to do?
I
relied completely on him. He was my best friend; he was who I envisioned my
future with. He was my mirror. I was even closer to his family than my own. I
felt as though my family was too critical and pessimistic so I connected to his
with greater ease. Surrounding and submerging myself in him and his life, I
lost who I was.
I
sunk in the abyss of depression. Everything was tasteless with a hint of
bitterness. The world was bleak and silent.
