that is true love

When you fall in love with someone for their personality and not how they look then that is true love. If they love u no matter how you act. You may say you don't love somebody but if you look into their eyes, you will fall in love with them all over again. People say love is a strong word, well until you find that one person it is but when you find the right one it is a simple word you say.

That is what I thought at first. But then I meet somebody who changed how I feel about that word. I can't stop thinking about him. He probably doesn't even notice me; he is so popular in school. I used to be made fun of, so I would cut myself but he had caught me trying to. He lifted me off the ground and held me in his arms. I knew what he was thinking... that I was some crazy girl who tries to cut her self. But then he finally says something, but I wasn't paying attention.

He says it again. "Why are you trying to cut yourself?" I don't answer because I didn't know what to say. But then it just came out of me, I told him why I was about to. But I didn't tell him all of the reason; I didn't bring him up at all. His eyes were staring at me waiting for me to answer. He had asked me another question, but I didn't want to answer. I wanted to leave and go cut myself.

" I have to go," I said. He grabbed my arm and wrote something on it. It was numbers; I was guessing it was his number. "What's this?" I said. "You really don't know?" I just shake my head, wondering why he had just written numbers on my arm. "It's my number, call me tonight we aren't finished with this conversation," he said. I just got the most popular guys number out of nowhere.

I was in love all over again. Wondering and wondering what I saw in him, what we would talk about. I had his number in my phone, off of my arm. I hated talking on the phone, but I wanted to talk to him. I guess I should call him; heck for all I know is he might need help with his homework.

I was raped when I was little, im just now 16 and still haven't gotten over it. I don't like people touching me; it worries me when they do. I don't like being alone with people, and I don't feel comfortable around boys when there isn't one of my friends around. Only two other people know that I was raped. They are my best friends, me being raped has something to do with me cutting myself.

It is 10 when I finally call him. He answers on the first ring. "It is bout time you called," he said. "I'm sorry I had things to do, why did you want me to call you?" I said. "I want to know why a girl like you is cutting herself," he said. "You don't know anything about me so how would you know what im like?" I said. "Ok you took it the wrong way, I meant by a shy girl like you shouldn't be cutting herself." He said. "Why do you care about me all of a sudden?" I said. I was thinking so hard; I was starting to hate him. "I'm nicer then you take me for, just because I don't talk to you doesn't mean I don't care." He said "Yea; well you don't know anything bout me and why I do the things I do, just stay away from me." I said and hung up.

That conversation made me in a bad mood, why the heck would he care about me. I was getting tired, but didn't want to go to sleep. The word love now sounded like a stupid word to me. How could I ever think that I was in love with somebody like that? My phone was ringing non-stop when I woke up for school. He had been calling all night, and he ended up having one of my friend's text me. I ignored all of it, and got ready for school.

When I got to school, I tried to avoid him. I had almost made it the whole day, but he caught me trying to cut myself again. He looked said. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked. "Nothing, why didn't you answer your phone?" he asked. "Because I didn't want to; now I got to go to class, bye." I said.

When I got home there were messages from him and a few of my friends. Most of them were from him. I looked at the ones from my friends first. All of my friends were wondering what was up with Adam and me. I didn't care what they thought. All of his said the same thing. "Stop cutting yourself! Meet me at the bakery at 6." That's all he said. I looked at the clock it was two hours til 6. I could start on my homework now.