The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Lydia
*16 year old Gwyn's POV*
I sat on the bed, quiet. I had never felt anything like this, and earlier, I had made pathetic attempts at begging and pleading with Lydia because I didn't understand what had gone wrong. Nothing made sense.
I had never even held anyone's hand before being with Lydia. I was crazy about her. She was intoxicating- she had perfect breasts, and an amazing smell you could follow down the hallway. She was also intelligent, and she liked a lot of the same music I liked too. But she started hanging out with a older guy who worked at the mall. I told her I trusted her, even after she said he tried to kiss her. But here I was, 3 months into my first relationship, and Lydia had just finished dumping me.
I was in agony. We had kept our relationship secret from all but a few friends, and so no one understood why I lost my mind when Lydia got engaged to the older guy 11 days after dumping me. The girl I still loved. I did my best to try and be her friend, I even loaned her my camera for her marriage by the judge only a few months after that. I tried to bolt my heart up. I went to counseling, I saw a psychiatrist. I gradually regained a tenuous hold on reality.
4/15/17