About Me, and What I Have to Say...
So, what's the point of this page? So what, I've been dumped, right? Wrong...
I think that there are a unique category of "young people" as they love to call us, who really are older than our years. Maturity is not a function of the year you were born, contrary to common belief! Maturity is the kind of person you are, and the things you've been through.
So here I am, hurting like hell, and being told "Well, you're young...don't worry about it." I'm young...but I basically raised my two younger sisters after my parents divorced. My mom left and my dad was physically abusive. I'm young, but I skipped a grade and still was at the top of the class. I had no childhood. I didn't learn to swim or ride a bike, instead I learned cursive/script handwriting a year before everyone else. I didn't have many giggly girl sleepovers, I was studying. How can anyone tell me I'm young?
But in a way...they're right. We are young. But not as young as we look.
And instead of being accepted as exceptionally mature, we're consistently put down as being "young" no matter what indications there are to the contrary. Yes, I still have many years left ahead of me. But that doesn't mean that I didn't love him deeply, that I didn't mean it when I promised the rest of my life...and that I didn't believe him when he promised the same back. I believe that if you feel it in your heart that the feelings are real, no one has the right to dismiss it.
So, any kindreds who read this, take heart...you're not the only one who feels trapped in an age bracket that's nothing more than numbers and biological flukes. Don't let people dismiss how you feel because you have more life left to live than they do. I'm trying hard not to. Because if you let them, you would be betraying your own heart. One heartbreak is enough, isn't it? Whether the dumpee or the dumper, there's no need to break your own heart by listening to people who insist that youth is a cure-all. Time will heal all wounds, yes...but that doesn't mean it's not gonna hurt like hell.
If this makes sense, if you want to talk, if you just want to make a new e-mail buddy...
E-mail me! :)
Onward to deeper reflection...an open letter to he who hurt me...