In honor of the coming one year anniversary of this blog, I’m detailing some of my firsts. 🙂
First Epic Heartbreak
Sigh. Yes, it was bound to happen at some point, especially with how easily I fell for people back in the day. But I digress, let’s set the stage, shall we?
It was fall semester of my sophomore year in college, and I was studying abroad in Vienna, Austria. There were so many firsts that year (including first international flight and first European adventure), but one of the biggest was my first epic heartbreak.
I remember the first time I saw him – he seemed to stand out among the large group of American students at the Vienna train station. He was tall, confident (chicks really do dig confidence, just like the South Park movie says :p ), and seemed to be cool while I was sweating like a pig after lugging suitcases into the train station. And of course, he didn’t notice me at all.
But that didn’t last long. 😉 Of course, it helped that there weren’t a lot of students in the program, that we had a class together, and oh lucky me, that he ended up living next door.
I even remember when we made the leap from friends to dating… It was oh so swoon-worthy. 😉 We were studying with a group of friends – the two of us were sitting together, reading on my bed – when he reached out and barely brushed my leg with his fingertip. My heart stopped. Two minutes later, his thumb gently slid across the side of my leg again. I peaked at him from the corner of my eye, but he didn’t look up from reading. Then his thumb started tracing circles on my thigh…and I reread the same word in my text-book about six times. A slight smile tugged at his lips and I had to remind myself to breathe. When our friends finally left the room, I may have tackled him. 😉
And of course, I remember the breakup. That bullshit line that everyone hears at one point, about how they need to work on themselves or how they need to find themselves (when, let’s face it, they really mean that they need to find themselves with someone else). It wasn’t long before it was clear that he was with someone else and of course, I was heartbroken.
Looking back, it wasn’t all bad and I’ve certainly been through worse since. But that heartbreak helped me return to writing – I discovered a cafe close to our school that I went to everyday, where I filled a journal up with nonsense (and some sense). I traveled, read, saw a lot of opera (hmmm, not sure all the operatic drama really helped, but at least it counts as “cultured”), made friends, and learned how to deal with a broken heart.
Most importantly, that heartbreak led me to my favorite of my Vienna stories – the first one that got away and the tale of the most romantic, non-romantic experience of my life (obviously not with the same guy)….but that is a story for next time. 😉
How about you? When was your first heartbreak?