Let me tell you a fucking story. You know how in books and movies, love is this amazing, powerful, and exciting experience? How everything just fucking works out and love conquers all and you're always rooting for the main characters to just be together forever already? Well that's how this story starts. It starts with a boy and a girl who met in high school through the weirdest of circumstances and became best friends. They spent every fucking day together because they just couldn't get enough of each other's company and as they got closer, they fell in love. With a lot of hesitation on the boy's side and a lot of endurance and fucking painful ass crying on the girl's side, they finally made it work and after six months of a beautifully platonic relationship the boy kissed the girl. Now this wasn't just any fucking kiss okay. This was the a fucking nuclear explosion of a fucking kiss. This was a rock your world, lose your breath, can't stop fucking giggling kind of kiss. The kind that makes you feel like you're being tickled and thrown off a fucking roof at the same time. From that point on, the rest of the relationship came on slowly, but smoothly. Everything happened just as its supposed to happen. Stealing kisses between classes, finding every spare minute to be with each other, taking on each other's mannerisms, you name it, they did it. Then one day, the boy and the girl were stealing another moment together before his class. The girl kissed him and just before she could pull away, so fucking quietly that she barely heard him, the boy said he loved her. Then the motherfucker pranced off to calculus and left her teary eyed in the hallway with a face splitting grin on her face like Jesus himself had come down to bless her ass. Seven months later they're at her house alone. By this point they'd said I love you a million times, they'd memorized each other like their favorite books or songs and they swore up and down that they'd be together forever but today was the day. They slept together for the first time. And I'm not talking that innocent true love we slept together without having sex fuckery, I'm talking the dirty deed. They finally had sex after a fucking year of beating around the bush and it was fucking perfect. People always say the first time is never good and it's not like the movies, well, they're sorta right, but these two fucking fit like magic man. These two were fucking golden. The girl was so fucking happy. Happier than she'd ever been in her life. She came from a bad family, a bad background, and she has some real fucking issues with herself and other people and faith and pretty much everything and then this little shit comes along and makes her smile. It was perfect. She was in love. She was happy. She was content. Then one night as they're just laying in bed this little fucker tells her that MONTHS ago, after a car accident that they'd been in together, while she was lying in the fucking emergency room, he was sucking face with his whore of an ex girlfriend. She cried. Missed work for a week. Ended up quitting her job out of sheer heat of the moment flash depression and started to go a little crazy. It took a while, but she forgave him. He seemed to be back to his normal self and they moved on. Things were good again. Two more years down the road and he moves 45 minutes away to attend some trade school. 45 minutes doesn't seem so bad right? Fucking wrong. The girl, try as she might, can't get his ass to call her. He starts seeing her less and less, stops calling her as much, falls into his own depression. Now this girl was no fucking wimp okay. She was his gotdamn ROCK. She was there for him, let him cry on her shoulder, held him up when he was down, believed in him, told him he could do it every step of the way and kept on giving even though he couldn't give back. She knew what it was like to feel lost and she pulled as hard as she could to get him out of that darkness. She did everything to help him to be okay and then he lied to her. A few weeks before he was due back home, after a year in his new residence, a friend of the girl's found him on a dating website talking about getting drinks and shit. For the first time in their whole entire fucking relationship this girl calls the man who fucking promised her forever and rips him a new one. She laid into him with every fucking doubt and anger she had and he crumbled beneath the weight of her fury and his guilt. He confessed to everything, admitting he was actively seeking out other women but hadn't gone on dates or done anything with anyone else and he didn't know why he was doing it in the first place. It took the girl even more time buy she forgave the fucker for that shit too. They moved on, but this time not everything was as happy as before. He became worse and worse, even when he moved back home he barely made time for her once a week and half the time it was only for a few hours so they could eat dinner, fuck, and then he'd leave. The girl was distraught and confused and hurt. She didn't know what to do, so she just dealt with it and tried to be okay. But eventually she couldn't take it... The girl broke up with him and he didn't put up a single fight about it. She knew she needed to be apart from him... but after two days of trying to be friends because she couldn't stand to say goodbye yet, she collapsed. She begged him to make it work. She begged him to be better. He said he would, they tried again, but again, things were off. A month before he decided to pick up and move 17 hours away, he broke up with her. She cried and told him she wouldn't fight him because he obviously had wanted that from the beginning. She told him not to see her. Her complied. A few weeks later she called him to give him his stuff back. He came over. They slept together again and for three days it felt like it did in the beginning but the girl knew better. And just as she predicted, he wanted nothing to do with her when she left. She tried. Fuck she tried so fucking hard to get over him and every fucking day was agony. She cried all the time. She couldn't be alone. She fought tooth and nail against the urge to just fucking die. After four months of him calling her whenever he was depressed because no one else understood him, four months of him talking about other gotdamn girls, four months of him playing games with her fucking emotions saying sweet shit then turning around and sleeping with some other fucking girl and telling her about it, the girl was finally feeling okay. She was finally feeling strong. Like she could move on.. He came back for winter break. The girl agreed to see him and in person she told him firmly that they could only be friends. Period. No questions asked. No nothing. She told him she did not want to be with him again and didn't want him to try and be close to her. That motherfucker cried. He begged for her to take him back. Told her how fucking stupid he was. Swore he'd change. Told her he didn't realize how badly he fucked up until he was almost home and everything just hit him. How much she gave to him. How much she gave up for him. How fucking ridiculously good she was to him. She still had her foot down and for a few days, it worked. But this fucking asshole kept fucking pushing and one day, the girl gave in. She started to feel these things for him agaun. Begged him to just do this for her and please give her space but he swore she was it. That she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. That he wanted to have children with. He swore that he knew for a fact that she was the one, and after days of pushing and pushing and prying past the barriers she put up against him, she gave in. She let herself love him again. She laid down ground rules this time and thought he'd keep them. She started to trust him again. Started to feel glad that she could be so forgiving and that she hadn't hated him all this time for all the horse shit he dragged her through. Then the motherfucker did it again. He left for school again, the one that was 17 hours away, and while he was away he called her. Yeah. This time it was over a gotdamn phone call. And he fucking told her that he needed to grieve and this was what was best and he needed to feel like her lost her for real before he could heal and then MAYBE they fucking MIGHT be together. This fucking bastard. The girl lost her fucking shit. She played it off. Acted link it was fine. Then for the next two weeks wanted to fucking kill him. All this time after every fucking thing she'd been through, after forgiving him for shit that she NEVER had to forgive him for and after going through shit that NO ONE should have to go through, she had enough. The first go around she wanted to hate him so badly just so it wouldn't hurt anymore and she couldn't. This time, she hated him and wanted desperately not to. She wanted so badly to be even more forgiving and to be able to move on and be his friend. To be able to be that good person he always said she was but she fucking snapped. Her anger and hurt and depression ate at her. She called a gotdamn suicide hotline just to keep going because she had no real fucking friends and she battled every day with what the fuck to say to him. She'd already bought a plane ticket to see him in the spring and she couldn't very well refund them. Some of that money wasn't coming back regardless. Eventually she called and he ignored her as expected and she left him one long message and for the first time since she'd met him she told him she fucking hated him. That she tried not to, but she did. He didn't call her back and now she's left wondering why the fuck she ever had to meet him. Why she's always the one who's left in the fucking dust, crying and feeling like she's the one to blame. Wondering why even though she didn't fuck up even once with him, he had to be such a colossal fucking prick and break her already broken heart. She'd had enough fucking heartbreak in her life. She didn't need him coming in and acting like a fucking white Knight only to slit her fucking throat when she tried to save his gotdamn life. And after it all, she has no one to turn to because he was the only fucking person she ever trusted and everyone else around her needs her to be the strong one. To this day she's still struggling not to end her fucking life all because this fucking guy couldn't stop being selfish for five gotdamn minutes. The End
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