This was one of the lower points in our relationship. We talked but not half as much. We never really dated but I know now that what I felt, felt the same as a break-up. One day she had told me she cut herself (btw we're both cutters). I of course sprung into caring boyfriend mode though I wasn't. To my surprise she accepted every bit of it. We started talking like we were before and in no time we were saying things like I love you again. Of course at first I was afraid to go into it but my fears submerged in her eyes. She was my everything. This went on for about another month. Then I got another message I will never forget. "Hey babe, we need to talk." That text without any background knowledge told me two things. One was that she was scared and the other was that it was about us. She told me her mom found out about the support group and her cutting and a bunch of other stuff. She had to get rid of her messaging application but I had her phone number, for a while. Slowly I was losing the love I had always dreamed of...again. Her phone lasted for a week and then she couldn't risk that so we talked via email. Again that didn't last long and she was gone with one final note. "I will always love you. Stay strong." And that was almost the last conversation I had with N.W.
