Chapter 4: The Past

I remember when I was like my brother, Max. I had quite a bouquet of friends. I was very chatty and highly out going. Practically I was a kid, but after eighth grade; I was completely a different person. Like any other person, I also had a past that changed me.

Her name is Layla. The only person a had ever fallen in love. I first laid my eyes on her since seventh grade. She had a surprisingly talent on her painting skills. She knew how to wield that paint brush as if it were her own toothbrush. Every time I looked at her, my eyes were filled with such beauty. The way her long silky black hair would sway side to side was distractingly amazing.

I never had the audacity to go up to her and ask her out. She was way out of my league. The more time I kept thinking about her, the faster my heart would beat as if I were on some adrenaline rush. I wasn't the guy to believe in "love at first sight", but with her it was completely different. I HAD to ask her out.

Eighth grade came by and I couldn't wait any longer. I made my first move and by the time I noticed, we became friends. Valentine day was around the corner which was perfect for asking her out.

With the little money I had, I bought her a small stuffed puppy. It wasn't much but I really wanted to give her something. Then the day came.

"Will you be mine?" I murmured to her and showed her the stuffed animal. Such simple words. I just froze there waiting for the rejecetion.

"Of course I'll be yours!" she said as she embraced her arms around me. She looked so happy holding the stuffed puppy.

"What shall we name it??"

"How about, Teddy?" I replied

"Teddy it is!" she said smiling at me

I never been so happy. I felt like I had it all. After that day, we've been going out for half a year.

Then one night I recieved a phone call from her.

"We need to talk"she muttered over the phone. Everyone knew what that meant. I knew what meant. She was leaving me. Why? I don't know. She didn't gave an explanation.

"I understand." I told her. But in reality, I actually didn't understand it.

Days passed by after that night. I told myself that it wasn't a big deal; I might find someone better. Weeks became into months. Then I started missing her. I realized that there wasn't going to be anyone else. She was the one my heart wanted. There's no way I'd find someone better then her. I needed to go back with her.

It was too late. She was with someone else. I never been so afraid in losing her. I became weak. Useless.

Here I am now, a sophomore. Still wondering why she left me. Was I ever enough for her? Was I too immature? Will we ever get back together? Will I ever be happy again?

These questions still wonders around my head daily.It's strange how most of my memories are a blur, but the ones involving her are crystal clear.