After the death of our unborn I was really depressed, and weak. I kept doubting that anything would get better or even just make my life worth living again. We stayed together even though every time i looked into her eyes i could just feel my insides start to burn. Those dark tear blinded eyes. (I wonder if our child would have her eyes.) I still canapos;t understand how someone can lie and decieve the one they love like that. How could she cause so much pain to one person and expect them to forgive you right after. Ten days later i just couldnapos;t handle it anymore.I had trouble eating, I lost interest in almost everything i used to love.I started�to have trouble sleeping,�the dreams, or should i say nightmares, were too much to handle. All the things one has forgotten or suffered�screams�out for help in dreams. I�had literally become a zombie wondering around slowly. I had no idea that something could have such�a big impact on my life,�I thought i was one of�those�young and careless teens that older people always talk abut, but that was not true. I wish i was emotionless and didnapos;t care about anything�as most people thought, but that was not the case. If anything i think i cared way too much for someone�my age.
So we decided to break up just to separate for awhile, but i knew�this would last longer than we�expected. It was tough, she couldnapos;t stop crying, she went on and on�about how she�never meant to hurt me but she had to do what she did. She explained�if she hadnapos;t then my life�would have been ruined,�my parents would be dissappointed, my sister would find out and probably be angry about our relationship, and i would most likely drop out of school. It�was hard to listen to�what she�was saying because she was crying so hard but me, I was just standing there. Blank�expression on my face, numb feeling all over my body, it felt like I had a stone hiding behind my sternum.�
A few days went by and i hadnapos;t seen or talked to her but i still couldnapos;t get her out of my head. Then a letter showed up addressed to me but not signed. Even though�there was bo name i still knew�who it was from. I knew the�hand writing from all the�little love letters, although this time teh writing�had a different tone to it.
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