At the beginning of the year, I met David. At the time, I wasn't really looking for a partner, but there he was, in my Bio class. I sat alone in the library during lunch reading and joking with friends usually, but that day, he pulled me aside on the way there. We talked for a second, and it was that meeting that made me trip and fall in love. He was different than the others, I actually liked him for him, not for how he looked. I went on with my life, but he was always in the back of my mind. When I was on the bus to school one morning, a friend showed me texts that David had been sending her, in which he went on and on about me, I didn't know how to react. Was it real? So I emailed him with the address my friend provided. We began talking more often and eventually we were going steady. He made me feel special, he was honest, and compassionate. I remember kissing him behind the elevator for the first time. It was the first kiss for both of us, we probably sucked, but I loved it, the feel of his lips on mine were incomparable to anything I have ever felt before. We had only been together for one month before my parents caught me smoking with the kids across the way. I got withdrawn from high school without the chance to say goodbye to him. No phone calls from him asking where I was, and after a while I called him to tell him I loved him and I missed him, he didn't respond. I left a message, told him to call me back when he gets it, no call. I began to worry, did something happen? Only a month later did I really accept the fact that he didn't want me anymore, that everything we shared was fake, and he probably did this often. I doubt I'll ever see him again... I wonder what I did wrong?1234 copyright protection959ＰＥＮＡＮＡPxWET4cq22 尼

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