The Sad Love Story that is My Life

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The Sad Love Story that is My Life



I believe in destiny.
My story begins in kindergarden. I fell in love at first sight with a beautiful red-head in my class named Rebecca. We quickly became friends, and our friendship grew and grew. I feel Rebecca was why I first believed in destiny. Unfortunately, my dad moves a lot. We spent only a few years together, but knew we loved each other. Before moving from her, we exchanged numbers. However, she did not answer no matter how many times I called...
Still, knowing one day I could find her again, I spent years and years and move after move waiting for that day. Not once while I waited for her did I even think of asking another girl out. I simply continued to think of her, trusting she was simply not able to answer my calls.
Finally, just after I graduated, I moved with my family yet again, this time to the state I met Rebecca. All my waiting and trust paid off, as she was still living there. I don't remember why, but I believe her parents never let us call... Though this meant my trust was good. She was, in fact, waiting. We came together for both her first date and mine, and a second later on. Nothing romantic happened, but we had great fun talking of things like love.
Still living with my parents due to medical issues regarding seizures and poor memory, I had to soon move away from Rebecca yet again. We talked about this on our second date, and she told me she must and would wait again for us to be face-to-face to start contact again. I agreed.
After living in our new and current house for a few years, my mom learned of Rebecca's death. This was a few years ago, and I have been able to live strongly through it, but I simply must wait until I see her grave before I choose another girl. I cannot at all likely do this any time soon, but I will continue to wait as long as I must to say goodbye.
I still, to this day, believe in destiny. It seems Rebecca was not the one for me, but either way she has clearly trained my heart deeply how to wait. A skill I must possess if I am to look for a new girl.

The Sad Love Story that is My Life
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