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[br0ken smile]

can you be honest and tell me what you think of this.

There he was. I saw him through the corner of my eye. He grasped my attention. He had curly brown hair, hazelnut eyes, and was just less than six feet tall. It was a perfect summer day when we met. It was warm, but not hot, breezy, but not windy. Little did I know when I first saw him on that perfect July day how much he would become a part of my life. He would grow to impact my life in more ways than he can ever begin to imagine.
Over the days to come we became friends. Slowly, we learned about one another. In the weeks that followed he became my first boyfriend. The year to come deepened our relationship significantly.
The first few months everything seemed perfect. He always seemed to know the right things to do and the right words to say. We shared many enjoyable moments. There was apple picking on a clear fall day, viewing a Halloween parade in the middle of bustling Manhattan on a crisp Halloween night, and exchanging Christmas gifts as we watched the snow was fall softly from the window. It was almost too good to be true. He was almost too good to be true.
But, as all good things, our relationship came to an end. We managed to last until July of the following year.
The end was not as pleasant as the beginning was. The phone calls became fewer and far between. The avoidance began. Going out now longer became fun. Now time spent with him also became story time, time to hear his latest stupefying story or lie. I never seemed to know what the truth was. There’s no other way to put it. The two of just grew apart. No longer was I ‘his girlfriend’ as I became accustomed to being known as. I was alone. I was my own person, which I had some how forgotten.
The end of the two of us was not a bad thing. Everything does happen for a reason, after all. I was able to learn a lot about myself over the course of our relationship. I experienced growth as a person.
One of the most important lessons I learned was that you don’t need anyone else to make you happy. As long as you are happy with yourself, you should be content. No one should tell you that you need to dress a certain way or act a certain way. You can make your own decisions. You should never do anything to please anyone other than yourself. You are who you are and there’s no reason why you should change that. If people want you to change, than they are not looking out for your best interests at hand and they’re not worth the trouble.
The more you come to expect from people the more it hurts when they let you down. When you love someone with your whole heart and soul and would do anything for them you become pretty upset when they don’t return your telephone call. You become even more upset when the event occurs repeatedly. You wonder if it’s even worth it anymore. You also begin to wonder after awhile why you got so upset over petty, trivial things. But deep down in your heart you know the answer to the question. It’s because you loved him.
He also taught me a lesson or two. He enriched me in the subjects of psychology and politics, two topic areas which I knew little about before him. Now I can confidently speak to you about topics such as Dr. Kubler Ross or the 2004 Presidential Election.
Before him I tolerated school. I never hated it, but on the other hand I never loved it. I simply viewed it as a place to go and fill my day. Over the last year my views have changed. No longer did I do school work because it was expected of me, I did it because of my thrill for learning. I finished each task with enthusiasm. Now when I receive a tough assignment, I don’t frown. I look at it as a challenge to be overcome. I am now a harder worker, putting 110% into each and everything that I do.
I now look at things with a smile and an open mind. I am willing to try new things without fear or apprehension. I learned how to make myself happy, all because of him and our experiences.
His name was Scott.