It is what it is

It all started when I was in 5th or 6th grade, I met this girl from a dance studio which I was in a long time ago. I didn't know how being in a relationship felt like but it felt like those "love at first sight" type a way because I already had a crush on someone I barely knew, the fact that I barely knew her made me want to get to know her.

I had to find a way to get to know her better so the first thing that came in to my mind was, first I would need to get along with her friends or people she was around with most of the time. Then second, ask her friends about her. And lastly, finally talk to her but as a friend.

The very first time we had a conversation together I was already blushing because I was finally talking to her. I was so happy yet nervous because I had butterflies in my stomach. The feeling of having butterflies isn't always that great, but having butterflies for someone is a great experience.

After couple months of talking to her as a friend, I told her friends that I liked her. I decided to tell her friends first because I wanted to see how they felt about it. They were cool about it because they thought we would look "cute" together. They told me themselves that she felt the same way; after they told me that, I felt even more confident about asking her out and her being officially mines.

After couple of months of telling her friends that I liked her, I finally grew some man balls and told her I had the biggest crush on her. As always I was nervous and got butterflies while telling her, but anyways she also admitted that she liked me the same way I liked her, so that made me ask her out right there and then. And obviously her answer was "yes".

The next day of her being officially mines, I was speechless because I finally told a person who I liked so much, how I felt about them and then asking that person out afterwards but better yet, having to be in a relationship with that person. Everything we did, I’d cherish those moments, even it was small. I was so in love her, I wouldn't believe any of the stories her friends from school would tell me. It was great stories, it was those "what the hell, are you serious?" kind of stories.

Every time her friends would tell me those kind of stories I would always deny them, and ask her myself about if it was true or not. As always her answers would be "No" and she’d deny everything.

The more I kept hearing the stories from her friends, the more I would believe it. After being in a 6 month relationship with her, I finally decide to end the relationship. I was so sick of it not because of the stories her friends would tell me but what she did physically. It really broke my heart to end a relationship with the person I loved so much but I guess it is what it is. After being cheated on for I don't know how long, it made me question about everything we had.

Like why didn't you end our relationship when you found another guys? Why did you still be in a relationship with me? Why would you cheat on me, was it because I wasn't that great looking? I was so heartbroken I wasn't myself for a couple months. I didn't want to talk to other girls because of what happened. It just made me feel like I didn't want to be in a relationship ever again. As the years goes by there's never a moment in life where I thought I would ever get cheated on again, in my next relationships.