They don't know about us

They don't know about us

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We had been together all through out middle school. I had convinced my self I was "in love", that is, until I realized I had began to actually fall in love with him. I had the courage to tell him I did which was a first for me, and it ended pretty well with him saying he loved me back. I didn't believe him to be honest I never did. But I did love him and in my naive little mind I was stupid enough to stay with him regardless if he loved me or not. We weren't good for each other I was cynical and got jealous easily. I got angry easily and was insecure. He, well he was perfect to me! He could do no wrong. One thing happened after another and we ended up breaking up the day before summer started. School started back and I was officially a Freshmeat. Yay....?
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Perfect. Peaceful. That's how I would describe my life. So moving to a different state to be with my boyfriend while I finish my degree makes sense. Only, until it doesn't. My life is going great. I'm settling into my new home, establishing a routine with my boyfriend. Until I meet him. He's my professor. He's a complete asshole. For a while, I can't stand him. But then something changes. Soon I find myself looking forward to his class. I find myself questioning am I really happy or am I just used to this routine? This reliability? I find myself thinking about him when I shouldn't. I start feeling alive. They says there's a calm before the storm, well... I call it chaos. Because no one could prepare me for what I would find.

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