Heartaches really do hurt. When my older sister sat in her room crying for weeks, I just didn't get it. I mean, how could one person affect you so much? Then I fell in love, freshman year of high school. My whole outlook on life changed. But, as you probably know, most high school relationships don't last. We broke up, and he eventually moved away. Now it was my turn to cry myself to sleep. I eventually found another guy, but it took two years. And you know what? I still think about him sometimes. It no longer hurts to think of him, and I try to remember the good times.
