He Stopped Loving Me
By Tayler, age 15, California
Why? Why did he have to go? Why did he choose to say goodbye? Why did he just throw us away? Why?
I asked that question for the entire winter, and I never really got my answer until now. All I can remember from that day is the look on his face when he said he stopped loving me. But I did know that he was lying. It was the kind of feeling in the pit of your stomach that there's more to this. There's more to what he's saying. He's lying.
I fell apart, I crumbled, I shattered. He had been a big part of me, and I was completely horrified at the thought of living without him. He was my best friend. He was someone I had gone to for everything, and I mean every little discrepancy and question. He was my first love. I was the only person who really understood him, and there, in the back seat of the car, I did not know who he was. He had changed within just five minutes.
I could not breathe. I could not think. I could not feel anything. I just had to wait. I had to wait for him, as he had done for me for two years prior to our union. I knew he'd come around. But now, as I pace in my bedroom, I probably finally have to move on.