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      Sweets dont always cure heartbreaks


It was the summer of 2006 and I come back from an amazing trip from Europe. I was excited to see my friends and tell them about all the amazing experiences that I have encountered. One night, I received an unexpected phone call from my friend Matt. He called to ask if I wanted to hang out with him and his friend Thomas the next day. The next day when I went to see my friend Matt, and his friend Thomas, I took one look at Thomas and felt my heart drop. From that day on we hit it off. We became great friends and my feelings for him soon began to avalanche inside my heart. I was crazy about Thomas and I thought he felt the same for me, his friends saw that we were perfect for each other. For his birthday, I baked him home made cookies from scratch with all his favorite ingredients, and he was my first New Years kiss. January 1st of 2007,.... I thought no day would ever be as good as that night because as drunk as he was, he told me he had strong feelings for me too. Of course the next day he didn't remember. I didn't want to be a burden on him, and I didn't want things to get awkward between us. So I kept my feelings to myself and watched over him as just a friend. Listened to him when he was hurting inside and took care of him when he was sick. I was always there for him with a shoulder, and ofcourse for him, I always had kisses to spare. Everything he did made me think he liked me back, even his best friend of 10 years, thought that Thomas liked me. Until one day my friend Janice told me that she had found out that Thomas had told his bestfriend Jared that if I was ever to ask, he only sees me as a friend. At that moment that word friend pierced through my heart like the sharp dagger Juliet used when she found Romeo dead. It felt as if Thomas yanked my heart out from my chest, chewed it up, spit it back out and then drove over it with a monster truck, and then did the mexican hat dance on my heart wearing my stilleto heels. My friend Janice tried to console me as best she could, but everything reminded me of him. I would be walking through the mall and i would be able to smell the scent of his cologne. Even cookies and ice cream, every girls staple foods for a heartache reminded me of him and I didnt know what to do. I cried for three days and the feelings lingered on and on for three more months. Now I realize that its his loss, and he'll never know what he lost. I still long for him sometimes and i still cant eat a cookie without thinking of him. But i'll never forger how much it hurt that he played with my heart, my mind, and my soul. I cant say that he was my first love and I cant say that I was in love with him because I wasnt, but there is that fine line between liking someone alot and love. That was where I stood. And now as I wrtie this story I release everything I have ever felt for him and seal it within this story. But hey if it is meant to be itll happen right? because love always finds a way.


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