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|Please Don't. (standard:romance, 421 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: May 06 2007||Views/Reads: 2111/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It is about a mistaken a girl once made.|
Normally rainy days are not so painful. These were the words that ran through my head. That same afternoon that accidentally told him I can't do it anymore. Stupid me, I was the one who screwed everything up. It was just the spur of the moment, it really didn't mean anything. I still love him. Like a love-stricken girl, I stood by my phone hoping it would ring and when it did ring, I was hoping it was him. I have already left him so many messages, but he has not picked up or called yet. Tears were already falling out of my eyes. Ring Ring. The phone is ringing and it is him. Oh god, I am so sorry. --Hunnie Bearie, I'm so sorry. Can we just fix it again? -No, I can not do it anymore. Tears shot down my face. This can't be, we always fix it. --Please don't say that. -Every time we try to fix it, every time, it is me who is trying. You do not try. --I'm sorry. -Silence. --Please Don't. I love you. -Sighs --Have you stopped loving me? -You can't say it like that. --Is there someone else? -No. If it was, you would know. --Then why? -I just don't feel it in my heart anymore --I love you. -I'm sorry. --You promised we'll spend forever together. Forever hunnie. -I'm sorry. --You can't say sorry, it doesn't help. -I'm sorry. --Please. Please don't. Please don't do this. -I'm sorry. I still care about you, its just I can't be in a relationship anymore. I can't put myself through it again. --Please don't, I'll change. I promise. -You say that all the time, but it is only me trying. --I love you. -I'm sorry. I really am. --What do I do? I have nothing. You are my everything. -I'm sorry. I have to go. Bye I fell silence. Tears would not stop dripping down my eyes. I could feel my heart beat through my shirt, my life torn apart. -I'm sorry. Bye CLICK. That was it. That was the day I realized that first loves are always the worse, always the worse to forget and always the most memorable. I was mistaken and it was all me. I have never cried so much in my life. Never felt so stupid, never felt so wrong. How could I ever love anyone else? How could I ever trust anyone else? Our two year anniversary was just a week away. It was just a week away. Tweet
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