There was a girl I fell in love with when I was 12. At around 14, I confessed to her. She said if I had told her sooner there would have been a chance for us in the past; but she didn't want to date now because I lived much further away from her (in another city) and it wasn't feasible anymore. We continued talking for a month or two. Eventually, she text me telling me she was going to commit suicide. We talked back and fourth for about 2 hours, and she said she had swallowed a whole bottle of pills. I ended up calling 911 to try and get someone to help her, but I didn't know her address. The operator couldn't do anything without an address.
A few minutes later, she text me "I love you". I tried getting ahold of her and couldn't. I ended up calling one of our mutual friends and she said the girl was taken to the hospital; her brother had found her. She ended up okay. 2 weeks later I text her again, asked her how she was doing and how things were going. We shared maybe 3 texts, then I never talked to her again. Eventually I lost the phone, and her number. I never asked her what she meant when she sent me that text before she was taken to this hospital. At the time I had just figured she was delirious or something, in so much of a messed up mental state that it was the only thing she could think of. Maybe she just wanted to comfort me with her 'dying' words (I'm sure she thought she was dying, even if she ended up living.)
A year or so later, I lost my ability to really feel emotion. She's the only person I've ever loved like that. My biggest regret in life was not asking her if she was serious when she had sent that text. I've never told anyone that.
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A few minutes later, she text me "I love you". I tried getting ahold of her and couldn't. I ended up calling one of our mutual friends and she said the girl was taken to the hospital; her brother had found her. She ended up okay. 2 weeks later I text her again, asked her how she was doing and how things were going. We shared maybe 3 texts, then I never talked to her again. Eventually I lost the phone, and her number. I never asked her what she meant when she sent me that text before she was taken to this hospital. At the time I had just figured she was delirious or something, in so much of a messed up mental state that it was the only thing she could think of. Maybe she just wanted to comfort me with her 'dying' words (I'm sure she thought she was dying, even if she ended up living.)
A year or so later, I lost my ability to really feel emotion. She's the only person I've ever loved like that. My biggest regret in life was not asking her if she was serious when she had sent that text. I've never told anyone that.
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