My very first heartbreak

Did you know you can really die because of heartbreak? That’s something serious. It’s nothing to laugh with – it defeats you mentally and makes you a weaker pray for death.

Then again – sometimes it is a bit funny. My very first heartbreak is something I can laugh with now, and I’ve decided to share it with you.

This is a story that took place when I was six or seven years old. At that age, I didn’t even do ballet. Can you imagine that? I did attend a folk dance class. But okay, that doesn’t really matter now. I was very young back then, but somehow I have always managed to take myself completely serious. I guess it was no different back then. At that age, I in fact did have a boyfriend. Oh yes. I don’t know what we did back then though. I suppose we kind of made a deal – ‘okay, so we’re together now’ – and held hands. Or something. What do you do with a boyfriend when you’re six? I don’t remember.

I don’t remember because I only have one recollection of this relationship that was without a doubt very serious business. That recollection is of my heartbreak. One day I came to school and my boyfriend, attending the same school as I did, refused to talk to me. Or look at me. He just ignored my existence. Of course I didn’t understand. It was more than that – I was devastated. I remember watching the older kids, of whom I thought they were very old and wise. Needless to say they were as childish as you are at age 12. They were playing with a ball, and I was watching them and thinking ‘how can they possibly be happy?’. I couldn’t find that happiness within myself anymore, and it was impossible for me to imagine being happy ever again. My best friend tried to comfort me, but I don’t think it worked.

That’s one real heartbreak. I guess I’ve always remembered it because of that feeling of never being able to smile again. That’s something heavy to feel when you’re six or seven.
Later on my boyfriend declared that he was testing me – thank you, darling – and everything was fine again. Until we no longer were together, I suppose.

*Fast forward*

Fourteen years later on, where are we both now? Thanks to Facebook that’s not hard to figure out. Apparently he has an obsession with kayaking nowadays, and he’s still single. I do believe he’s already working. As for me? I’m going to college, have an obsession with dancing and am still single. But honestly, I don’t think he’s my type after all…

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  1. that was so cute ❀

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  2. Awww, bless.

    I vaguely remember some girl from when I was around seven and she was the daughter of a friend of my mums. I have a single recollection of us openly talking about getting married when we were older when I was round her house. This was in front of both sets of parents and no doubt they thought we were adorable.

    I have no idea what her name is or what she looked like so a Facebook hunt is out of the question.

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    • That’s too cute, you even planned on a wedding! Maybe you can ask your mother what her name was. It’s worth it to find people of your youth again, so you can see how much more successful you are. For example.

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  3. The Dancing Rider

     /  June 5, 2014

    Awwww on the first part. Great on the second part! Very sweet entry, with a good ending. Love that realization.

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    • Thank you! Haha, yeah, it’s not unlikely that some people aren’t meant to be, especially when you are six, haha πŸ™‚

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      • The Dancing Rider

         /  June 5, 2014

        LOL, but it seems so darn important then. Now, too, but of course in a different way!

  4. Ha! Pheeeew. Not the kind of title one wants to read. Glad it all turned out good. But I do know what you mean about feeling so much at that age πŸ™‚

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    • Ah well, it was so cute looking back on it πŸ™‚ Yes, it is kind of incredible how strong that feeling was back then! aybe that was the day I decided I wouldn’t let anyone break my heart ever again! (Though they did break my trust πŸ˜‰ )

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  5. Hahaha loved this! I remember my first -and only – heartbreak well… I was soooo in love but he just wanted us to be friends because we were starting high school. I vowed I would never be dumped again and strangely I never have been……

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  6. Broken hearted at 6, you started early. It is funny how these kind of memories stay with us.

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    • Haha yes, but after that it too a long time before it happened again luckily πŸ˜‰
      I guess I was so devastated that it stuck with me. You always remember the shocking things of your childhood, no?

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