REAL LIFE

One Night Valentine

By Tracy, age 15, Oregon

February was the "Month of Love." My "Day of Love" started one month after February 14th, 2011. I was only 13, and like every other 13 year old single girl, I wanted a boyfriend. He was the perfect one. He came at the right time. He was one of the few guys who actually liked talking to me. And I liked him for his personality and attractiveness. So what's the point of being single any longer when we like each other? When an opportunity itself presented to me, I took it. I asked him if he actually liked me or if he was just flirting like every other guy I knew. He told me that he wasn't just saying it - he actually truly did like me.

Although he was 16 and I was still just a kid at 13, we were officially girlfriend and boyfriend in one night. At the age of 13, I didn't truly know what I wanted and what I needed. All I knew was that every girl my age was going through boyfriend after boyfriend, so that's what I should do.

That one night of happiness made up for that year's Valentine's Day. That one night was great - we talked and flirted and I couldn't stop having butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't wait to tell my friends about him the next day at school. I stayed up late talking to him and I felt better than any other day in my life. He got me and I got him. He listened to me complain and made me felt like I was the only 'luckiest girl in the world.'

However, everything fell apart before 'tomorrow' even came. A fight erupted from his sideline "girlfriend" that I didn't know about, and we got into a fight. The "girlfriend" was calling me a boyfriend stealer and other words that no one has ever called me before. I felt horrible and betrayed. I asked him if it was all true and he denied it all; he told me that she was just a friend and he didn't have anything going on with her. I didn't know whom to trust; I felt bad for the "girlfriend" and told her that I was sorry. The "girlfriend" didn't care about my apology; she just started yelling at him and me. He and I then started arguing, and that was the end of my happiness. Horrible words were traded between us. I couldn't look at him, much less talk to him anymore.

At the age of 13 I turned a new leaf. I couldn't trust any guy, but once they made me feel as special as he did, all I could do was melt at their every word. I was only 13 and wanted to follow the crowd. I didn't know what I wanted and needed. Now, whenever Valentine's Day comes along, I think about my late Valentine's One Night Ex, and it makes me feel good to know that even though I'm all alone, it beats that one night of happiness-turned-nightmare.

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