I remember the first time I experienced heart break I was twelve year old. I wasn’t the one being hurt. My older sister was 16 at the time and she was dating a guy who would come over almost every day to see her. She seemed happy, when I would peek my head around the corner to see them, she always looked so happy. What I didn’t know at the time was the happiness that he brought her, he could also take away.
I remember one late weekend night when I was downstairs on the computer. I thought everyone was sleeping so when I decided to go upstairs and go to sleep but I made sure I was quiet. I crept up the stairs so I wouldn’t wake anyone but to my surprise someone was awake. I heard a voice coming from my sister’s room. It didn’t sound like my sister but I knew it was. I crept up a little closer to her door. She must have been on the phone because when she spoke nobody answered back. Her voice sounded tired and shaky. She must have been crying because the strength I usually heard in her voice was gone. I tried hard to listen because I wanted to understand what was so horrible that made the person I thought was the strongest in the world brake. As I got closer to my sisters door I could hear her getting up from her bed so as quickly and quietly as I made my way to her door, I made my way to my bed.
I remember nights when I couldn’t sleep and I’d lay in bed awake. I’d listen when I was supposed to be dreaming and I’d hear things that were supposed to be after the kids go to sleep conversation. Then when my parents would fall into slumber and I still lie awake that’s when I would hear my sister awake. Sometimes I’d catch parts of her conversation and sometimes I would just listen to her cry herself to sleep. I soon realized who was on the receiving end of the phone calls. The boy that would come see her every day. The one who made her look so happy. That’s who was now making her cry.
There were nights where I wanted so badly to get out of my bed and run into my sister’s room to find a way to soothe her breaking heart but I knew I couldn’t. Not only was that when I realized the pain heartbreak could put you through but I was realizing myself how badly it hurt to listen to my sister cry at night and not be able to do anything about it.
Before I had even began to think about boys in a romantic way I learn how badly the could hurt you. Not only did I listen to my sister in pain but I also felt the heart breaking pain of not being able to do something for her. My first experience with heart break my not have been my own but the pain was still their and now I’ve come to realize that heartbreak hurts the most when you watch it brake the ones you love the most.
