High School Sweethearts

Everyone always said we were going to be like Donna and Eric, or Cory and Topanga. You know, the high school sweethearts that everyone envies, and secretly longs for their perfect relationship. My entire high school knew that we were an item. Even the teachers made jokes about us and would constantly comment on our flawless twosome. We were known for walking down the hall hand in hand, .and for our traditional kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. They were quiet and modest signs of affection for grotesque public displays were not our cup of tea. There was something about him that captured me, and drew me in by simple hypnosis. Maybe it was his mysterious smile the secret one that I was certain he only flashed at me. Or maybe it was the way he held me so gently, as though terrified he would break me. Whatever it was, I was completely hooked on this boy. We understood each other, knew each other’s deepest secrets, passions, desires, and fears. We could look into each other’s eyes and know exactly what the other person was thinking at that very moment. We had all the symptoms, and all the distinctive signs that it was love, and it felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before. But then, something happened where we just fell apart. Maybe we’ll never know what it was that ended it, but it’s kinda ironic, how things just didn’t work out for us. Everyone was shocked. All our friends were completely dumbfounded. But it was the truth...we were over. There was no “Megan and Andrew” anymore, we were just a memory. The next few days after we broke up, seeing him was one of the hardest things I’d ever experienced in my life. The fact that we were still best friends probably made it harder. We would talk and laugh, and I’d find myself lost in his eyes. I was completely entranced by the fact that I had lost someone so perfect. All I wanted was to hold him, to kiss him, and to know that he was mine again. People still randomly bring us up. They’ll casually mention how we were so creepily perfect for each other, and how they will never understand why we broke up. To be truthful, I’m not sure I will ever know exactly why we did either. But things in life happen for a reason. Andrew taught me so much about myself, and about life. He taught me about things that mattered, things that didn’t. But most of all he taught me how to love, with all my heart, and all my soul, and he taught me how to know when to let go. Maybe we’ll end up back together again some day along the line, and maybe we won’t. But either way, Andrew brought me one of the best years of my entire life, and nothing could ever take that away.