My first and only Love
Hey, my name is Blaire and I'm 13.
I fell in love when I was 4. He was 5, and we were best friends.
I won't use his real name, But we'll just call him Ian.
Ian and me went to the same sunday school and spent all of our time together, Then one day when I was 6, I switched churches and moved to a Day care center where my mom worked. We were going through a rough time and so the Day care was the only option we had.
One time in winter when I was 7, I was outside sledding and accidentally hit a tree, I got a slight case of Amnesia and forgot all about Ian and a whole lot of other things.
When I turned 9, (I was homeschooled) I started going to this thing for my mom to just socialize with other moms, They had classes that I could go to.
When I went to my first art class, I sat down and slumped in my chair.
Even though I was only 9, I only wore black baggy clothes and I had really long, naturally black hair and I was super skinny. I tried so hard to be invisible and it was starting to work.
Until one day... When we were playing Baseball in gym and I was pitching.
I threw the ball as hard as I could, aiming at the boy with the shaggy blonde hair.
The ball accidentally hit him in crotch, And he ended up on the floor, moaning in pain.
I ran over to him and kneeled down by his side, I asked: "Are you okay?"
He opened his eyes and gasped. "Blaire?!" I was shocked, How did he know my name? I was Invisible!
Suddenly, I knew him. This was Ian. My Ian. The Ian I had forgotten.
"Ian!" I squealed.
We hugged and caught up, He was the same Ian, Just taller and not as lanky.
After 2 years, Ian was 12 and I was 11, We stayed together and finally one day he asked me, "What happened to you, Blaire?" I didn't know what he meant, until I looked at myself in the mirrored wall across from me.
I was pale and looked like a zombie with my blue/black hair and my black clothes.
I used to wear color and flowers and hearts, but now it was just dark and plain.
A week later, I had short, wavy brown hair thanks to Henna and a stylist.
I wore a blue shirt and a pink camisole underneath with jeans and pink shoes.
Underneath all those crappy layers I was beautiful (No wonder I got so many modeling offers at the age of 12!).
Needless to say... I fell in love with Ian again.
A year later, I was 12 and Ian was 13.
We had fun, Laughing and sharing secrets.
One day he came up and told me he liked me and I said I felt the same way, We agreed to not be a "Couple" cuz we were happy being friends.
On the last day of this whole event for my mom,
Ian came up to me.
"I might not come back next year." He said with teary eyes.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
This couldn't happen... I was finally with my true love... and now he was leaving.
The next year, I came back and saw his mom, I ran up to her and asked where Ian was. She said that she was having a hard time homeschooling him and so he was in public school.
I went home and got in the shower, I cried and cried and cried.
For all the weeks after that I didn't eat, I started to wear black again and I wouldn't leave the house.
I finally tried to tell myself I would see him again, so I wore color and left my past behind me.
That was last year,
I still haven't seen Ian.
Story shared: 13/12/2007 19:21:09
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make an effort to see him! he's at a proper school, not overseas. give him a call. just take initiative. you wont regret it.
and if all else fails... its better to have loved and lost...
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