Mending a Broken Heart

I haven't written in a while, and for that I apologize, but in my defense I've been trying to get over a broken heart. I was in a four year relationship that ended abruptly and badly. It was my first real relationship. He was my first true love and I thought he was the one, the person I would spend the rest of my life with, but it turns out that he was the man that would probably prevent me from entering into another relationship for the rest of my life.

Like every relationship we had our issues, but not in the beginning. In the beginning it was great. We couldn't get enough of each other. We were either always together or always trying to find a way to be together. He was younger then me, the first younger guy I've ever dated, he's also from a different race then me, another first, but none of that mattered. He was my sun and my moon.

We are both creative people. He's a musician, and if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a writer, but that was where our similarities ended, but it didn't matter, we were madly in love.

My family couldn't stand him at first. They thought he was a bum and they've always been a little overprotective, but although my family didn't care for him I stayed with him anyway and I was more then determined to make it work whether they liked him or not.

About a year or more into the relationship we started arguing and then the arguing became more frequent as more time passed, but even with the arguing I always saw us together. Have you ever been with someone that you couldn't picture your future without, well he was that someone to me and now here I sit, 2:33 a.m., trying to picture my future without him.