This Love

This is my AP English 11 Personal Narrative. I could use some criticism or feedback!



                                                                                    “This Love”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!,” echoed down the hallway of my 1 story tall home. It was twelve o'clock midnight, and I had no idea what just happened. I sat up straight and thought to myself, “I better go check on what that noise was.” I slowly, and cautiously walked toward the kitchen and, “Bang!” My Ipod set off it's alarm. Therefore, I decided to turn my Ipod's alarm off and go back to sleep.

It was now a strikingly hot Sunday morning. If I told you I was okay, then I would be lying to you. To be honest, I was having a deplorable day. The reason why my Ipod went off last night was because my other half texted me. However, I will not tell you who her name is, but I will assure you that the message was rather...

It was rather unorthodox if I may say so myself. It was quite surprising actually. Not to mention the fact that our relationship was suffering to a point where trying to fix it would only make it worse. There honestly was no more turning back. The only two choices left were: end the relationship or suffer long enough that coping with the stress would be impossible.

With the weekend speedily coming to an end, I finally brought up the courage to break up with her. As I told her my reasoning behind my decision, she breathed a sigh of relief. She told me that she also needed to take a break from everything so she could set her priorities straight. I acknowledged everything and went on my way back home to get ready for school the following morning.

I woke up Thursday morning and actually felt great! I felt as if a heavy burden I have been carrying for the past three and a half years had been lifted off of my shoulders! Going back to school was a pain, but as we all know, education is the key to survival. Anyways, I walked down the hallway and realized that no one was talking to me. In confusion, I wondered and thought the whole day about the reason why no other person besides my conscience would talk to me. “Hmmmmm...,” I pondered. Then I finally realized what the reason was. I rushed to my ex and asked her if she was spreading rumors about me.

I had no idea if she was lying to me or not, but she replied, “No, so stop accusing me for everything bad that happens to you!”

I was completely stunned at her remark. Honestly, I had no idea of what I did to make her so angry. Maybe she was upset about our break-up? Who knows? I am pretty sure I do not have the answer to that.

The next day, we met up under our tree at the neighborhood park.

“I honestly cannot take this break-up, and I want to get back together. I already miss you so much and cannot see a future that does not involve you. Even if we both suffer, at least we suffer together. I would rather fall with you than let you fall by yourself. In reality, this break-up is causing more stress than that of when we were a couple. I still love you...”

I was dumbfounded, clueless, and deprived of my earlier emotions. I replied, “I don't know what to say, but I believe you. I believe every word that just came out of your mouth. I miss you as well , but I just thought that the break-up would be good for us. I guess it wasn't really working, huh? If you would be willing to give me a second chance, would you? I still love you...”

She looked deep into my eyes as if she were trying to look into my heart. In response to my question, she leaned forward and kissed me for about a minute. Then she replied, “Does that answer your question?”

This love had taken it's toll on me, but at least she did not say goodbye. Love is not an emotion that we feeble humans can play around with. Many other people around the world suffer because they do not have the love they need to survive. If we give up on love and try to throw it away, it comes back to make us realize our selfish decisions and the mistakes we made when we were giving it out. People like us may give up on love, but love does not give up on us. When something is given to us, it is common courtesy to keep, guard, and treasure it until the day they ask for it back.