The hurt before the happiness

Almost two years ago, when hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, i met a guy. His school and his home was hit by the hurricane so he and his family came to stay with his grandparents. He had a friend who went to my school and he visited him there. We started talking and I really liked him. He liked me too, I thought. He is an adorable brunette who has many talents and is very attractive. He is a muscian and an artist. He was always drawing while he was visiting my school. He wrote me a note the last day he was visiting and gave me his phone number along with his email address and many other things. So I decided to call him. We talked for a little while but he went to an academy at that point so I wasn't sure where to call him at.Then I lost his note and had no way to reach him. I should have just left it at that, but I didnt. I tried to remember his email address. I did and emailed him asking if it was the right person. It was. After many emails back and forth, I ended up giving him my phone number and getting his again. We didn't talk for about 6 months after that. Finally, I checked my email, got his number, and called him one night. We talked for 9 hours that night and got to know each other. This was during the summer so I had nowhere to go the next day, but he worked so around 6:00am he had to go so he could get some sleep. But before he got off the phone, he said he had one more question to ask me. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought for a minute and accepted. I was so happy. I couldn't even sleep I was so excited. He called me every day and we had a great relationship. Then school started again. He told me that he was starting a new school and he wasn't sure if he'd find someone else there. He said that we should take a break and we'd pick up where we left off later on in the school year. I thought well yeah maybe I will find someone also because i was going to a new school that year also. So I agreed to just be friends. We still talked almost everyday. Around Halloween, he told me he was coming up at Thanksgiving to visit his grandparents and that we should hang out when he was visiting. So when he came, he called me and we made plans for him to come to my house and hang out. We stayed at my house for a little while and then went to my dad's house. We stayed there for about an hour and my dad had to take him back to his hotel because his parents wanted him to come back. So we were on our way back and we were texting each other because my sister was with us the whole time and we didn't really have that much time to talk about anything serious. So we were texting in the truck and he ended up asking me out again. I questioned that because i wasn't quite sure why he wanted to date me again when he broke up with me before. He said that while we were together, he realized what he lost and he wanted it back. Again, I said yes. About a week later he called me and told me that a friend of his, who is a girl, had given him a ring that day at school and said he was her husband. I thought nothing of it because I kind of thought it was childish. Then he told me she was always sitting in his lap and hugging him and things like that. I got a little worried with that one. Then he called me crying once. He is not a person who cheats. He felt horrible and I could tell but it didnt matter, I knew what he had to tell me and I just wanted him to tell me. He wouldnt. We were on the phone for over an hour and he kept putting it off and telling me he just couldn't say it. In the end, he had me crying and I found out that this girl kissed him and he kissed back. Apparantly nothing else happened, but he is a guy and my first assumption was right about him cheating so I think my second assumption was right also. I was madly in love with him by the first time we went out. By the second time, I wasnt over him and was crazy in love. I didnt really care what he did, I decided to forgive him. By the way, that was a bad idea on my part. He ended up breaking up with me again because he wasn't over his ex girlfriend, who killed herself. But in actuality, he found someone else that he liked more than me. We still talked though, like nothing ever happened. I felt like such an idiot. I was hurt that he told me he loved me and it turned out to be a big lie. I mean i was seriously in love. Real toe curling, smiling all the time, love. He was my first love by the way. I just couldn't believe how stupid I was. I was so depressed. Luckily I had a great friend that was there to comfort me. I just couldn't stop talking to him. Even though I knew he didn't feel the way I felt about him, I couldnt resist answering the phone when he called and calling when he didn't call. Most of the time, we had nothing to talk about. I just liked knowing that he was talking to me, no one else. ME! I have to admit now that I was jealous, jealous that all his friend and girlfriends had him there with them and I only got to talk to him sometimes. Even if we had nothing to talk about, I liked having the satisfaction that I had his full attention. Well then he I stopped calling. My lovely best friend told me that I needed to move on. Get over him. Get over "love". I thought "is that possible?" Oh it is. I will always love this boy but right now, I hate his guts. I can't stand him. I don't ever want to look at his face again, hear his voice again, or hear someone say his name. I may be over reacting just a bit but he hurt me. He crushed me. I was just very fortunate to have a friend by my side who knew what I was going through and had went through the same exact thing recently. It took me over three months to get over him. That's quite a while. I still think about him sometimes. He even called me the other day. I am proud to say that i answered, talked for about 5 minutes and told him I had to go, and haven't answered his calls since. I thought I wanted to talk to him again, but when I got on the phone with him, I realized that i really didn't. I had no desire to call him back either. I am completely over him now. I am very proud of myself for that even though it did take me a long time to get over him. Life is going pretty good right now and I am finally over him.