I just found my speech that I did for my Public Speaking class. I wrote the speech on Suicide Prevention Awareness, and I also talked about Andrew and his story. At the time I wrote it without him knowing about it. I didn’t ask him if I could use his story and read it aloud to people. I felt horrible hiding this from him. But a couple months afterwards I confessed to the speech. Surprisingly, he was okay with this. He even laughed at me a bit.
I remember the day the speech was due perfectly. Jessica picked me up in the morning, and we drove to school. On the ride there I read aloud my speech to her, and it made her tear up a bit. She even agreed to sit in with everyone else and listen to me present my speech. Not only did I bawl my eyes out in front of a large group of people during the middle of the speech, but I managed to make some people in my class cry.
Andrew means the world to me. I remember senior year in high school always running up to him and hugging him as hard as I could. I would hug him every single day. We would vent to each other via IM or text. I would tell him about my family, boyfriend, and life problems. And he would open up to me as well. He knew everything about me.
It’s odd that we are now dating, but it makes sense. As much as we argue, and fight, we always try to work things through. I get so frustrated some times. Actually, every single day. But I am not giving up. I don’t like giving up on people that I love. Even with past relationships, I don’t just give in and roll over, I make sure I at least go down swinging.
I want to know that I at least tried.
