FIRST STORY(part one):Â words hurt too
THIS STORY WAS SEND TO ME A FEW DAYS AGO. writer wants to keep it anon so names are changed. It is a bit long though so I'm posting it in parts.
It all started in college. I was 18. He was 18. His name is Daniel. My name is Sarah. We met in our history class. He was tall, fair skinned, hazel eyes and black hair. I thought he was good looking and we got along really well since we met. Now, now, it wasn’t the type of love where you feel sparks from the moment you meet, rather feelings grew as we started talking more. So our class was  three hours long because it was only one day a week. We sat next to each other and thats how we started talking. During the first weeks we got to know each other. During our 15 minute break we would just sit outside and talk to each other about school, and work. We could talk about anything. As time passed and we got to know each other I started developing feelings. Im the kind of person that doesn’t really show it and kind of waits for the other person to make the move so that’s what I did this time. Half of the semester passed by and we would pretty much text everyday and he would call me on the phone sometimes too. One time after class he invited me out to eat dinner. This was the first time we were going to hang out outside of school. And since I had feelings for him I was kind of nervous. The time came and after class we walked to his car. Wen went to a local burger place and he bought me my dinner. We talked for a while and I had a lot of fun. He was such a gentlemen the whole time and it was nice seeing him in a different setting. After eating we were going to go someplace else but I had to go home because it was getting late and I had school early the next day. We left the place and he drove me home. He got out of the car and walked me to my place. We sat for a few minutes on a small bench and talked for a bit. When he was about to leave he hugged me and he stole a kiss from me. He caught me by surprise and I just stayed quiet. He said sorry but I said it was okay and then he kissed me again. This time he gave me a real kiss. We said good night to each other and he left. We kept hanging out after class after that day. About a week later he asked me to be his girlfriend and I accepted. I was ecstatic. I really liked this guy. He seemed to be a great guy. Th kind that compliments you everyday and opens the door for you all the time. He was amazing. The first few months of our relationship were great. We hung out everyday. He took me home and took good care of me. He bought me things like cards, jewelry, stuffed animals etc. He was such a romantic and always tried to give me everything. I liked the gifts and all that but I honestly just liked his company. He always made me feel loved and important.  He met my parents around four months after  we started dating and I met his about month later after he met mine. I like his parents and they seemed to like me. My parents liked him too. He was a gentleman so I knew they were going to like him. Around the sixth or seventh month of our relationship things started changing. One time during my break in class I was hanging out with two friends, a boy and a girl. That day Daniel was going to arrive during the second part of class because he had other business to attend. He arrived during break and when he saw me talking to my guy friend he called me and since I hadn’t seen him arrive I went up to him and when I was about to hug him he rejected my hug. I asked what was wrong and he said nothing but clearly I could see something was bothering him. He asked what was I doing talking to them. All I said was that we were talking about our other classes and just random things. He seemed mad but since our break was almost over I ignored it. When class ended he took me home like usual. When we were outside still in the car he asked me why I was talking to Oscar. I said was talking to both of my friends like I said before. He then proceeded to tell me he didn’t like me talking to him. I thought he was joking and I just laughed it up. He wasn’t joking. He got mad at me and I didn’t want to argue so I just got out of the car. He always walked me to the door and this time he didn’t. I even asked him if he was going to walk me and he simply said he was tired and wanted to go home. I just said okay and goodnight and walked away.I should have known or seen this as some sort of red flag but I simply though maybe he had a bad day at work or something.
