I belive love is colorblind

Ashley - loris, South Carolina
Entered on November 8, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
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I am very young, but my heart has solidly attached itself to another. While I was younger I dated curiously like any other girl to explore and find out about love. I never really cared for any of my boyfriends until I met one that changed the way I looked at life itself. He attended my school and I constantly chatted with him online. He became my best friend in only a matter of months, and I shared my life with him. He learned all of my darkest secrets and deepest pains. Being that I was only about fourteen I was open to love and learning. It was only a matter of time until we started dating, but I grew to not be good enough. He criticized the way I dressed and my choices on not wearing makeup. I tried so hard to change myself to make him happy. We started fighting a lot more and his temper was horrible. It was not long before he broke up with me, and his reason was “I just don’t love you anymore.” After that I tried so hard to talk to him, just to find an answer, but he ignored me. It felt like my entire world had been shut down and all I could do was cry. I was sent into a state of depression for about a year and a half. I tried dating other boys but none could fill the gap he had left. It was not until I met the one man that changed everything. I was never raised racist but never taught to date outside my race. Experimenting with it was new territory for me. I started talking to this guy who made me question who I was. He wanted to be my friend, but he learned quickly I am not the dating type. I put this boy through pure hell. I tried so hard to make him hate me; it was my way of seeing how far I could push him until he left. No matter what I did, or what I said, all he could do is tell me that he loves me. He has risked his life for me, almost gone to jail on many occasions, and he made me believe in myself. In time he has made me fell beautiful and that I am important. At my high school the average African American male is a loud, rude, “gangster” looking to get some. This man though, is one of the most intelligent guys I have ever met. If I had never looked past the boundaries of race and color I would not be complete. Love is color blind, because without the boundaries of color anything is possible.