The Unfinished Story

The Unfinished Story

I watched this boy for a while. He slowly started to mean more to me than any person I had ever met. So caring and at the same time feisty, I never knew what he would do next. We always did such risky things and developed these crazy inside jokes. His chocolate brown hair that I seemed to always fix, with a sweet face that I held on to when we kissed, the cute little stubble hairs that he missed shaving, and his soft smiles that brightened my day. We went on walks that turned into new paths, late night car rides listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers, downtown coffee shops and murals that of course came along with pictures, we spent a lot of time in restaurants talking about our dreams and goals not to mention little things like our favorite colors too. No matter what we did or where we went everything with this boy was an adventure. Over the five years of knowing this boy I fell more and more in love with him each day. I thought so highly of him, never thinking he would have a problem in the world. This boy I cared about so deeply began to fall into a depression. It tore me. I knew i could help though having my fare share of it all. I worked and worked trying to not only build a strong healthy relationship with this amazing boy but also help him throughout the battles he fought. It was working until those little things snuck up that I didn't see coming. It seemed like at that point I was trying for no reason. I was drained, I was someone he took for granted when deep down he knew i cared more about him than the others he was wasting his time with. I was hurt and tired. I had to end it. He showed up at the house. The moment I saw him every memory for five years played through my head as I held his belongings in my hands. He hugged me immediately. His arms wrapped tightly around me reminded me of the nights when he would drop me off and walk over to my side of the car and we would hug each other and wish to never be apart. After he slowly let go I came back into reality. We talked for a while as he told me this wasn't the end. Our eyes locked on each other seeming as if we couldn't break it as his filled with tears and rolled down his pale face. I wiped them away and kissed his cheek. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. He asked me if i wanted the stuffed animal I got him when i had gone to the zoo. I told him to keep it and that i would see it soon. He disagreed. You see I knew this boy like the back of my hand. So well we could finish each other's sentences and know what the other was thinking. I knew there was something deeper going on. I asked why. He told me it was the end for him. Unloved and unwanted he told me as I looked in his eyes and saw the underlying hurt in his heart. It broke me… I had spent years caring for and loving this boy only wanting the best for him. I hugged him hard wishing somehow I could make him feel the heart I had for him. We watched each other go our separate ways. He is currently getting the help he needs that I couldn't fully give him. Through it all you see, he taught me how to live and through it all he taught me what love was. It was not just another failed relationship that people regret and move on from two months later. This is a story and the book hasn't closed yet.