I can still remember the first time a girl broke up with me. I was just a teenager. I was riding that hormonal high that a young love brings. The sky seemed brighter. The clouds looked whiter.
I went through my days with a silly grin on my face. I held up my Mom’s phone line with calls to my girlfriend that lasted for hours. Then suddenly she said that she didn’t want to see me any more. I was crushed.
My heart felt like it had fallen off a cliff. I was lower than low. The sunniest sky still seemed dark and gray. I went through my days sulky and sad. My Mom got her phone back because I didn’t want to talk to anybody. Instead I went for long walks in the woods with only my dog for company. I wondered if I would ever feel happy again.