So this boy taught me a mighty fine lesson that really got to me. The two of us had a fight on friday and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him anymore. Friday he had gotten angry at me, I'm not gonna say why, but he lost his temper and yelled at me for over two hours. Half way through his yelling I began crying and he hadn't realized it. Even after he had stopped, I was crying for three more hours after that, so I told myself I would never speak to him and let time mend the wound that he had left. Today he approached me and of course I wanted nothing to do with him but he stopped me and begged me to let him fix what he had done. When I told him how he made me cry, I saw a look on him that told me how badly that hurt him. I agreed to sit down and talk, though both of us were careful about it, he saw I wasn't feeling good, so he did what he thought was right. He pulled me close and began rubbing my stomach to make me feel better and began telling me the sweetest and sometimes funniest things he could. Even though we both had our differences and tempers he really didn't want to see me hurt. I forgave him, something that people keep telling me that I am gonna regret. I know I won't. We began laughing and goofying around and it felt like the first day we met again. I learned that differences and pride are nothing that people can't overcome. I wish he could read this, I wish he knew how much that really touched me. And even though I know this won't be our last fight, I wouldn't have it any other way.
The next lesson I learned today was extremely early this morning. My friends were going to spend the night yesterday. One of them left to go hang out with a boy that she was crushing on and I didn't mind. So while she was gone me and my other friend sat talking and getting everything out of our system. We stayed up till four in the morning waiting for her to come back. When she did she had seen that I had liked a photo of her ex and his new girlfriend. The ex she is still fighting to get over. She looked at me with the most hurt and pained face that you could ever see on a woman's face. When she asked me why would I ever do that, I didn't even think before answering, "Because he's moving on." That pain turned into anger. I expected it and in honesty wasn't bothered. When she tried to convince me that she was moving on too, I knew she wasn't and called her out on it. I never saw someone care so much for one person until I saw her expression. Though she claims to have given up on love, I know that it isn't true. The boy she went to see, that boy is going to change that. And if not him then there will be one. Maybe a girl. Though I felt no guilt in this, it kept gnawing at the back of my brain, so I went to someone who had gone through it and I asked them if what I had done was right. Though he was pained himself, he looked at me and told me it was the best thing for her, and that time will heal her wound, even if it didn't feel like it.
The last lesson I learned came from someone I never expected to possibly teach me. He lost his grandmother recently, and though his family seems to show no remorse, he was still braving it and taking on the world like any other day. I had never seen a boy my age so strong, all I wanted to do was give him a big hug and tell him things will get better. When I started to he told me that he knows it will, he believes it will. Though normally not the brightest or wisest boy ever, he showed how much he knew and how much he could offer. And I salute him for it.
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