I'm going to pitch in with my story... I'm only 16, so don't be too hard on me for being melodramatic and having the wrong ideals.
Well... I met my first and so far only love in my grade 11 health class last year. It was a senior class and, being a juniour, I was the youngest person in there. I entered the class with a really bad outlook and was scared out of my mind. The only person sitting in the class was this BEAUTIFUL grunge-goth girl who smiled at me as soon as I entered the room. She was 18 and I was mesmerized by her right away. We became friends quickly seeing as how we were the only atheists in a class full of devout Christians and we had TONS of fun teaming up during the many debates and arguments we had during class. The teacher separated us many times but we always managed to find a way to sit beside one another.
Winter vacation rolled around and I had the guts to ask her over to my house and out to a movie. She came over and we were watching TV together when she unexpectedly put her arms around me and nuzzled into me... it felt strange for me being as how it was my first relationship and I was younger. Our relationship progressed and got more and more physical, but never sexual, to the point where my girlfriend was begging me to have sex. I wasn't ready... emotionally, mentally or physically (no condoms). She wasn't a virgin and I was the poor little inexperienced fool... we drifted apart gradually and her true nature came through (drama queen). The girl I thought I was in love with and would love forever turned out to be a shallow bitch who took advantage of my youthful ignorance.
I'm still completely infatuated with her regardless of her true identity... we broke up over 8 months ago after dating for only 4, yet I can't stop dreaming about her, thinking about her. Everything I breath is her! She still calls me sometimes in what seems like an attempt to keep me dangling from her string. I've cried myself to sleep before after seeing her walking down the street with her tall, punkish 23 year old boyfriend. I always blame myself for the failure of our relationship... I've tried moving on, but I have too much emotional baggage... can anybody give me some tips?? I'd give more details if necessary, but I've rambled on for hours before about this, so I'm trying to keep this short... anyways... thanks for listening!
By the way, I can thank my breakup and depression afterwards for helping me to discover and love the music of the great band Katatonia... their lyrics describe my depression perfectly...