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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.