Moments I cannot Forgot

When I was in year 12, my first significant ‘friend’ was going back to Indonesia for good, and I was devastated. The morning he flew home I catch a taxi to his place very early in the morning. We sat in front of his apartment building waiting for the time for him to go to the airport. It was still dawn and the sun had barely shone, and the air was cold. Quite a typical winter morning. I remember I had my black cord coat on, and tears were streaming down my face. I was clinging to him not wanting to let go afraid my heart will break to pieces. But of course the taxi came and he went away. And that was the last time I ever saw him.
I remember walking home feeling miserable, desperate for some assurance that everything will be all rite. The flat was still quiet when I get back, I went to my room and started to read comic books and sobbing at the same time. I think I was devastated to weeks, and I cried for weeks. I cried every morning fo the first week, and began writing corny stuff all over my journal hoping it will ease the pain.
The feeling that I had for him was merely puppy love, in fact I don’t think I ever know what real love is. But at the time the heartbreak was the greatest. Especially because I was a young fool, and inexperienced. Like always in the end I am thankful for the experience. My first taste of heartbreak.