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      The love of my life, The death of my heart


You hear of people falling in and out of love. Feeling heart aches and giving them to others. They say love is one of the most amazing things you can feel. Love is something you cannot live your life without, which is why I can honestly say I'm lost and hurt without my true love. It all started one sunny afternoon during school hours. My friend and I were working in art class while quietly discussing things we would be doing over the weekend. Eventually we broke into a conversation about the Internet and how many friends we had over the Internet. At the time it sounded like a great idea to get e-mail addresses from her. I now realize that it was the biggest mistake I could have ever made. 


At the time I was lost and lonely because I didn't share very many interests with anyone which made me unlikely to gain very many friends. This one boy I added seemed so sweet and so I spent most of my time trying to get to know him better. As our friendship progressed I finally realized I was in love with him. I was so scared that it would ruin our friendship that I tried to avoid him. Then one day I came on MSN to one of the sweetest e-mails I had ever received. What could I do other then reply? 


We met for the first time later on that week and the only thing I could think of when I saw him was how shy I was. Everything I wanted to say to him was lost somewhere in the back of my mind. When he finally met up with me half way to where we were supposed to meet by the high school I was sure my heart skipped a few beats or more. We had the toughest time starting a conversation but once we did it was like we couldn't stop. We went to one of his favorite spots by the water but I couldn't even enjoy it because all I wanted to do was kiss him and tell him that I loved him. Eventually I showed him a picture of my family that I had brought with me. When he said I looked like my mom I jumped on top of him as if he were some meal and I was starving. We laughed at how silly we looked but I had the most strongest urge to just kiss him right then and there. Over the next couple of days we saw each other a lot more often. 


When he finally asked me out it felt like I was in heaven on earth. Of course I said yes to him! I told him over and over how much I loved him. And so I thought this was my fairytale. After all he did make me happy and saved me from myself right? Sadly I've learned there is no such thing as a happy ending. Throughout the next couple of months we had our problems here and there but always fixed them. When someone told me he was with someone else I couldn't believe it at all. I starved myself and didn't talk to him for days. When we finally talked again I looked terrible and felt the exact same way. He tried to tell me everything was alright but I knew this was only the beginning. 


After a while people started talking bad about us and someone said I wanted to leave him. Eventually he took all of this to heart and sunk into depression leaving me useless for I was heading down the same lane. I'm sad to say that we broke-up after this, he wanted to work things out but I just couldn't deal with the fact that I had caused all of this. If he hadn't met me then he'd be as happy as he was before. He doesn't know any of that though because I couldn't bear to make this any harder on him then I already had. I still love him and I always will because although our time had some rough spots, I will always love the one who taught me how to live anew.   


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