We Were Perfect
About nine months ago, I started dating this guy. He was perfect. We were perfect. All of my friends loved him, and all of his friends loved me. We were inseparable. After a month of dating, I did the worst thing ever. I cheated on him. He found out a week later from my supposedly best friend. But before he found out I had cheated on him, I got pregnant. He was so happy. He really wanted to keep the baby. Then he found out I cheated on him, and we broke up. But we wound up getting back together a week later. After that, everything changed. He changed. He became very secretive, and we started to drift apart. Then he left me for someone else. I was heart broken. While we were dating, we were on and off, but I always knew we'd get back together. Our breakups never lasted more then a week. But when he left me for someone else, I thought that was it. I thought that I'd lost him forever. But after a month, he left her and came back to me, telling me how much he loved me and all. Well, he still lives with him mom, and after we had a bad break up, I wasn't allowed at his house. But I didn't care because we would constantly do stuff for the first month. We talked six or seven times everyday on the phone, but we started arguing more. A lot of people would tell me to leave him saying he wasn't worth it. But I love him. Today he called me and told me not to call him for a while. He said he wants us to take a break because we both need to do our own thing. Well, I don't want to take a break. I just want things to be the way they used to be. I miss him so much.
— Marley, 18