Taking Chances

Micah | Jaden


That day four years ago, he broke my heart. I had loved him ever since I could remember, always cherishing the time I had with him. I had finally worked up the courage to confess, and for someone like me who is shy and awkward, had taken a lot of determination and nerve. But he took my heart in his hand and crushed it. Shattered it. Broke it. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't run away. The day after he scarred me he had disappeared- out of town and out of my life. That hurt more than anything, knowing that he was so disgusted by me that he would leave.

I was hated myself for thinking that he'd accept me.


That day four years ago I lost someone very dear to me. It had been my fault- I had pushed him away, running, escaping. I was a coward, too afraid to confront my true feelings. I had broken the one person I wanted to protect, the one person I truly loved. I had hurt him and had snapped his heart in two. I couldn't forgive myself, not even after four, lonely years. I missed him. I had missed him every second of every day ever since I turned him away. I hated it. I hated everything.

I hated myself for not accepting him.