A few months into school, Ezra was waiting for me outside after school. He took my hand into his. I thought maybe he was going to ask me to go steady with him, or maybe I was hoping he would at least.
Ezra looked at me as he said, “Tara, I like you a lot, but I can no longer walk you home.”
A girl by the name of Edith walked over and wrapped her arms around Ezra. I wanted to punch them both out and take my anger out on them. However, the words of my Uncle came into my head. I simply smiled at them both and told them they would make a lovely couple. Ezra and Edith were married down the road and lived happily ever after, unlike me.
I cried as I walked home that day, I cried that night and into that weekend. My heart had been broken for the first time. My Uncle even gave me some comfort wh
