A ride called "Teenage Love"

I had searched and searched for true love. Every girl I had found demanded more of me than I could give. On a beautiful spring day, March 17^th, 2004, My life was about to change. I had my eye on this girl for a while. From what I knew she was smart, beautiful, and very friendly. Her name was Kimberlie Smyth.

It was noontime and I sat her down and exclaimed my feeling for her. She seemed to be in shock, didn’t know what to say. After lunch, with the assurance of a couple of her friends, I finally got the courage to do it. I walked up to her locker, grabbed her by her hands, “Will you go out with me?” I was nervous, my hands were balmy, I don’t even know how I got the words out. She said yes, and it seemed to be just another relationship I was getting myself into.

The early months past and we still had yet to connect. Kimberlie was like no other person I have ever met, she had more self respect than anyone. She was like a flower that had yet to bloom, like a new car that had yet to be driven. Nearing the seventh month of our relationship, we still had yet to kiss. We would only see each other at school and I would call her just about three times a week. It was a cold night in October, we were at a local football game. Grasping one another, Holding each other closer and closer. I had finally realized, I am in love with this girl. Afterwards, at my dads house, we had finally kissed. We were both embarrassed, and shy about it. We were taking things slow, what I thought was the new recipe to a healthy relationship.

We were now freshman, in high school. We were unbreakable. We were the perfect couple. We were living the teenage dream. She was the president of the freshman class, I, the vice president. Nearing our one year anniversary, things only got better. She demanded more Emotional attention, and I demanded more sexual attention. One another gave a little and received a little. We grew more patient with each others needs and wants. We were stronger than ever and nothing was bringing us down. I would call her every day, see her everyday, and every weekend brought something new. We grew more experienced, experimenting with new things. Living in a world with a bitter sweet mixture of fantasy and reality.

Everything was fine up until the end of the ’05 school year. Jealousy played a key roll in ruining our relationship. Drama took one another by the head, clashing us together. At the beginning of summer, we still had a lot of fun. Still, experiencing new things, growing closer and closer. Towards the middle of the summer, Our relationship became an unpredictable rollercoaster. We fought about the little things that bothered us, we both wanted what we couldn’t have. We grew stubborn, and one another always had to be right.

Towards the end of the summer we had gone to the county fair. Kimberlie was walking with her friend of the opposite sex. It was as if I wasn’t even there. I brushed it off, and just tried to go on with the day. But at the end of the sizzling summer day, The beating rays of a glaring sun had gotten the best of me, I was ready to snap. I asked her why she wouldn’t even look at me, she had no reason, she was just having one of those days that both of us seemed to have more and more frequently. As the day went by, and the sun cooled, we were walking and all of the sudden she just broke down. I pulled her aside, “Baby, I love you, I’m sorry for getting so jealous, nothing will tear us apart, we’ve been through hell together.” It was very unlike me to open up like that, she was the only person that I could ever talk to.

As the summer dwindled down, things only got worse. As a desperate attempt to save what we still had, I had went to another school, hoping that this would store jealousy somewhere in the back of our minds. But on the afternoon of September 17^th 2005, we had a major disagreement over the internet. I called her and told her that it was over between us. As a guy, I felt the need to hold strong character, to act as if nothing was bothering me. Things were different as I tried to sleep at night, laying there for endless hours, crying, sobbing to myself.

Now, almost one and a half years after we had broken up, I still miss that girl. I will always regret breaking it off with her. I regret ever caring about the small, stupid things that ever bothered me. All the little stupid things that had nothing to do with us, they were just a part of high school. I will always love Kimberlie. For as long as I live, I will always remember that exhilarating young love that was brought to me by shock.

She of course, is now dating someone new, Someone that understands more than I ever could, Someone that fell for her just like I. Kimberlie is a girl like none other. The minute you see her, you’ll fall in love with the way she walks, talks, and oh boy, the way she dances. I feel that we were both immature, we took on a stronger love than we could handle. She knows that if anything ever happens, I am here waiting, waiting to talk to her, waiting to fall in love all over again, Right here waiting.

Lesson: No matter how hard you may think it is, if you truly love that person, stay with them. Don’t break it off, because it is far harder to go it alone than it is to work things out together. Stay with those close to you, grow closer and closer. Work out the kinks in your relationship. You may think you are taking the easy way out by breaking it off with that one person, but your actually making it twice as hard for both of you in the long run.