Found an old high school yearbook and started walking down a memory I thought wouldn't be as painful after all these years.
It was my fault. I let sex get in the way of things: the urge, the curiosity, the raging teenage hormones. I ended up hurting her emotionally. I only realized, years later, just how much pain my being in love caused her.
I moved to the USA afterwards, met up with her again after four years, the love was still there but so was the pain.
*picture is originally from http://sporeflections.wordpress.com/2014/03/03/spo-reflections-on-loneliness/
05/13/2014 (Wednesday)- Reunion
The last time I saw her was at her wedding. She was my best friend, my first love, my everything—but I was too selfish, too young and immature. It had been four years since we last talked, so I was surprised to find an invitation to her wedding in my mailbox.
She was absolutely breathtaking. I couldn’t speak up to offer congratulations to both bride and groom, or even when asked for a reason why they shouldn’t be together.
She looked at me, happy, tears in her eyes.
That was the last time I saw Joy in my life.