In Part 1, I told you how TJ and I met. The story continues….
Yeah…so he moved away and I realized I missed him. I continued to sleep over at his house on the weekends. It became clear to me that, although Stacy was my friend, I was going over there to see him. I spent most of my time there with him. I wanted him to be my boyfriend.
I honestly don’t remember how or when we made it ‘official’. I’ve asked him, and he doesn’t remember either. All we know is that after he moved away, in our freshman year of high school, we became a couple.
Throughout the years, I’ve always said that TJ was the perfect first boyfriend. He was always kind, considerate, thoughtful and affectionate. He never pressured me to do anything. When we did, it was because my overly aggressive tail initiated it. He pretty much worshipped the ground I walked on. Our relationship was great. It wasn’t the typical teenage romance, full of drama, arguments, make ups and breakups. We just liked to be around each other.
For two years, we loved each other. We didn’t talk about the future, because both of us pretty much saw the other as our future. At least, I thought we did. Then, one Friday evening, he broke up with me. Say what now? I didn’t even know how to act. I just said, “OK.” and hung up the phone. I was pretty much stunned the whole weekend…but then Sunday evening, he showed up at my house and told me he didn’t mean it and wanted me back. So I took him back. And life went on as usual.
Until a few months later, when he did it again. This time, I was angry. I destroyed everything associated with him. I’m sorry I did that now. I don’t have any old pictures of us! I had met a new guy a couple days before that, so I put TJ out of my mind, and had a new boyfriend a day later.
I didn’t see TJ again for a couple years. By then, the anger had subsided. I remembered my friend, TJ and the good times we had. I was still with the boyfriend. Even so, TJ and I started hanging out again every once in a while, no romance involved. We would always be with my best friend and one of his cousins. We had SO much fun! No, the boyfriend didn’t know. I wasn’t cheating on him, so it wasn’t any of his business. 🙂 I was back to looking at TJ as I did when I started seventh grade: as my friend. Sure, I noticed how he looked at me, but I never acknowledged it, and he never said anything about wanting to rekindle our relationship.
Eventually, I broke up with the boyfriend. No, it had nothing to do with TJ. I was 21. After a few months, I contacted TJ, and we began to hang out and explore our feelings again. I was sure we would get back together! But it wasn’t to be. An ex of his discovered that she was pregnant. TJ has always been the kind of guy who takes care of his responsibilities. So it was a given that he was going to be with her and their baby. I couldn’t fault him for that, but to say that I was angry, hurt and disappointed would be an understatement. Not to mention that I’ve always felt like he “belonged” to ME, so this being with another girl seriously did not compute!
So…we stopped hanging out. I couldn’t be “just friends” with him at that point. We both moved on with our lives.
Next: Part 3