This is a thread for true stories. True personal stories that you would tell the Harpies when you get there, or tempt Will and Lyra with. Saying that they don't need to be your first love, or first kiss or first heartbreak, but they have to be true, personal and important.
I had a good long think about mine and I've settled on this, since it's best to begin at the beginning.
My story:
So that was my first love, first kiss and first heart-break all in one.Michael was my childhood sweetheart, there was a month between us and less than that between our 2 brothers. They were best friends. Our mothers were best friends, and so naturally (when I was born a girl) we would have to be sweethearts. We grew up together, practically living in each other's houses. His mum is the only person I call 'Aunty' and she's not even my real aunt. I have a picture somewhere (it's torn in half now) of us sitting on the window seat kissing when we were about 5, it's ever so sweet. But Michael was a typical boy - he loved football, girls, TV and had commitment issues, much to my dismay. When we were about 9 he decided he preferred football to girls, which was fine with me considering I was 9 and assumed that eventually he'd come around and see sense!
He didn't.
Time went on and we hit puberty, I think he knew I was still besotted with him and took full advantage of that. Still liking football, girls and having commitment issues he would never be my 'boyfriend' but had no problem being my, well, I won't use the word but a different kind of friend. It was difficult for me to know that it didn't mean nearly as much for him as it did for me, but I was obsessed with him and thought I loved him and anything was better than nothing as far as he was concerned. Eventually that stopped and I was left feeling depressed and unwanted, which spiralled and developed into full-blown depression. I honestly don't think he knows that, I never told him. I don't suppose I ever will either.
Anyway, I reckon I'll always have a little soft spot in my heart for him that'll hurt when it's pressed, but mostly I'm over it. I saw him in April, and at the time I was feeling pretty confident so I was all right. Next time I see him? - Who knows!
Come on then: Tell me stories!
Mine was a pretty personal story and I understand if some people don't want to share theirs