After that, we talked every day, we went out every day, until I finally dared to ask her to be my girlfriend. She said no, that although she thought I was a nice, attractive, kind, and very gentlemanly guy, she did not want to be with me because she did not know how our relationship would be once we were dating, as she really liked the way we treated each other as friends, the trust we had. I told her I respected her decision, but I thought it would be best to stop talking as friends, since I did not have feelings of just friendship but rather of someone in love. I told her this mainly because of what I felt, to protect myself emotionally, because when you are not reciprocated they say it tends to hurt. I think that when you are with someone and you are great friends, you get along so well that you want to be something more, but in the end, you do not get to be more than friends. After telling her it would be best for each of us to go our separate ways, she asked me to please think about it, that she did not want to lose such a great friendship as mine. I told her I was sorry, but it was the best for both of us, for her and for me, she would find another guy, another good friend, and I would also find another great friendship, or figure something out.
Two days later, she texted me saying she wanted to see me. I asked her what was going on, and agreed to meet. We met at the same park where we had gone the first time we went out. She sat next to me and told me she had thought about it and that she did want to be with me, she wanted to be my girlfriend. She said I was a nice, respectful guy, someone worth it. I was so happy, I hugged her and kissed her, told her I was very happy and that I was going to respect her, that we would always be together hand in hand. The relationship was beautiful, it was during high school, and we went out a lot. Sometimes we even skipped school just to spend time together. Missing classes for days affected me a bit academically, but I do not regret it because it was such a beautiful experience, something I will always carry in my heart, a very precious memory I have, and I do not regret anything I did. My grades dropped, but I did not care.
She had many problems with her parents and she would lean on me. She saw me as a support, as help, and I could never say no to her. I was always there for her, I bought her things, we always went to the movies, she came to my house to watch movies, it was very nice. Years went by, I was with her for about two or three years. Unfortunately, her mom bothered her so much and stressed her so much that she could not be at peace. Eventually, her mom met me and at first everything was fine, but as I had mentioned, she did not get along with her parents, especially her mom. This created a before and after in the relationship.
I remember one night when we went to the movies and stayed out late, around eleven at night. I told her I would take her home by taxi. Why? Because her mom, whom I had already met, had asked me not to bring her home late. Understandable, because first, it is dangerous for a young woman to be out late, and second, her parents would be more worried. I wanted to respect what her mom had told me, so I asked her to please go home or let us go to her house so her mom would not get upset, because she could think badly of me. I knew her mom was very strict and that if we did not follow her word, something bad could happen, meaning she could turn against me or think I was a bad guy for her daughter. But she just did not get along with her parents, they truly had a bad relationship. That night, after I told her I would take her home, she said no, she did not want to leave my side. She hugged me, kissed me, and I asked her to understand that I loved being with her too, but it was something her mom had already told us. She did not want to listen. We were at the bus stop, it was a nice night, but time passed, midnight, one in the morning, and I told her it was too late, I would take her by taxi, but to please arrive calmly and tell her parents she had a problem so her mom would not get angry. She said okay, do not worry.
I walked her to her house because it was very late, but as she went in, I caught a glimpse of her mom, and she looked furious. I already knew what was coming. From that moment, the relationship was no longer good, her mom practically hated me, she made trouble for everything. I remember once her mom went to my family's workplace to bother us, saying she had money and we did not, because we never had much money, we were always humble people, never harming anyone. It was very stressful and marked me a lot.
I talked to her and told her this was too much for me, too much stress for me to handle. I told her she had no reason to do that, that besides making trouble for her own daughter, she was also getting involved against me and my family, talking nonsense. I told her I thought it was best to end things. I was sorry, but since her mom hated me, she would not let her go out with me, and we barely saw each other. I told her I did not think we could go on. We broke up. We ended on good terms, but I was sad. It was a decision I had to make because I did not feel good, the problems her mother caused were too much for a teenager, and since we barely saw each other, it was as if I were practically single.
I tried to endure it, and I lasted months without seeing her, only staying so she could have my support, which she always appreciated. About a year later, she texted me at Christmas saying Merry Christmas, have a nice time. I was surprised because we had never spoken since breaking up. Seeing her message shocked me. I replied coldly, Merry Christmas, have a nice time too. She had said it in a caring tone, but I responded coldly because so much time had passed. Her message made me think about a lot, about the relationship and everything we had been through.
In January, I texted her, asked if she wanted to meet, and she agreed. We met again, the connection was still there, we kissed, and from that kiss it went further. We got back together. I felt happy, I felt good, but I asked her, will the problems with your mom continue or not? I need to know. She told me no, that she was older now and that stage had passed. I said, then let this be a forever thing, like young people say, forever, a relationship for life.
We were together for three months, and then her mom gave her an ultimatum. She did not come to cause me trouble, but she spoke to her daughter and found out we had gotten back together. She told her that if she wanted to study, she had to break up with me, otherwise, she would not pay for her degree. Ironically, the day before we had talked about this, I had asked her, if your mom ever made trouble or told you to leave me, would you? and she said no, that she would fight for our love to the end like in a novel. I was happy and told her she was the best.
The next day, she told me her mom had given her an ultimatum she could not refuse, it was her education, her future, she wanted to study medicine. She sent me a long message, did not even have the decency to call me, just wrote saying it was over, that she was sorry, that I should become a great professional, and never give up on my dreams. I took it very badly, I felt destroyed, sad, like I had been given false promises. After everything I had done, after all I had endured, all the support I had given her, to be repaid like that was heartbreaking. Over time, I understood the ultimatum she was given, but I still got depressed.
For the first time, I knew what depression felt like. I did not want to eat, did not want to train, did not want to go out, I just wanted to sleep day and night. At one point, I even thought about ending my life, wanted a car to run me over. Something I will never forget is that we used to text, we did not like writing through social media, only text messages, to make it more personal and intimate. I sent her messages for two whole months, every day, saying, good morning my love, have a beautiful day. I would write to her three times a day, in the morning wishing her a good day, in the afternoon reminding her to eat so she would not get sick, and at night telling her, good night, sweet dreams. I wrote to her morning, afternoon, and night for two whole months hoping she would respond, but she never did, never. I was very depressed, very sad, and it took me months and months to get over that relationship. But that is life, and that experience, though very hard, taught me a lot. In the end, that is love.