It was the night before Valentine’s Day, freshman year of college and I lay in my dorm room watching the clock. With every breath I took, my heart sank deeper. He should be back by now, 10:34 PM…11:27PM...2:05AM. Then around 3:30 AM, Fred busted in the room, laughing to himself. He hopped into bed next to me. “Baby, you have no idea, this night was crazyyyyy!” His breath reeked of beer so I turned my back to him. “I wish you had been back by now,” I said disappointed, “I thought we were going to spend Valentine’s night together.” I held my breath, waiting for him to say something. I counted my pictures of my friends and family I had hung on the wall. “You always do this,” he slurred, his tone becoming more serious. “I can never have a good time with you, you ruined my night, you always do!” By now he was screaming.

I just missed you. Please don’t get mad, forget what I just said, please don’t get mad.

“You hung out with the guys last night, I thought this night would be reserved for me,” I pleaded with him as he sat on the edge of the bed putting his dirty running shoes, his “drinking shoes” back on. He then got up, and grabbed the red bin he stored under my twin bed. It was full of various things of his, shirts, shorts, love notes I wrote to him. As he opened the door to leave, he also grabbed an envelope off of my dresser. It was full of cut up slips of paper I made him for Valentine’s Day. Each slip contained a reason why I loved him. I spent an hour making it for him: cutting out each slip, typing up the reasons, and even colored an elephant out of hearts which I taped to the front.

Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.

Tears started falling down my face. I followed him out to the hallway where he stood waiting by the elevator. “You’re such an idiot; I can never have a good time,” he slurred again. “I’m sorry!” I pleaded, trying to embrace him, but he kept pushing me away like I was some sort of beggar, pleading for his riches. “That’s why your ex before me left you and that’s why you dad is never around. You can’t have fun and you’re annoying.” He snatched the Valentine’s Day envelope off of the top of his bin. He grabbed a handful of the slips, ripped them to pieces and threw some in my face saving the rest for the top of my head.

.........But I am still in love with him

pardon me...i just dont get it.

No be by force to write story ni

argon500: It was the night before Valentine’s Day, freshman year of college and I lay in my dorm room watching the clock. With every breath I took, my heart sank deeper. He should be back by now, 10:34 PM…11:27PM...2:05AM. Then around 3:30 AM, Fred busted in the room, laughing to himself. He hopped into bed next to me. “Baby, you have no idea, this night was crazyyyyy!” His breath reeked of beer so I turned my back to him. “I wish you had been back by now,” I said disappointed, “I thought we were going to spend Valentine’s night together.” I held my breath, waiting for him to say something. I counted my pictures of my friends and family I had hung on the wall. “You always do this,” he slurred, his tone becoming more serious. “I can never have a good time with you, you ruined my night, you always do!” By now he was screaming.

I just missed you. Please don’t get mad, forget what I just said, please don’t get mad.

“You hung out with the guys last night, I thought this night would be reserved for me,” I pleaded with him as he sat on the edge of the bed putting his dirty running shoes, his “drinking shoes” back on. He then got up, and grabbed the red bin he stored under my twin bed. It was full of various things of his, shirts, shorts, love notes I wrote to him. As he opened the door to leave, he also grabbed an envelope off of my dresser. It was full of cut up slips of paper I made him for Valentine’s Day. Each slip contained a reason why I loved him. I spent an hour making it for him: cutting out each slip, typing up the reasons, and even colored an elephant out of hearts which I taped to the front.

Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.

Tears started falling down my face. I followed him out to the hallway where he stood waiting by the elevator. “You’re such an idiot; I can never have a good time,” he slurred again. “I’m sorry!” I pleaded, trying to embrace him, but he kept pushing me away like I was some sort of beggar, pleading for his riches. “That’s why your ex before me left you and that’s why you dad is never around. You can’t have fun and you’re annoying.” He snatched the Valentine’s Day envelope off of the top of his bin. He grabbed a handful of the slips, ripped them to pieces and threw some in my face saving the rest for the top of my head.

.........But I am still in love with him

Love my foot..
U no sabi run 4 ur precious lyf?

I feel for you (why dont you have fun?)

His jazz is strong.

But seriously, u need to respect yourself, u need to believe in yourself, u need to see yourself as an important person who deserves more.
U need to see yourself as a beautiful, attractive,cute and loving girl and u can get any guy u want.

U don't need to keep living this life.

ayaaah dnt worry everyfin will be alright ok?

ahnie:
pardon me...i just dont get it.

Of course you wouldn't.