Love is a funny thing. It can be beautiful, but only if it is both-sided. As I had just learned the hard way.
Ethan had been my boyfriend for six months. For a while I felt cared for and life was good. Slowly I had realized that the only reason he stayed with me was because of my hourglass figure and naivete. He had been cheating on me the whole time we were together. I had just broken it off, a month after I should have.
Walking home, my head felt it would explode from the amount of emotion and thoughts flowing through it. The moonless sky was above me. When I got home, I collapsed on my bed and cried into my pillow.
I was depressed for months afterwards. People kept away from me. Many friends were lost in the process. Only four months after that could I feel myself starting to heal.
It was five months after the break up that I met Jessica. She had long dirty blonde curls and a figure that most girls only dream of and guys dream about. From the first I saw her I thought she looked like an angel.
We met at a park in the middle of the night. I love to take midnight walks under the full moon. So does she. She wanted to know the time. Before long we were chatting like we’d known each other for years. At one we went our separate ways, but not before making plans to meet again.
Jessica and I became good friends. Yet somehow I was strangely attracted to her in a way I had never felt for a girl before. I was confused. If I was attracted to guys, how could I possibly be attracted to a girl? Even if the girl was as sexy as Jess.
For a couple months we were inseparable. Nothing would have ever happened between us, however, if she hadn’t taken the initiative. Certainly, I wouldn’t have.
It was evening. She had come over to my house. We were sitting on the bed when Jessica decided to speak,” Listen, Michelle. We have to talk.”
I looked up at her, intrigued by the unusual seriousness in her voice.
“What about?”
“There is something you should know about me. I probably should have told you earlier, but I was afraid.”
