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writes:Hi everyone. This is my second article. I just felt the need to tell the story of some occurrences that took place a year ago from today, where me, my family and my beloved girlfriend took a trip together across the atlantic ocean to Cuba.To start with, my relationship with my first girlfriend was long distance. 240 miles separated us. We randomly met over the internet and from there, fell in love with eachother over MSN. We met for the first time in July 2005, and from there met up on 13 different occasions over the 2 years we were together. The story I am telling you about now regards the 12th occasion; the last time she came down to my end of the country.For my 18th birthday (October 2006), my parents left me with a decision. For my birthday milestone, I could have one of three things; A car, £1000, or I could go on holiday with the girl I loved. Knowing just how much she would have loved that, I took very little time to choose what I wanted; I wanted the option that would make her most happy. So, after some disagreements with her parents, which meant that instead of it being just the two of us, it was arranged for the both of us and my family to go to Cuba.365 days ago, was the day that my girlfriend travelled down from her hometown, where the next morning we would fly to the Caribbean. I remember that evening being a disaster up until she arrived. My parents were grouchy, trying to sort out last minute packing. Then to make matters worse, we had a power cut! We had to light candles to give the place some light, and the power was out for atleast an hour. Whenever she arrived, everything seemed better. My parents stopped arguing, and I was with the girl I loved, knowing that the next day we would spend the first of many happy holidays abroad together.Cuba was spectacular. We went to the beach almost everyday. The weather wasn't great to begin with; we had rain for the first few days or so, but I'll never forget how at the airport before we left England, it was snowing. Me and her had our own room. It was the first time we had so much privacy and... lets just say we took that to our advantage (don't blame us, due to distance we could only see eachother once every 7 weeks, or more). But we weren't up in our room the whole time, as we spent most of the days snorkeling, sunbathing, and in my case; playing Water Polo in the hotel pool everyday at 4pm. Great stuff! One night while we were away, we had had quite a bit to drink, and she was acting a little silly. We took a moonlit walk on the beach, which now, as a single guy, is the sort of thing I can only dream about now... Then she turned to me and said "I know what we both want to do now", and with that, we made our way into the bushes.I will admit, not everything was perfect, and sadly, I did ruin the last night for her. She decided we should go to the beach disco, even though I hate dancing. I agreed despite this. When we got there we ran into another englishman whom we danced with (or atleast, I tried to). Then though the night, despite my efforts, my girlfriend would turn to me and say "God, you really can't dance, can you?". Instead of taking this in good humor, I sulked a bit. Dancing was a sensitive issue for me. It used to make me very uncomfortable. I guess it showed, but her making fun of me for it didn't exactly make me feel any better. While I got a drink from the bar, I saw her dancing away with the other Englishman, and felt a bit jealous. What was wrong with me? It was my last night in a tropical paradise and I was in a stupid disco, sulking. I just wanted to go to bed, knowing we had a long journey the next day. Finally I dragged her away, much later than she promised. She was laughing about with my sister all the way back to the room. When we got there, I simply threw myself onto the bed and didn't speak. She came over, giggling, and tried to ask me what was wrong. I just told her I didn't enjoy the disco, and then I probably said too much. I started saying about how I didn't like what she was saying to me, and maybe how she should be with somebody who knew how to dance, like the english guy. I then tried to cool things down, saying how the night wasn't so bad, but I think I had done some damage. She told me I had ruined the night for her, and I have always regretted that since that night. Even if we were both a bit cross, we still ended the night on okay terms.Sometimes I think that this is where things started to wind down between us, and I feel responsible for it. I still find that I'm putting the blame on myself.On the whole, Cuba was so relaxing. On the flight home, I couldn't believe what a great time we'd had together. We snuggled up under our blanket and remained there for the full 9 hour flight home. She left for home the next day. So, we'd shared a wonderful holiday together. It promised that this would not be the last holiday we would share, and this made me so happy. I knew that Cuba had made her happy, and I looked forward to the next time I could do so... 3 months later, I found myself single again.So, there you have it. Me and her met one last time in her town after our holiday (about 7 weeks after), and that would be the last week we spent together before she called me up a few weeks after that and told me she wanted to end things between us, before she went to university. Cuba was probably the last happy time we spent while in a relationship together, and knowing that that special time was now one year ago, it makes me very sad that my time with her has finished. It's even worse knowing that we finished so soon after a holiday which seemed to promise so much.Tomorrow, it will be a year since we flew off on our holiday. In 4 days time it will be 9 months since she called things off. Despite how much time it's been, reflecting on how happy I was just one year ago brings me close to tears still. Over the past couple of months, I've started to accept that things would never have lasted when she went to university, and I try to tell myself that at times like these, but it's difficult.Still, it's Easter bank holiday, later I'm going out for dinner with the same family, who gave me that time with the girl I loved; my family. Atleast I still have them, and for that I'm grateful. I only wish I could bear to look at the photographs of her and me together on that glorious beach. In due time. But for now I'll just have to wait until I find somebody else to love and make new memories with. I can only hope they will be as fond as the memories of my ex.Thanks for reading. Any feedback is appreciated as usual.-Andy00
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reader, Andy00 +, writes (23 April 2009):
Andy00 is verified as being by the original poster of the question Wow... I don't know if either of you are still around, but you were right. This year it didn't even cross my mind that it has been over 2 years since that holiday. It has only just occurred to me while I re-read this article. I guess this is further proof that while memories hurt, they obviously aren't always on my mind like I thought. This is a very happy surprise!
I know it's been a long time, but thanks very much for your advice. I really felt like I was in hell little over a year ago. While single life still drives me crazy, I'm so much better than I was, and it's through people like you that helped me get where I am today. I'm very grateful to you.
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reader, Poppyfields  +, writes (24 March 2008):
Some day you are going to meet another girl who will take your heart just like this one, maybe even more so. Trust me although it hurts now, one day it will happen.
And that girl will be extremely lucky. You sound like a lovely person, a guy girls will die for. I'm not just saying this.
I hope your pain doesn't last much longer but if it's any consolation please know that it will pass.
Oh and don't worry about getting upset because your girlfriend said you couldn't dance. Anyone would get a bit miffed in that situation.
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reader, Andy00 +, writes (22 March 2008):
Andy00 is verified as being by the original poster of the questionOh man! More coincidences: When I woke up this morning and it was snowing! TYPICAL!! It never snows here, and yet, one year to the day, I wake up to a snow shower. Unbelievable.
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reader, Andy00 +, writes (22 March 2008):
Andy00 is verified as being by the original poster of the questionThank-you.
I guess sometimes things simply aren't meant to be. Unfortunately, that won't be much comfort when I go to my empty bed tonight. Atleast I've gotten used to that.
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reader, anonymous, writes (21 March 2008): It's when I read things like that, that I don't understand why these things happen.. I'm sorry to hear how much you must miss her, although its great to see you're making an effort to move on in your mind. I wish you all the best honey, good luck.
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