Megan Roberts

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My story

I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Aaron. I always thought of him as a friend until three years ago, when we went on our last school trip. I fell in love with him. Before the trip was over I took the big step and confessed my love for him. We became lovers but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To him I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only ever came out of my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl… I didn’t know why I stayed with him; I guess I thought I loved him, until…

It happened just less than two years ago. It was an ordinary day; I met Aaron on the way to school. I don’t know why but something was different. He seemed quieter than his usual cheery self. But he looked as gorgeous as ever. His hair lay perfectly against his silk like, soft face. We arrived at school after an awkward walk and before I knew it, it was time to go home and enjoy the weekend. I called Aaron at around seven o’clock.

“Do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.

“I can’t” he replied in a dull voice.

“Why? Do you need to study at home?” I felt disappointment grabbing me.

“No… I am going away to another school.” Aaron whispered nervously.

“What are you talking about? There is less than a year left” I said confused.

“I can’t talk now. I am leaving in ten minutes and ill leave you a letter explaining all.”

Before I got the chance to reply, the line went dead. I rushed to Aaron’s house. Knocking on his door I waited impatiently, I hoped that he hadn’t left yet. There was no answer. I broke down into a heap on the floor, crying hysterically. I managed to pull myself together. I walked home feeling awfully lonely, like a part of me had been snatched away.  I arrived home at eight o’clock; I went straight upstairs to my room and laid on my bed, I started crying into my pillow. There was a knock at my bedroom door. I looked up and I saw my mum standing in the doorway with an envelope in her hand. I froze staring at it, I knew it was from Aaron.

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“This is for you, Aaron dropped in round while you were out.” She said in a sympathetic voice.

“Thanks.” I took the envelope from her hand. I walked over to my desk.

“I’m sorry about Aaron.” She said as she left my room.

 I put the letter on my desk, not knowing whether to open it or not. I decided to open the letter, reading aloud what Aaron had written.

Dear Samantha,

If you are reading this then I have already left to go to my new school, i’m sorry that I couldn’t to talk to you and that ...

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