Allen...

Yes, I fell in love with a guy named Allen Peterson. We were like a chalkboard and chalk, an apple and a pie, shoelaces to shoes. We were perfect. When I was with him, I thought everything was the best thing ever. I loved life...I loved him. You might wonder what this blog is about. This my friend, is about the time my heart was broken for the first time. 

We met by friends. It I remeber correctly, we met June 9, 2009. I thought that he was the cutest thing alive. Literally. He had that cute skater boy look. Totally hot in beanies. x3 
When we met, we didn't speak much to each other, until, my friend made me sit down and talk to him while she used the bathroom. We hit it off good. I loved listening to him talk, everything that came out of his mouth was interesting. I could listen to him forever. After that, we gave each other our numbers. We would text non-stop to each other, talking about our day, and how we been. We never got bored with each other. 
Our first date was at a bowling alley. He didn't know a damn thing about bowling, so I had to show him some pointers. It was really funny seeing him get every bowl into a gutter. xD 
Trust me, I would try not to laugh at him. But, every time he heard me chuckle, he would say, "So, you think it's funny, huh?" He smiled after. I never wanted that night to end.
Our first kiss was at the skating park near his house. His warm soft lips pressed against mine was wonderful. I remeber our bodies fitting perfect together. It truly was a moment for life. 

1 year passed, and we were still like pp&j. He would whisper in my ear, "God, I love you Robin...Your the best thing that ever happened to me." Of course, I said it back. I did love him.  
Later that one night, he wanted me to meet him at his house around 8. I told him, "Of course, baby." But, to surprise him, I got there an hour early. I was all excited and ready to surprise, but when I opened that door, I died. There I saw, a pretty blonde, lips locked on my boyfriend, boobs practically sticking out, arms near his...you know. 
I slammed the door, crying my eyes, thinking about dieing. I could hear Allen running after me, the steady fast beat of his shoes hitting on the road. I wasn't faster then him at all. I finally pulled my arm, and turned me to face him. I punched him in the face. He didn't do anything back, cause he knew he deserved it. I went straight to the question, "How long have you been seeing her?!" I remeber screaming at him, asking tons of questions. Instead of anwsering he just kept apologizing. I didn't want to hear anymore, so I left. Never wanting to hear from him again...

It's been a year later, and even now I try not to remeber that night... I'm still emotional about it now, cause I did love him. But, like my mom said... You need to head for the future, and forget the painful past. I'm still in the process of doing that now.  

Terrible Best Friend...

Trust me... I didn't mean for it to happen. To be honest, I blame it on Rickie, she was the one who wanted me to meet him in the first place. If she never told me about him, this wouldn't be happening right now. It started about, let's say... 4 or 5 months ago? I met a guy named, Dylan. Dylan Morris. He was dating my best friend Rickie. She wanted me to meet him to see if I approved. She gave me his number, so I texted him. We hit it right off. We had EVERYTHING in commen.  Type of music, movies, tv shows. It was crazy. I didn't start falling for him until a few weeks later. I told Rickie that he was a nice guy, and that he was a keeper. Of course, inside I didn't that. I wanted him to be mine. But of course, I couldn't do  that. She was my best friend.
So, I dealt with it. Until, they broke up for the first time.


Dylan was heart broken... Which is understandable, I would be to. Who wouldn't? I did everything I could to keep him on the right level. I even gave him the whole, "There Are Other Fish In The Sea" advice. He later told me thanks. Then later that night, he told me exactly this in my face, "I think I love you  Robin." You should have seen my face, I could feel my cheeks turning bright red, and the dumb ass I am... I told him I loved him too. It wasn't a lie, it was true. Since the whole Allen thing, I didn't think I would fall in love again, (You will know more about that later in my blogs.) But, Dylan... I just couldn't help but feel that way about him. After a few months, they got back together. Dylan told me, he said that he hesitated and said yes. I could have been pissed, but I wasn't. I couldn't be mad at him. Later that night, we made love. Yes, I lost my virginity to Dylan. And, I'm happy I did. The only thing that's killing me now, is that my best friend doesn't know a thing.... 


(To be continued...)