Manny Villar for President
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he disappeared Houdini
Want to read another story? Click here or scroll below.When I was 15, I thought, like every other 15 year old, that I was invincible. Nothing bad ever happened to me. I could go to parties, get trashed, hook up with random guys, and in the morning life would be exactly the same. I was shallow and vain, and cared about nothing but appearance. In the summer of going into grade 10, I met this boy. I didn’t really like him at first, in fact, surprisingly enough I was intimidated. I was used to having guys worship and do what I wanted, and he didn’t. He didn’t seem to fall for my regular BS flirting, in fact, he seemed too real. Of course, you want what you can’t have…
After a few days of talking, we exchanged numbers, and started texting non-stop. I went to my cottage for the remainder of the summer, and he ‘kept me company’ via text. I’m talking over 200 texts a day. Thank god for unlimited.
By the time school came around, I knew he had started to like me. And for once, I really liked somebody, and not in a shallow way. He was absolutely perfect in my eyes, and I would have stopped at nothing to keep him. We’d talk everyday, and late into the night. He was so sweet and understood me so well, I’d find myself pouring my heart out, and in tears thinking about how nice he is.
He asked me to be his girlfriend in October, and stupidly I said no. I had liked other guys before, and had been hurt. And I liked him way more than any of the others, so what if he hurt me? I’d be devastated. I couldn’t risk the heart break. He said he understood, and eventually I’d see how he wasn’t going to hurt me – he said he loved me, and the offer would always stand. I could always say yes.
We became even closer after this, he knew every detail about me, and somehow still loved me for it. 3 days before his birthday, I told him I want to be his girlfriend, if I still had the offer. He said nothing would make him happier, and that was that.
Then he disappeared. He stopped going to school, and stopped texting me. When he finally texted back I found out his mom had taken his phone away, and he had been sick. I was alright with that, I had just been worried. Then he says that he needs to tell me something. He breaks up with me. Calls me clingy and self absorbed. He asks, do you understand what I’m saying? And I say, no. (No, I don’t understand why you’re breaking up with me. I thought you loved me) and he harshly replies ‘I’m just trying to tell you, it’s over.’ I burst into tears, and went into my room. I cried, and cried, and cried, and could honestly feel my heart being ripped apart. I was ashamed – how could I ever let somebody do this to me?! Worst of all, I had mailed his birthday card – a hand made, love filled card, the day before. I texted him and told him if he received it, to please not open it.
12 days later, we had started somewhat talking again. A few texts here and there. I found out he was going out with another girl, and felt my heart once more rip in half. 15 days later, the girl is gone, and he texts me at 11. When 11:11 rolls around, I say make a wish. He wishes that I’d take him back. I burst into tears again. Why did you break up with me then? I don’t know, it was the dumbest mistake I’ve ever made. I hate myself for it. I hate myself for hurting you. I didn’t take him back til 2 days later.
And again, we were happy. For a year. In december, he moved to Michigan with his family. We have still been making it work – driving to meet one another every weekend, calling eachother, and all. But his phone got sent in for repair, and he doesn’t have internet there because his mom lost her job.
And once more he’s disappeared from my life.
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