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We dated for three months. But that was when I began to get frustrated. He lived so far away, and I was doubting if I’d ever see him in person. I’d had enough.

When nobody was home that day after school, I called him. We screamed and we cried and we apologized…. Then we broke up. I was destroyed. I couldn’t do it anymore. He hated how jealous I was…. But I mean, I was justified. He lived so far away, he had girls all over him constantly… It was hard for me. I couldn’t do it much longer.

That night, while I was half asleep, he called. I was stupid enough to answer. He was sobbing. I could barely make out what he was saying… But I do remember that he was on his way to the hospital. That idiot did a lot of x. And he was over dosing, calling me, slurring his words, and telling me for the first time ever that he loved me more than anything. I cried myself asleep, while still listening to him walking his way there. He was so stupid… He didn’t even call 911. But he called me.

As far as I know, he made it out fine. He sent me a very long message that morning…. I don’t remember what it said. But I do remember that he was apologizing for being so stupid… He even apologized for saying that he loved me. He said that he wanted to wait until he saw me in person to say it.

I don’t know. Maybe I was stupid enough to believe this fucker. Or maybe I was just young. Who knows. But I do know… That I did love him back. I just didn’t say it. That much I knew. I thought I was waiting for the right time to… Or maybe to get back together. Oh well.

Anyway, we didn’t talk for a while. I was scared, I had no clue what to do. Then, the next school year… We began to talk again. And I confessed my love. And we decided to wait until he went to college where I was planning on moving until we would get back together. It was a hard decision… But I thought we would wait for each other. I believed him.

Yeah… I’ll save the rest of the details for next time. It’s hard to collect my thoughts about someone who impacted me that much…

Aaron happens to be the love of my life.

On my thirteenth birthday, I received a laptop. On that day, I made an account on myYearbook. On that day, I met someone.

His name was Trip on the site, and he was very attractive. He lived in Utah. I sent him a message, engaging him in a conversation. He was two years my senior, so I was nervous about talking to him. Surprisingly enough, he held up a conversation with me. I agreed to text him after 5 straight hours of IMing each other.

After a great conversation lasting all night, I texted him the moment I woke up. His response? “uh, do I know you?” It turns out, he was rolling so bad that he had no recollection of me. After trying to explain who I was, I gave up. I stopped texting him. Two weeks later, I received a text from him, explaining how sorry he was. He said he wanted to get to know me again, and he swore he’d never touch drugs again. I believed him.

After three months of texts and late night phone calls, I began to develop feelings for this boy. Because he had been expelled 5 months prior for drug possession, he had his GED and was able to text me whenever I wanted to talk. My phone instantly became attached to my hand. After about the third month, my newly-PMSing self got into a small argument with him. Of what it was about, I have no idea. I believe it was the first time that he had a girlfriend that I knew about, who he just began dating.

Three weeks later, he called me. He apologized for a long time, reciting a speech that I swear he wrote down. I forgave him instantly. It turns out that his girlfriend and he just broke up (I believe.). Either way, we began talking again like nothing happened. This continued for two months. Then, something spectacular happened.

He told me how much he liked me. How beautiful I was. How funny, smart, sarcastic, and caring. He said he loved all of that in me. And he called just after I had finished reading those texts, asking if I would be his girlfriend. Of course, I said yes. How could I not? This now man who gave up drugs for me, who texted me during every waking moment, who was there for me when my step mother and I got into fist-fights. He was there, and I liked him.

Anyways, it’s getting late, and I have homework to catch up on. I don’t want to continue for now. So, goodnight.