My love story began when I was eleven years old, though I didn't know it at that time. When I was eleven, I moved to an apartment with my mom, at that time my cousin introduced me to one of his friends, who happened to live by me.
I remember that I always played with my cousin and that boy he was always around playing with us. He even befriended some of my friends, at that time I didn't think anything of it, I didn't think anything of him. At that pointin time, his love was unrequited. After a while of me ignoring him, he got annoyed by me, so he started being mean to me.
He started making fun of me, teasing me, making fun of the guys I liked and telling me I was stupid. We would argue all the time, he would call me names and I would call him back the same thing. He threw water balloons at me, squirted water guns at me, etc... He would always be around and no matter what he was doing, I remember that he was always watching me and smiling. He was in love with me and I didn't realize it, I thought he hated me.
So, I did something awful when we were thirteen.
I started avoiding him, glaring at him. Even when we went to camp together, I pretty much made sure to stay away from him and made him feel awful. He tried to play with me over and over, he tried to talk to me, he tried everything, but in my head, I thought that he hated me and wanted to make me feel bad. So, one day, I got so fed up with him, I yelled bad things to him, I cussed him out in front of all his friends. And he was hurt, I saw his face, he didn't yell back or say anything bad, he just said he would tell my grandpa what I told him.
And even after all that, he still kept trying again, but after that, we were too far gone... I broke his heart.
Then I started going to Junior High and I met a boy, that boy became my first love.
In that time, I pretty much forgot about that boy and started focusing more and more on my first love. He was a rather mean boy, but I was in love with him for two years, I loved his sweet side, but hated his mean side. Even so, when I was fifteen, it all came crashing down, he broke my heart into a million pieces.
After him, I became guarded, I didn't want anyone. I became depressed and I haven't loved again, though I have dated a couple of guys after him. But I didn't feel anything for them, my heart was far too broken and I didn't want to get hurt again. I thought it was over, I wouldn't get another chance to love again.
But I was wrong...
I'm twenty two years old now and six months ago, I met that boy again, my cousins friend. And what do you know? I finally realized that he didn't hate me, at all. He loved me and you know what? I started having feelings for him and miraculously he still loves me even after such a long time has passed and after everything I did.
He's shy and he's scared, but we're working on it, though we're still not together. I know we will be soon, because I can feel it, his love for me is very strong and I think that... i'm falling for him. Finally, after all this time, i'm having my second chance at true love. I finally opened my eyes.
My point being with this take is that you should open your eyes and open your heart. Even if you get your heart broken at some point, don't give up on love, when you're ready, it will come to you.
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