Tales of love and loss

This Sunday was Valentine's day, a day that I have never enjoyed. Ever since I can remember Valentine's day has made me feel down and lonely. I personally feel that Valentine's day is simply just a Hallmark holiday, and an excuse for someone to buy you things. So here are two quick stories of love and loss from my life, happy late Valentine's day.

My first story comes from when I was in Pre-K. There was a girl named Stacy in my class who I was quite convinced that I was in love with. Even to this day I can remember staring at her long curly blond hair from across the craft table, trying to end up on the swing next to hers on the playground, and dreaming of playing house with her. While I paid so much attention to Stacy she naturally had no clue that I existed. One day she handed out invitations to her birthday party. I can remember sitting and waiting for a card, expecting her to send me one, however she never did. As I got in the car with my mother I began to sob and cry "I just stood there and waited mommy, I just stood there but she didn't give me one!". Summer soon came and marked my graduation to Kindergarten, Stacy and I didn't go to the same school after that and I never saw her again. However I feel that I will never forget my first crush.

My next story comes from when I was in Kindergarten. After recovering from the loss of Stacy I was ready to pull a "Chance and Real" to "get back in the saddle" and find love all over again. However I found my newest romance in quite the odd place. I can still remember when I saw first saw her, I was breathless at how her blouse matched the leggos she was standing by, at her stunning legs, how the sunlight illuminated her long blonde hair, at her bright red lipstick, and at her name badge that read "Hi my name is Ms. Pam, I'm your teacher". This woman was like nothing I had ever seen before and I was hypnotized with every word that came from her mouth. My feelings went up for my teacher Ms. Pam throughout the school year until right before Christmas. One day Ms. Pam didn't show up to class, and I freaked out. I asked the woman who was subbing where my beloved teacher was and was then blown away by her answer "Oh, well she's getting married later this week so she needs to take some time off to get ready". My heart sunk as these words passed through my ears, I had assumed that Ms. Pam and I would be together forever and could barely fathom the idea of her being engaged to another man. When we went back to school Ms. Pam had become Mrs. Pam, and I finished the year by trying to avoid her at as much as possible.

So there you have it, two stories from earlier in my life where I learned the harsh how harsh love could be.


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