So my ex-boyfriend (let’s just call him Prince Charming or PC for short) and I just broke up like 5 days ago. I never thought we were going to break up even though we are just in 8th grade and he is 13 and I am 14. I thought PC and I had the best relationship ever. We are both soccer players and we loved each other more than words can say. We had dated before in the 7th grade and we didnt really last much longer than a month. But after summer vacation and the beginning of the 8th grade, I decided to tell him how I felt. Somehow, even though he had a girlfriend at the time (who was not very pleased to hear that he liked me), he told me he felt the same way. We became friends instantaneously and after a while we started calling each other our best friends. We were basically inseperable, never leaving each other’s sides, always talking to each other in the halls between classes, and texting nonstop on school nights. Eventually, he asked me if I liked him enough to go out with him. Of course I said yes; he was all I ever imagined my boyfriend to be like. PC asked me out on September 27, 2012 (aka the best day of my life). I said yes and things were beyond amazing in our relationship. We were the cutest couple in our school as many of our friends told us time and time again, and we ended up with something most teenagers I know never have had, a relationship longer than just a month. We did everything together at school, just like when we were best friends. We still were best friends, we were just dating on top of that. PC went to all my soccer games, and I went to all his games. He went to all my basketball games, and I scored 3 pointers for him. I got along with his parents, and he got along with mine. At lunch time, since it was getting colder outside, the high school soccer coach decided to start an indoor soccer league in the gym for the school. Both of us being soccer players, we went everyday and played all the time, sometimes even against each other which we thought was fun. But when we weren’t playing, we would sit with each other and talk, about anything because he was so easy to talk to. When the soccer league ended we were kicked outside, which wasn’t too bad for me since I could still talk to him all throughout lunch. These were the best times of my life. Soon, outdoor soccer was over and all the best 8th grade soccer players in Mountain Home joined together to form an actual indoor soccer team, which PC and I were both on. It was extremely fun and our team was actually pretty good. On the last game, we were playing against a 12 year old team so my coach thought it would be funny to put me as the goalie. It was pretty funny, mostly just because PC scored on me (even though he was on my team) and his mom was there to take pictures of it all. No matter how mad I was at the time, I still loved him with all I had and had no bad thoughts about any of it. A couple of weeks later was Christmas, and he invited me over to his grandma’s house for a Christmas Eve party. Of course i said yes; I wanted to spend all the time in the world with him. It was probably one of the best nights of my life, spending time with his family, all the wonderful food, his whole family doing karaoke, and of course, I got to see him. Surprisingly enough, we got to spend some time alone that night. We were all in the living room and everyone got up and left except us two. We just sat there and talked like normal, falling for each other even more with every word that was said. When I went home that night, he was all that was on my mind. I knew in those moments that I had found my true love. I knew I was young, and he was too, but somehow in the midst of all the junior high drama and fake love, we had found each other. The next few days after that were absolutely amazing. But about halfway through Christmas break, we got in an argument which was over in less than a day. But the few words that were said to each other that day, changed our relationship forever. We started getting into more and more arguments and we didn’t enjoy each other’s company as much and we weren’t as happy with the relationship we had built from a friendship. We weren’t acting like a couple usually acts. Finally, I realized what would happen if we didn’t fix our problem and I told him we should just forget all the bad things of our past and just remember all the good moments. This didn’t help us out at all and less than a week later we got into another argument. This time was different though. We both told each other that we didn’t think we should date anymore if all we were gonna do is fight. I was more hesitant to say it than PC, who admitted to right away. It broke my heart to hear him say it. On the morning of February 20, 2013 we both decided that it was best if we didn’t date anymore. From then on, I became depressed. The whole first day, I sat in school not talking to anyone and barely smiled, mainly only to show people I wasn’t dead. I went home that day and cried myself to sleep, which soon became a nightly thing. I’m still extremely sad about the breakup. I’m not happier being single because everytime I look at PC now he seems to be so happy and I am still so sad. It feels like I am being stabbed in the stomach everytime he crosses my mind, which turns out to be a lot. I want him back more than anything, but he still doean’t think we were meant to be. He said that maybe in the future we will get back together again. I just want to know what happens to us in the future. He was my everything, my life, my reason to get up in the mornings, and now that he’s not.mine anymore, I feel like I have nothing to live for. He means so much to me still and I wish he could just understand that. Nighttime before I have gone to sleep have turned into the worst times for me because I have nothing to do so I lay in bed and I always end up thinking about him. He doesn’t understand that I’ll always love him no matter what happensand I want him to know, but it takes so much courage to talk to him. I will always love my Prince Charming.
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