I was in college when I got a little desperate about love. I used to think that getting into a relationship is just like in fairy tales – “And they lived happily ever after” but I didn’t across my mind that there’s also a dark side of it and I didn’t notice it before it was too late.
I was too naïve to see all the signs because I thought that he will be my forever despite knowing him for a week and the age gap; I also gave him everything.
I don’t regret that I lost my virginity to him but I was in great pain to see all the effort that I sacrificed simply vanished – gone without a trace. I tried everything just to contact him but all of them are all dead ends.
It was a 2nd week of May when I got an answer from him but it seems that he already forgotten me and move on to someone else; that is where I hit rock bottom – I struggled Depression for 3 months, I don’t how I got healed in that hellish ordeal, I never told my family or friends about that, it was an emotional, personal and school life endurance for me.
I remember that I just woke up from a deep sleep and I don’t have to struggle with it anymore.
After that ordeal, I learned that love is not all about walking in a straight path filled with flowers, rainbows and unicorns; it’s all about years of trust, communication, give & take relationship and finding each other’s happiness.
It might not be as good as everybody’s firsts love stories but that event changed me – I become a mature person.