My high school sweetheart ended up attending the same college as I did. We both knew it was a bad idea (we had widely different interests), but ah, young love, right?
It didn’t take long before he transferred to a different school … overseas.
We knew it was over once he left the States, though we still emotionally leaned on each other via e-mail for much of the school year, and had a pseudo-relationship.
As inevitably happens, though, you meet other people, and even the pseudo-ness goes away. He met someone first, and I found out suddenly when calling him one night. His roommate informed me he was at his girlfriend’s place. Ouch.
Around that time, he e-mailed me one of those precious and idealistic notes, full of heart, to the effect of, “Remember I’ll always love you.”
Life went on, as it always does, even when you don’t want it to. He and I occasionally exchanged messages, and I remember forwarding one to my girlfriend and asking for her interpretation. “Well, it’s clear he still loves you, but with the ass part of his heart.”
Sometimes it’s easier when people choose to hate you altogether. Being half-ignored, half-blocked, low on the totem … when you used to priority No. 1? Another cause of heartbreak.
