But eventually he broke my heart because we were 17 and that’s what 17 year olds do to each other. It was the first of many heartbreaks for me. But at the time, I didn’t think I’d ever recover. I started to go on these weird “nature walks” after school. I was even writing really awful poetry in the back of my day planner. It was bizarre and my parents were convinced that I had totally lost it. But after months and months of feeling miserable, I remember waking up one day not being able to recall the last time I had thought about him. It was like, enough time had passed that my life actually started to return to its regular pace and the memory of him had sort of faded into the background. I remember I sat down on the edge of my bed, I closed my eyes, and I tried to remember what it was that I truly missed about him. I had to sit there for a minute before it came to me. Once it did, none of it seemed that emotionally powerful anymore.
