So this was like my junior year of High
school. I was just one day on my phone going through
Facebook and I was going through this girl and going through her friends to see if I knew anybody that she was friends with and I liked this one guy and he messaged me back. He said, “I don’t know who you are but you are gorgeous”. And that was the first time I had ever heard any guy ever say that I was like pretty. I was so used to people at school making fun of me. Saying that she’s ugly fat, ugly fat, ugly fat. That was the first time I ever heard just the word ‘beautiful’ coming out of someone else’s mouth outside my Mom and my Grandma. We start texting and just messaging each other. We were just talking every single day. And one day, he asked me the question, “Do
you want to be my girlfriend?” And I sat there and I really had to think
about it because we hadn’t really met in person or anything and I was just like I’m not really
sure. And I was like, you know what…It’s time to take a chance and I said “YES!” From then on, my entire life just changed. I was on some type of cloud nine. I was out cloud 11. You couldn’t get me down. We went to different schools but we would
just talk everyday. We would video chat, we would just text and it was amazing. And this went on for about a good three months and a half. It wasn’t until, like, when Christmas started to roll around I was, really just, you know, wanted to see him for real. And we kept trying just to make it work make it work and just, see each other! And they just kept failing. Either school kept getting in the way or weather kept getting in the way. And it wasn’t until one day and it was Christmas Eve, and I got a text and he said, “We need to talk.” And I knew this couldn’t be good. And he basically just gave me a long text and was like, “You know, it’s over. I’m sorry.” And I was just hurt. He broke up with me on Christmas Eve and I was devastated. I just… I, all the happiness I felt was just gone and there was nothing left but just a broken heart. and I cried for what felt like four hours and just cried and cried and cried. I went to my Mom and told her what happened and she said that “you can do one of two things… you can either let this boy ruin your Christmas or you can be grateful that tomorrow is Christmas Day. You’re going to be with your family and friends and everything. I just felt better and I just realized then that I just kinda need to learn to love ME, and just accept me for who I am and sometimes be around people that I love and know care about me and are never foing to go anywhere. So yeah, that the time I got broken up with on Christmas.