Chapter 2
"I love you."
Only three little words. Eight tiny letters combined to make words, made into a sentence. One sentence that could change a persons life forever. That's how it all started. You see, I was friends with these two boys, and it turned out I liked both of them and they liked me. Well, they both ended up texting me at the same time asking me out. I said yes to the one that I thought I liked more. Turns out I only liked him because at the time I thought he was cool. We dated for about six months and during that time I was still talking to the other boy too. No I wasn't being a slut it was strictly a friend basis. But then it started heating up. After a few months I found myself depressed all the time because my boyfriend was emo, and always depressed. The only time I was happy was when I was alone and talking to my "friend" that I was starting to fall in love with. I thought that he loved me so I did anything and everything he wanted me to. I would come home late to walk with him home from school, I would walk with him in the pouring rain, I would sneak over to his house whenever his parents left, all just to see him. Eventually, he begged enough that finally I kissed him... The only problem was that I was still dating someone. After a few weeks passed by, I knew that I wasn't happy with my boyfriend anymore and that I needed to be with the one that made me happy. So he convinced me to break up with my boyfriend for him. Once I did I of course dated the one person I wanted to be with. But there's a secret here... While all of this was gong on I was also talking to my new loves friend. My 'love' gave me his friends number saying that we needed to become friends. At first I hated the kid, wanted to kill him. But, eventually I started to like him, but he knew I wanted to be with his best friend so he never interfered except for the fact that he always.told me that he loved me. After I dated my new 'love' for a month he decided to dump me. All the while, I started hanging out with his friend, because my own boyfriend wouldn't come and see me. The very day that my boyfriend broke up with me I did something bad. I went to his friends house and we made out. For many hours and I let him do it. I felt worse than anything because I truly loved my boyfriend and I thought he loved me. Then, as soon as I left the friends house my boyfriend dumped me. It was all very devistating to me. Of course I went out with his friend that I had began to like. After a few weeks I broke it off because I missed my ex and he was ready to take me back. Only a mere 6 days later and he hurt me again, snapping my heart in half. Who else was there to fix everything for me ,but the boy I had just dumped for my ex. And that Is how I am where I am today. It has been months and no sign of my ex, even if he did come back I wouldn't even think twice about it. I had learned from my mistakes. Right?
