"Ben" there, done that

I came across a picture of Ben a little while ago. It's amazing the emotions and memories that come with just the sight of a person's face, especially if it was someone you were smitten with. Ben Billings...I could've sworn it was just yesterday when he first made me laugh, the little private jokes we shared, and even the first tinges of jealousy I felt when he and my sister started getting to know each other. I was only 17 then, and he 25. It wouldn't have been a healthy relationship anyway...or legal, for that matter.

It all felt so nice and good, getting to know each other and chatting when I should've been doing my Geometry homework or studying for Chemistry. But we had some serious Chemistry as well, or so I thought. He turned me on in a way I can't describe, but to this day, I'm remain bitter about what happened. A few years later, my sister brought him up in an innocuous conversation, and I sneered and scowled as my face mirrored my anger at what he'd done to me, how he lied to me about his age and how he led me on. He hurt me. I promised myself I wouldn't let another Ben happen to me.

Still...I liked him alot. I won't lie to myself about that. And I was very much attracted to him. I'm just glad how I found out in time that he wasn't worth it. They usually never are.

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