This story was separated into three basic parts, because as a first relationship it wasn’t exceptionally…I wasn’t experienced enough to make it into anything exceptional. I was a scared awkward puppy, and that led me to being an unfortunately inadequate boyfriend who really didn’t understand anything happening in relation to myself and Charlotte, but everything comes to an end.
I felt good having a girlfriend. Just saying it, letting those words roll off my tongue, felt good. But, I was stupid, and in my foolish obliviousness, it all collapsed. As you can see from how short this story has been, the memories aren’t exactly perfect, nor is my recollection. However, this is what I remember of the last real time I “hung out” with her and pretty much the last time I went to Youth Group.
I remember going to the House that Youth is held, and hanging out. Charlotte was being all quiet, and unresponsive. We all went outside and I tried to talk to her, but she’d barely respond. It was weird, and scared me a little, but I figured there had to be a reasonable explanation. That night, I called her. And we talked, and I walked outside to continue talking. I remember standing near the backyard gate when I got the bombshell; she’d hooked up with her friend’s brother the night previous and wanted to break up. It was a no resolution situation. I was confused and hurt…mainly confused. I had no real grasp on everything, and felt like I was the one who’d done something wrong.
Of course, in a way I was. I was guilty of needing puberty of the brain. However, that wouldn’t happen for a long while. I turn out to be what you’d call a late bloomer.
Anticlimactic ending to the story? Well, it was anticlimactic for me as well at the time. But this is how my first relationship really ended, much to my dissatisfaction.
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