To continue basically where “HISTORIES – Phoenix” left off, Christi was my first real girlfriend. We met at summer camp, where we both realized that we greatly enjoyed the same music (Foo Fighters, Weezer, Aerosmith and more). Side note, since then my music taste has generally remained the same, but with extensions into groups like Avenged Sevenfold and genres such as Pop. Weird that I like pop… huh. Back to Christi, the two of us spent most of the camp time together, were incredibly PDA (thank goodness I’m not like that anymore), and even told each other, “I love you.” How the hell was I supposed to know what love felt like at 14? Looking back, I know I didn’t mean it, but I never figured out if she meant it. I think she did, but that could be because of the way we broke up. After about a year (my longest relationship), I had returned from a three-week trip to Russia to find that she had texted me about how I had changed my Facebook profile picture to one of me with my arm around another girl, so obviously I had replaced her. She asked me if I wanted to continue to try to make the relationship work. I responded (via text) that she hadn’t been replaced, but if we needed to “try and make it work” then it wasn’t really worth trying. She never responded and subsequently blocked me on Facebook. That was the last time I ever made my profile picture of me with a girlfriend, put any relationship-y type things on Facebook, or texted someone incredibly important that should have instead been a call or a personal meeting. It was a terrible way to break up, and it took a while before I was able to move on. I haven’t spoken to her since that text, and every so often I feel like I should try to talk to her, but as the years go by it just seems less and less worth it.
I’ll See You,