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.