Wonder What Your First Heartbreak Feels Like?
The text I’d sent had been simple.
“You going to Emma’s tonight?”
The response, even simpler. But enough to make my heart race.
The ‘x’ meant the world.
Our eyes met and locked at the party. He was with his friends rolling a cigarette. He smiled. We embraced with a friendly hug. A few minutes passed. It was decided the boys were going to go buy alcohol. He looked so much older than me and had a fake ID. He was so dreamy. “See you in a bit” he said and squeezed my hand. The party swirled its way through the house. My friends and I rummaged around for clean glasses to pour our cheap alcohol into. After acquiring an empty jam jar, and filling it with vodka that tasted like nail varnish remover and cheap cola, I circulated around the house. I was hoping to run into him again. He was nowhere to be seen.
As I caught up with friends, I was distracted, my eyes scanned the crowds looking for his dark eyes. As he came into sight I started to push my way through the people. He seemed deep in conversation with a tall brunette. I stayed back, trying to sense the tone. I made sure I was still in sight, so he could spot me, break away and make his way towards me. He didn’t. The whole party suddenly went into slow motion; the music became drowned out by the sorrow that engulfed me. My eyes widened as I watched him lean in, pulling her in with one hand around her tiny waist as the other caressed her wavy chocolate brown hair. As their lips met my whole world fell apart.
I felt pain rip through me in a way I never thought possible. My heart actually ached. Every cliché in a sad song suddenly made sense. I sat in the corner on a soggy bench, watching them, letting the waves of despair wash over me. My best friend sat next to me. He put his arms round me as the other kids set off cheap fireworks. But I did not want comfort. I wanted to feel this feeling. It was new. I pushed past the people, numb to their excitement and merriment. I was in a bubble. I slipped out of the side gate and walked down the middle of the quiet suburban road. I pulled my hood over my head and kicked the wet leaves as I walked away.
It was then I finally allowed the tears to fall. Fifteen years later and I can hardly remember what he looks like and I sometimes wonder if he even remembers my name. I’ve had my heart broken since that night, but I’ll never forget how it felt the first time.