Narrative Essay

I didn’t think much about what happened that day. Deep inside I felt it coming, because nothing good lasts forever, but when it actually happened, I was shocked. It hit at me like lightning from out of nowhere.
A couple of months ago, during the winter I started to go out with her, we met one day at school café. She seemed to be that kind of a normal girl with enthusiasm and a lot of friends. But there was one thing which differed her from other girls, that something in her eyes that couldn’t leave me alone.
We got along with each other and we rarely fought, and even if we did, it didn’t matter that much. Occasionally she would get a little nervous because sometimes I was really quiet. She would ask then, with a mysterious smile on her face if I still like her, but she already knew the answer. We really liked each other a lot.
One day before school I ran up to her to say hello. She was searching for something in her locker. But when I did, she didn’t even stand up. I realized that something was wrong, and when I asked she explained with grievance in her voice that she’s in a bad mood. I wanted to help her but she didn’t want to talk to me. I was helpless. When we meet after school her “mood” was even worse.
She mumbled something about how bad day she had and asked for a ride, and naturally I drove her home. I tried to talk to her about what was going on, what was bothering her. I explained that I’m just trying to help, and she said she knew, but I would not be able to help her. I felt useless.
As soon as I pulled over she grabbed her bag and just ran home slamming the car doors right in front of my face. Later that day I tried to call her, but she wouldn’t answer. Finally in the evening she called back. Very seriously she said that we have to talk. I listed to her with caution and analyzed every word she had said. Than she said something that was the last thing I wanted to hear from her. She wanted to break up. First I had thought she was making a joke, that she wanted to check my reaction.
“I’m so sorry... but let’s just be friends...” she said it with that tone in her voice that I would never forget. It was then I finally realized she had not joked.
“Bye...” she hung up. And I stood there thinking about what just happened.
I couldn’t sleep, eat, nor concentrate on anything I was doing. I was thinking about what she sad. My life just stopped. I was walking around like a prisoner, waiting for the death penalty.
When looking back from today and thinking all what happened, I still moan about it. Our relationship couldn’t end up like that, but it did. Whether it was my fault or not we broke up. The only thing that changed is my attempt to that situation. I still like her and we stayed friends, but there is no disappointment about it any more. I learned that loving someone is not just understanding person’s needs and wants, but also reconcile with that person decisions.