The first time we met you smiled at me, but you didn’t say much, you were shy but still, I liked you from the start. After a few days you found me on facebook and send me a message. You were so funny, I could laugh about you all day. Everything you said made me smile. I felt special for the first time in my life and I was ready to fall in love with you. We talked for hours and hours, not a day went by without talking and sharing things. Everything you said sounded so honest and real, like you meant every single word. The first time we hang out was a blast, I showed you our town, because you just lived there for a few weeks. It was late, so you stayed over, what was totally unplanned. But it felt good, we shared our first kiss. It was the way you hold me, the way you touched me, every time you looked at me, it all felt so incredibly good. We started to see each other frequently and every single time felt like that first time. We had fun, laughed, teased, kissed, touched.. I felt safe and I trusted you in a way I never trusted anybody. Although I had a lot of bad experience with boys, a broken heart, I was ready to give you my all. I was ready to expose my feelings to you and share every single thing I had to give. The first few months were the happiest months of my life. Even when we were miles and miles apart because I was on a trip, you told me the sweetest things and I was sure I fell in love with you. I loved you. But soon things changed, you changed. You weren’t the same because you had to deal with things. You reacted with short and rude answers, or you didn’t answered at all. When I told you I loved you, you didn’t say it back to me. I felt horrible, didn’t know what to do. I blamed myself, every single time, it was all my fault. We yelled, we screamed, we argued, we fought. I cried, cried, cried, cried my eyes out. You broke my heart, even though we’re still together. We still are together. I cry every single day, too scared to lose you, still don’t know what to do. But I know we are together for a reason and we can solve this. I still love you. People tell me I’m stupid for still believing in us, but you’re the only real thing I have. I know I react emotional all the time and blame you for all the problems, but that’s because I feel insecure. All I see is you doing the same things those boys did to me, but in reality you’re not, you’re still fighting for us. We got this babe, we got this.