For those who Do not know me, I'm Ronnie.
*waves*
But back to the reason why i posted this thread...
Ahh, A long story egh??
Well, To begin with i was 14 scared confused, alone.
I didnt know what these feelings where i was feeling towards the same ***.. I was l scared... scared of what my grandmother and family would think of me..
Ahh, But yet im going to fast forward..
So my grandma decided she wanted to go to the cosmetology school to get her hair done this time, and that's when i seen
Erik, He was sooo gorgeous I mean he had light brown hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes you have ever seen in your life.
Well, i didnt go up and talk to him seeing as i was just 14 but i did look him up on myspace and added him.
i emailed him and blah blah blah.
Finaly he agreed to meet me..
(after 2 weeks i might add

)
We met!
But i needed help and he saw that in my eyes.
so he talked to me and then i spilled every last feeling i had bottled up inside of me.
He helped me, talked to me he was my mentor you could say..he taught me what it was like to be gay and that if my family loved me enough that they would accept me and stuff.
But i noticed i started hanging around him alot more and i earned the nickname "Eriks stalker" lol erik loved it though but anyways 1 year and 10 months has passed and i felt myself getting closer and wanting, or rather craving his attention.
He molded me into the guy i am today but i fell inlove with him...
and he didnt realise that till he felt it too seen the way i looked at him the way i would watch his facial expressions.
The way i would call him at work and ask if he needed anything, or if he was hungry, mom adopted him into our family took him in as a son... she seen the way i changed since i met him.
god, what a mistake, i made.
one night it snowed like all holy hell.
and i was at work with him.and i was waitinig for him to get off of work.. so i could walk home with him... but... he had a ride.. but didnt want me to walk home... so he declined the ride and decided to walk home with me.. Thats the night he told me he looked into my eyes and told me he loved me. and when he leaned over to kiss me, i felt this shock go though my body.. Then i knew i was connected with him somehow...
months go by we become a couple...I wanted him to have my virginity and he knew that but he wanted to wait...
well i get this call one night and he tells me that he is coming over.
So i rush and take a shower and clean up a little in my room.
he knocks on my door and he looked AMAZING but i noticed something in his eyes, Was it hurt or pain for what he was about to do?? well he said he was ready and me being the teenager i was, was excited...
after it was all done and said he held me till the morning... and then he said he has to tell me something...
he was like "Mogoyasa Roni You know i love you right?" I replied yes i do and he looked pained...
"I'm leaving to florida in 3 days. There is nothing in safford for me i got myself into the biggest ****hole and now i cant get out. unless i leave." then my heart broke and went into atom sized pieces, i sobbed and sobbed. i begged him not to leave.
and yet he left...
My heart was never the same again...
I was really close to getting put away.. Mom put me in the Hospital because i would not eat it was like i was a zombie..
they fed me though IV's and stuff..
i got better but yet i didnt...
I came up with an idea that death would be better off for me..
(blah blah blah emo Ronnie)
None of which succeded
apparently..
anyways, I still hurt for him.
Like the very day he left.
I sometimes have dreams of the day he comes back..
My relationships never workout because i run off when they say they love me..
i wish i could forget him. I tried cutting him out of my life. i blocked him on myspace. Blocked him from calling me. told me to stop writing me letters.. i burned the stuff he gave to me..
it helped for like a week and then it hit me again like a ton of bricks.
and i lasted a month of not speaking to him.. and i realized that i could not stop thinking about him..
i still feel the connection with him...
some say its because he molded me into the way i am today
the insecure, emotional boy who longs to have his first love back.
I cannot forget what has been written in my heart he has my soul and my heart.
oh lord... that alot to type.
and im 19 now. aint that pathetic?