A Hard Lesson In Love

by: Lee A. Zito That Saturday morning he called me from the bus station. I thought this moment would never come, but today I would finally be meeting what I thought was my true love. A little over three years ago I had first talked to him over the Internet. We were totally different people. He was twenty-three, I was fourteen, but that didn't matter. We shared the same thoughts, the same views, the same …

…part of him a good part of him, a hopeful part. Which in turn killed a part of me, an ugly part, a shameful, selfish part. He has made me a better person, and he has changed me permanently. My only regret of that day is all the pain I have caused him. I still love him as a friend and I will never forget about him. He is always with me in my heart.