Talking.

No one forgets their first love. I believe this to be true, true for me at least.
We met on a Friday night when I was 14, a freshman in high school. We met through mutual friends, Bryson and Tristan. We went to an old abandoned school to hang out. I was “sacred” so I grabbed his arm. Everything exploded that night we met. I have always considered it to be romantic. Alex lane, the dirty blond older boy who destroyed my heart. Maybe not?
Tristan was one of my best girlfriends since we were in middle school. We spent a lot of time together after Alex and I started dating. Her dad was abusive and so she came over to my house a lot. We would just hang out. When Alex and I were first started dating she decided to run away, he and her boyfriend Bryson. She spent the night with me and then we all met up Alex and Bryson, me and her. They stayed on the streets and with friends, we cut off all of Brysons hair in front of the horseshoe cafe. Alex and Bryson were best friends.
Alex and I spent a lot of time at his house, his family loved me. I loved him. I lied to him. About my age and my middle name when we first met. I never got the strength to tell him after we got serious so I hid that fact. He hid things from me too. Like Cassy, his girlfriend from a different state, they were “just friends” and she always texted him things like “I miss you and love you” he would go on private phone calls to her when we would go on dates and I trusted him enough to have sex with him. The fourth time we had sex he called me Cassy, while we were having sex. We had went out to the pepper sisters and watched the sunset at the beach, 2 things I still can not do. We had problems but doesn't everyone?
On my 15^th birthday we hung out with Tristan and Bryson we saw iron man in the theater, I hate that movie now. That was the first time he suspected me of lying about my age, because Tristan told him I was a lying slut behind my back, and stole money from me. I cried and ran out of the theater, called my dad and we went out to ihop, then went back to my moms and I spent the night with my Best friend ever since I was 5, Tayler. And the next day we bleached our hair and I had to dye mine black again because it turned out terrible. Then I hung out with Alex and everything was okay again. He bought me red roses and a emerald necklace (my birthstone)I never took that necklace off. It meant everything to me. He meant everything to me. Everything.
I missed my period, one month, then 2 . I took a pregnancy test, I was pregnant. I did not know what to do but I know I wanted to keep my baby. Alex did not feel the same. He told me that his mom would never let me see him and he would have to move and I HAD to have an abortion. We went to planned parenthood and he found out my real age. And so he made me have an abortion and promised me we would be together forever if I did. He said nothing could separate us. We would get married and have kids when we were ready. The day I had the abortion was a Tuesday in July. The worst day of my life I think. It hurt, but not just physically, emotionally even more. And after it was over I fell into Alex's arms and cried, I cried for my baby who I had just killed. I cried from regret, because who was more important Alex or my baby? I wanted my baby so bad. I needed the life I just took. I took a life. A fact I still have trouble with today.
3 days is all it took for him to leave me. No baby, no Alex. Just me alone with my mistakes. He left me on a Friday, we got together on a Friday also. Alex called me and asked me to come to his house and said he needed to talk. I had no idea he was leaving me. He cried, then I cried. We both cried together I bought him roses, and he broke up with me. I have never bought roses for anyone since. After he broke up with me, we had sex. And then he made other plans with his friends so I spent the night with tayler. I have never felt so much pain in my life. Alex broke me apart. I tried to let go. Took off his necklace and burned his pictures. He is still here 3 years later. Tearing me apart inside and it is all my fault. I still love him and miss him