A Love Story Part I

The Beginning

When I first met you, I was unimpressed. You were a dorky teenager that tried too hard. Smart, and a smartass. I never knew if you were unsure of yourself, or actually confident... sometimes you were just a cocky S-O-B.

You began to get older, and you met other people. We grew apart but I was still excited for you. Something told me these relationships wouldn't work out--that didn't really matter, you were going places. But this story isn't about the other ones. It's about us...

The Slow Change

You ended up with multiple restaurant jobs and somehow always made ends meet. You moved up to bartending and started making relatively good money. At this point, you seemed to be a different person, one that I didn't really know. A person I couldn't stand to be around. You grew to be unhappy and obsessively thought about all the wrong things while poisoning yourself slowly. We didn't talk much anymore and you certainly had no friends left.

I knew you were ill, but I couldn't get you to change. Your sweet parents were devastated and things looked grim.

Relief... For a Bit

Sometime during our story, you decided to find the cure for your sickness. I actually started liking you again. Then you trusted the wrong information and made a life-changing decision.

Your dormant sickness was back with a vengeance. Things got much worse over a short period of time. It was frightening to everyone around.

It was found that the first sickness actually went along with a second disorder which you thought you had for years.

The office you were working at closed. Being at a loss, and feeling like you had nowhere to turn, you began to plan the end of your life. I knew about the plan, but couldn't tell you any different. There was nothing for me to do; my hands were tied. We weren't even that close anymore so I couldn't even offer insight.

Dumb Luck

You went on with the attempt on your life, emotionally wrecking the few people that remained close. It's a fluke you're still here, and I will forever be grateful for the person that stopped you. Honestly, I didn't know if you would ever forgive the person I was so thankful to.

I didn't see you for about a week because you went away to a hospital. You said it was pretty awful, but you didn't call me. I still hoped I'd have you back soon.

You were released and things were again better, if only slightly. Long story short, after a few months of having your own place and still being a crazy asshole, you had another consequence. A major one.
This was a game-changer. Your life as you knew it was over.

Ours was just beginning.