That's the biggest yikes I've seen on the forums before.
For me, I found the supposed 'love of my life' last year when I first moved schools. Within one to two weeks, I was completely blind by the girl. She enjoyed everything that I liked. Arctic Monkeys, Queen, all of that. Every music I had ever found out before and had a liking into, she had too. It was fucking surreal. And the best of all, which is funny, is that she was a gamer. I wanted to game with her on PS4, share my music and the world with her. During the first month or so, it was goddamn splendid and booming.
It all changed, though. I became obsessed, I became a maniac of some sort for her attention. I liked her, I loved her too much. It didn't turn very healthy, you know? After telling her what I felt, it all crumbled down. She refused kindly, and she was sincerely kind to me on her refusal. She said she was flattered but in the end, she denied it because she got out of her first relationship that lasted around half of her life. That was the moment that I sunk in. I started drinking on alcohol, I abused on it, I was a rude loudmouthed motherfucker to people and I was a nuisance. I didn't care, my grades went down and so did everything else. I got drunk twice in school, and at the second time she told it to the teachers and showed up a bottle of whiskey that I gave her because she lied to me by saying "Hey, I make a collection of those. Can you give me one?" So, foolish me gave her it. I went to the office with the teachers, they talked me down and I just shrugged it off. I was given a psychologist and I had to meet up with her on a weekly basis. That was the start of my healing.
I started healing myself up. I was still depressed, I was still sad, angry and upset at life. I was skinny for barely eating, I was so fucked in the brain due to the massive rollercoaster that I went on through and God fucking damn, was I an idiot. I started skipping the meetings with the psychologist, she didn't help me with anything and I was feeling already good. I was still sad inside, and I still had no care for myself. Couldn't give a damn, didn't want to eat, didn't treat myself right and it was a big "whatever lol" phase. I used to let my hair grow massively, went to school like it was nothing and skipped up a lot too.
The final part, but the final good part. We were going to go camping, and at that point I texted her down all of my thoughts and wishes for her. I finally let go of her. I sliced ties, I stopped texting her and stopped noticing her. It was gone. No more friends, no more love for her. Vanished and gone into ashes. Our entire class went camping with school in bungalows. I got pissed drunk since the second day of it was my birthday. I couldn't breathe, my skin was pale and I was cold. It was if I was dying, and I was. I had overdosed myself on alcohol. I passed out cold, no one knew what to do. People forced me to vomit, gave me showers multiple times, cold ones. I puked goddamn black and green shit all over the place. At one point I couldn't puke anymore. I gave myself up. The next day I woke up smiling with a smug, my head was fine but my stomach was fried. I think my stomach will always get fried when it comes to getting face fucked with alcohol. That was it, and I healed myself up and here I am now. I'm good, we no longer talk that much. We may say an occasional "hey" or "sorry" for bumping into each other, but that's it.
I remember some good moments. When she was sad, sat down on a corner and I kneeled down with the biggest grin I ever held in my face, with the most confidence I ever felt I booped her head, she tilted it up and looked at me, nearly crying. I asked what was wrong, she said nothing was wrong, but I clearly knew something was up. I got her a bar of chocolate that she liked a lot, returned with the biggest grin possible and said "Hey dumbo, here's some chocolate to cheer you up. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen to my entire life is your smile. So smile." and for that moment, she smiled and I could see she was grateful for me trying to cheer her up.
Another good moment was when we started singing out loud at McDonald's. We sang a song from Queen. It was fantastic. Or when we started watching anime together.
I spent good moments, cried a lot and felt a lot. Fucking goddamn miss it and I'm sad I've ruined it. Sometimes when I see her, I think about how good it was at the beginning. How fucking good it felt.
I miss you and our friendship. It was a strong one. Moon and Wolf. :grinning: