• When i was 3, i first learned about the color purple. However, i thought that purple was the oddest color ever. As i was growing older and older, it began to change due to my maturity(well, sort of). At this point in time, i was 11, and i still disliked the color purple a little. During school, i always tried to avoid purple objects(which was weird). BUT.............at school i met somebody. Her name was Jessica. And guess what; she was wearing purple clothes. A purple t-shirt overlayed by a light grey sweater and with brightly colored purple jeans and shoes. When i first saw her, i was stunned due to her love for the color purple. Like purple objects, i avoided her. When i ate lunch, i always stayed on the other end of the lunchroom. When we were in a class, i asked if i could have a seat in the corner because she always sits in the front. When we were put as partners, i avoided her eye contact. Eventually she realized my fear of her and she came up to me one day. She said, "Hey weirdo, why are you being such an a*****e to me?". I simply answered, " i just dont like purple.". She then said, " just because you dont like purple, doesn't mean you dont like me. At least talk to me as a person and not just an object!"
    So i gave it a shot. "Okay, so what do you like to do?" I asked. "i love to play guitar and design shoes." she answered. The conversation then revolved around her passion for shoe designing. "You can make shoes?"
    "yes, i can."
    "thats amazing!"
    "oh, its not that amazing."
    In the midle of the conversation, I suddenly ask her if she could make me some shoes. she said yes, and i was happy.
    So how does this relate to my liking of purple?
    The shoes she made me....
    they were purple....

    Me and Jessica were great friends. Where ever i went, she went with me and vice versa. we couldn't be separated from each other. By the time it was summer, she made me 6 pairs of shoes, all a different shade and color scheme of purple. they were shoes of friendship....and possibly love? Nope.

    One day, i asked her to teach me to make shoes. of course, since she was my best friend, she said yes...on one condition. that condition was to go on a date with her. I was surprised...at first. And then i thought "Ahh, what the hell. okay"

    she taught me the ways of shoe making, but i didnt do very good. i forgot the whole thing, except now Jessica was by my side. We were boyfriend and girlfriend......but not for long.

    She broke up with me that next spring. i asked her, "why?"
    "because i found somebody else special."
    I was torn....She was what made my heart whole. She was my whole world....and she just completely shattered me to pieces...i couldnt recover from this....
    Soon after this happened, we became more distant. Jessica's new boyfriend was definitely better than me in every way. He was stronger, taller, more talented, and he wasn't socially awkward like me. He knew more than me. He was "better looking" as Jessica put it. But most of all, He played piano better than me.....I cant compete with that....He was AJ version 2.0....Eventually, me and Jessica didn't see each other anymore.....


    Although my love for Jessica went away, my love for purple stayed. It is a mystery why. I spent the rest of my 7th grade staring out the window during class and sitting by myself during lunch. it was the most depressing time of my life. Nobody wanted to talk to me; Nobody wanted to even make eye contact with me...And that was the moment in time when suicide became an option.....

    It was the only thing on my mind for 3 months out of the year and i was trying to think of ways to suicide.....

    Suddenly.....

    Someone finally spoke to me. Luke was his name. "Dude, you scare me." he said to me.
    "yeah? and?" i replied. Luke just simply said, " get your crap together and talk to someone." So i did.....

    Luke and I became awesome friends. We were like brothers. He was a year younger than me.

    On the last day of School, he introduced me to Jay, his sister. She was one year older than me. "you're kind of weird, you know that?" she said to me.
    "and you're kind of weird too." i talked back.
    "well you're an uncaring b*****d!" she yelled.
    "well you're a slutty b***h!" I shouted.
    There was a silence after that. Obviously we didn't get along.
    Then she said, "i like you!"
    I was surprised when she kissed me.
    ....yeah....she kissed me....no lying....


    We had nothing in common, and we were always fighting. When i asked her if she wanted to go see a movie, she told me that she wanted to relax at my house. When, i wanted to spend a day out at my old hangout area with her, she said she wanted to go to hers...
    But the more we fought, the closer we became....

    She one day asked me to be her girlfriend (we haven't officially begun yet).
    i accepted and she glomped on me. I was at her house and she was being different than she usually was. She was nice, generous, and helpful...everything she wasn't before we started our relationship....
    it was the best time of my life...

    you think it's over? Guess again....

    Jay was all mine. She was the best. And when i mean "was", i really mean "was".
    One day when we were walking home from school, she asked me, "do you like me?"
    and i answered, "no"
    Jay frowned for a second and asked, "why?"
    and then i said
    "I dont like you because i love you"
    Sounds old, i know. but it still made her smile.
    We arrived at her house and i kissed her goodbye. Usually after i do that, i wait outside for a couple of minutes because i like watching Jay walk safely into her house. Everything was perfect. I saw everything in the future..

    But i didnt see a fist flying at my face. It stung, badly....

    i was holding my cheek while i studied Luke's face.
    "what did I do?" i shouted angrily.
    "You?....what did YOU do? you....need to leave her alone." He said.
    I was puzzled about his rage.
    "You never bothered to talk to me in ages, you know that?" He screamed.
    "Im sorry!" i said.
    "sorry isn't good enough.....you were like a brother to me....more than like....you were a brother to me....but not anymore.....after you started dating her, you never looked me in the eye since...."
    I felt like killing myself at this moment. Luke had no problem fulfilling this for me.
    He punched me again, twice as hard, in the stomach. It hurt more than the first one. "Tell Jay that you're breaking up with her..."

    Dont freak out. it wasn't a bad beating. it was two punches.....After that, Jay and I were over....She never spoke to me again....and neither did Luke.....

    All of these stories still pound me into the ground everyday.....Its terrible....
    the thought of Jessica....and Jay.....It grinds my heart into dust...
    But i look forward to the tomorrow days....ill never think about my past ever again....only when reading this i shall.