Rain
Umm. Hmm. Not entirely sure how to start this... I met Rain through an MSN conversation. You remember those mega-conversations people would create for no reason whatsoever other than to get people pissed? Yup, one of those. He added me from there, and I accepted, not really caring who the hell he was. After a few months, he randomly IM'd me and we started talking. When I first met him, he was super perverted, ridiculously hilarious, and always down to rally or go to towns. After we'd been talking for a while, he told me he had liked me. At first, I was skeptical, because one: I was in a relationship with Stuart. Number two: I thought he'd probably pulled this with all the girls on Gaia, and was just trying me out to see if he could get with me. Turns out I was incorrect on the latter. Rain and I were inseparable for eight months. Still, during those months, he tried to get me to understand that I should be with him, not Stuart. During August, Stuart and I finally broke up due to differences we could not resolve; it was not due to Rain's prominence in my life. Rain asked me out in November of 2008, to which I happily accepted. I remember him always calling me, and me, using literally all of my phone plan to call him. My mom was pissed, but I could care less; it was worth it, I had decided. Sometimes, we'd three-way with Omar or Paco... even Dee. Okay, I wasn't excited about that. I think he mostly did that to annoy me LOL. Our time together was extremely rocky, though, despite the love I had for him. Shortly after we begin dating, Vanessa and him begin flirting, literally, all the time. He'd deny it, but it was obvious that there was something between them. I don't know if he was just having fun or what. I'm not going to say I was entirely innocent, because I wasn't. During their flirtations, I flirted with Paco as well. I didn't think that was what I was doing at the time, but looking back on it, yeah, we definitely talked. Infidelity engulfed us. Though, besides the numerous incidents of infidelity, I thought I was in love. I really did. But I wasn't. In all honesty, I didn't love Rain until we had broken up for the last time: sometime during February or March 2009. After the inappropriate picture of me surfaced, Rain begun ignoring me and talking s**t whenever he'd see me, even though we hadn't been together. This lasted for more than a year, in which I started my drastic mourning period. Through all the times he called me a "hoe" and whatever else he said behind my back, I still cared about him. It may look sad and pathetic, but whatever. It took me nearly two years to get over him. Almost. That's how I know that the beautiful, intense, and often painful love I bore for him was utterly genuine. It wasn't just me wanting something I couldn't and didn't have. In the summer of 2010, he confessed to me that the only reason he pushed me away so much was because he did not want to ruin his reputation, which he then said he realized was immature and stupid. I honestly think we were just both stupid little kids. I was... what? Fifteen. Deep down, I'm always going to have feelings for Rain, and I can honestly say he will always be one of the greatest loves of my life, even though I'm not even, like, old or anything. I just know. For a while during 2010 -2011, we talked briefly whenever we were able to. He's in Spain now, though, playing soccer, apparently, so I haven't talked to him in a while. As I'm writing this, I'm smiling, but at the same time I'm kind of sad. For a long time, Rain gave me everything I could have ever wanted. But things change. I wish the best for him now.
