Call me crazy, call me a whore, or call me a kid, but i know what love is. I found out last night. Read my story and you’ll know what I’m talking about.
A year ago, almost exactly, on November 10th, I met Dillon Cook. Yes, we met on Omegle and I know thats dangerous but there was something about this boy. We started dating on December 1st, 2012. He lived in Montana and I lived in Illinois. Long distance was all I ever had luck with. And i liked it. I liked knowing that they love you for you and not the things you do to them. Dillon and I Skyped almost everyday. Most calls would last up to 3 hours. I really felt something when i was talking to him. In the end of January, 2013, he felt he wasn’t good enough for me. He almost killed himself. I was so scared. So, so, scared. I was unstable. I almost lost a best friend because he thought he wasn’t good enough. A week after he felt bad for making me so scared and broke up with me because he didn’t want to cause anymore pain. An hour later after I explained to him and convinced him that i don’t care, that i still love him, he asked me back out. I denied but i don’t remember why. A couple weeks later, i met a really nice guy named David. I thought i could forget about loving Dillon. I genuinely like David and was not using him to cover up my feelings if thats how it sounded. A week after my birthday, February 12th, something so tragic happened to me. He was the first to know. I called him crying and all i could do was message Hannah, my best friend, the details and text Dillon, “oh my god oh my god.” I only told hannah some things because i couldn’t concentrate. Dillon messaged Hannah and asked her what was wrong and Dillon called me crying and apologizing for me. Some time later, David and I broke up because of reasons, i was sad, i really did like him. He was just the sweetest thing, and David, if you’re reading this, don’t you ever think i used you to cover things up. I got in a big fight with Dillon in May and we didn’t talk for a month. I messaged him saying sorry and he said sorry too. I remember being on vacation to South Dakota and him blocking me on Kik. I remember crying outside our camper. I had no idea why he had blocked me. I found out two days later Hannah had gotten mad at me and told him while we weren’t talking (him and i) i had made out with a senior. She told him i did things with him and he got mad. I didn’t do anything with him. He kissed me at this graduation party. It meant nothing. I finally got an answer from him and we started talking AGAIN. I still loved him and he loved me after all this time. In august, i think, he blew up. He couldn’t stand me complaining about my looks and how i think of myself. He told me that we are never talking again, and other personal things. I forgot about him and met my recent ex, Dylan. Dylan was the sweetest thing. Or at least the first month. He turned rude and he had always been immature. I wanted it ended and he ended right before i did. I as glad. I thought i loved him too, little did i know, love wasn’t like that. Yesterday I messaged Dillon because i felt like it was destiny. He replied saying he was so sorry. He called me crying and told me he still loved me. There was my problem. I had tried to love while already in love. Dillon and i have a bond thats inseparable and i cant explain it. Yes, I’m young, not, not to young to learn what true love is. I couldn’t explain love if i was offered a million dollars. I have always loved him and i honestly think i always will. Yeah I’m “young and stupid and i don’t know what I’m talking about”, but i love it.