I had been dating my boyfriend for close to two years now and things were going great, until one day he told me that his friends wanted to take him out for a night of partying.
I was immediately overwhelmed by a sense of dread. I had never been comfortable with his friends and I knew that if he went out with them, he’d end up in some kind of trouble. I begged him not to go, but he just laughed it off and said that he was going out with them.
I was so angry and scared that I forbade him from going, telling him that if he did, I would break up with him. I thought that would be the end of it, but the next day he was still planning to go out with them. I had to do something, so I took away his car keys and told him that he couldn’t leave the house.
He was furious and yelled at me, telling me that I was being ridiculous and controlling. I was hurt and scared, but I held my ground and told him that I wasn’t going to let him go. I was sure I was doing the right thing, but before I knew it, he had slammed the door and stormed out of the house.
I was so worried, I called his friends to see if he had gone out with them, but they said that he hadn’t turned up. I was frantic and my heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to think of where he could have gone. I searched everywhere for him and eventually, I almost went to the police.
After hours of searching, I eventually found him at a friend’s house. He was safe, but he refused to talk to me when I got there. He was so angry at me for forbidding him from going out with his friends that he wouldn’t even look at me.
I begged him to talk to me, but he just said that I had ruined his life and that he never wanted to speak to me again.
He got in his car and drove away, leaving me standing in the street, sobbing.
I never heard from him again. I called his friends and family, but no one knew where he was. I was so worried and scared that something had happened to him, but I had no way of finding out.
I felt guilty and helpless and I blamed myself for his disappearance. I had tried to protect him, but instead, I had driven him away. I had no idea where he was or if he was even alive.
It’s been almost two years since he disappeared and I still feel the same guilt and worry. I hope that one day he’ll come back, but I know that it’s unlikely. He was my first love and I’ll never forget him, but it’s too late now. He’s gone and all I can do is hope that he’s safe and happy wherever he is.