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AUTHOR’S NOTE:  

**This story is 90% true. I have changed my own name. Although it’s obvious what my name is. I changed every character’s name except 2 of the 3 of the boys I loved. I can’t say which name I changed because of privacy reasons. I only changed one of their names because we are talking and maybe I do want to get back together and writing a story about our love story is not the best way to get back together. I hope someday I have the guts so share this with the guys I loved because they really have no clue how much I felt. I hope you guys enjoy this story though :) <3 **

Could this be a love story? Probably not. Love is a lot of things. Is it easy? Nope. What is love? That's the age old question. A question without any clear cut answer. I could tell you that we need it. Subconsciously we all want love. Someone to care about you and make you feel on top of the world.

For me... Love was what I needed at the time. The first time I ever felt love for a boy it was like a hurricane. He's the reason storms are named after people. The second time I fell in love, he gave me a reason not to trust anyone so quickly and plainly. The third time, it felt like I was forcing it at first. Then I fell. Harder and quicker than the first and second time. Maybe love is like that. You fall harder the next time and it leaves you broken.

Broken... It's all that's really left of me. I'm not a whole person. Barely even a trace. I'm the broken pieces of a person. Love sure takes a toll on you.

I can honestly say I won't stop loving each of them in my own way. Of course it will be different. You can't love the same twice.

These are the loves I will never forget

CHAPTER ONE:

I pick up the first shirt. I put it on my bed. It was an Aeropostale shirt, black with blue and light blue graphics. I chuckle to myself, no one wears Aeropostale anymore. I take off my pink dress and try it on. It falls to my upper thighs. I turn around and check my back. It barely covers my bottom. He always did like that. I smell the faint smell of this Old Spice. It reminded me of the summer. I guess I’m getting ahead of myself.

It was May 26. I woke up that day, depressed, stressed and certainly not well dressed. My phone started playing a stupid Taylor Swift song. Jesus Christ, I better change that soon. My best friend Jenna’s name flashed across the screen. I swipped the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear.

“ROBYN!”, she screamed causing me to temporarily lose control of my phone, “Are we walking to day?”  I glance out of my window and see the sun shining bright.

“I think it’s nice out. Sure, meet at the firehouse?” , I slid off my bed and made my way to my make-up mirror.

“Sounds good. Leave in like half an hour.” I murmur a confirmation and hang up. I rub some lotion on my face and begin my routine.

I shout to my mom that I’m leaving and she does the routine. She checks my clothes and asks a billion and one questions she’s already asked before.

“Are you done?”, I ask in a sassy tone.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” I roll my eyes and walk out the patio door.

As I’m walking I can feel the warm air against my face. I couldn’t wait for summer to come and school to be over. Suddenly, I hear a ping come from my phone.

Leigh

I roll my eyes. Leigh is my one of my best friends, but she’s really annoying. She was dating this guy named Christopher. They broke up finally, but he wasn’t leaving her alone. Frankly, I was sick of him and he didn’t deserve her.