Through love, loss, and new love
A fair while ago, I lost my love. Though a bit older than me, she showed me everything that a 15 year old girl would hope to know. She showed me
love, lust, hope, and beauty. Though living states apart, we had a bond tighter than any other. In 2008, my world was shattered. I received newS that my guardian angel had slit her wrists in a final attempt to find peace. My Taelor had left me alone to cope with my loss and disaray. I began to tear into my body. Cuts, bruises, anything. Pain became my only friend. It numbed the hole that she had left. In the summer of 2009, I tried to commit suicide. I had the blade to my wrist when my phone vibrated, startling me into a daze. A new friend had messages me, asking if everything was all right. He had felt something in the air and new he needed to talk with me. Over that summer, he helped me begin to fight off my demons. He helped me greive and find methods in which I could find a healthy release. I now draw every day. I think of Taelor all the time, but also of my green eyed boy. To this day, he and I are together. We are engaged and plan on getting married this coming spring. I still have relapses every so often, but those are most often brought on by my schizophrenia. A word to all the heartbroken boys and girls in the world: hope is real and people do care. Someone out there wants you robbed better and would stay awake all night in order to keep you safe. There is always hope.
With love and hope for you all,
-Lost and found, 17 years old