I know I said I'd never blog here. I suppose I lied. I just want to feel like someone cares... that someone is listening... But I can't risk my parents reading my bt.org blog. I used to not even believe in love... especially not with high school aged kids. And love at first sight? What a silly idea. Lust perhaps... but love? I don't think so. That was before I met her. The first time I saw Heather, the first thing I did was say to my friend, "who is that girl? She's really pretty. I want to talk to her!" I loved how she dressed. I loved the unique style. It was something that I would wear myself, and I liked that. I loved that smile. I loved that red hair. She just looked... amazing. But there was something else... something about her that made me determined to get to know her. Heather and I became friends quickly. In a matter of weeks, I felt like I was better friends with her than many of my friends I've known for years. I learned she was bisexual. She didn't smoke/drink. She liked similar music as we. She was a vegetarian. She was amazing to talk to. She captured my attention. She was just so perfect... so amazing. She was everything I ever wanted in someone... but never quite expected. Before Heather, I never expected to have a relationship with a girl. Of course I liked girls... but I liked guys as well... and I didn't need relationships to be happy. But Heather! I'd never met anyone so perfect before. I'd never met anyone so amazing before! I'd never fallen for someone so quickly or wanted to be with someone so much... When heather and I dated, we realized we only had a few days, since Heather was leaving soon. I realized it would be harder for me when she left... but I also realized that we would both regret it if we never did anything. I feel like we tried to cram a months time into a few days... but those few days were the best few days I've had in years, perhaps my whole life thus far. I've never loved someone so much... I've never wanted to stay in a moment so much... I've never been so happy... but now she's gone. She's gone... She's gone... and I just don't know what to do now. I feel sick, and at the same time I just feel empty. I feel okay for a moment, even smiling remembering how wonderful those days were... and then I can't stop crying because I realize I'll might not ever be able to hold her hand, hug her, kiss her, or whisper "I love you" to her ever again. That girl stole my heart. That girl was my life. For those few days, nothing could be more perfect... but now she's gone, and I'm just left with the memory of it all... and it just hurts so damn much. Heather, ily ♥ | 
