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Preparing to have childhood ruined.

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It’s December 24^th. Christmas Eve. Midnight. Every year I get extremely excited about the holidays but ever since I got my heart broken, it doesn’t really matter. I mean, I’ve gotten my heart broken before but it wasn’t so bad then. Why is it hurting so much now? Is it because I’ve been in love with you since I was ten? Because we have history? Because tomorrow is Christmas and last year was a very special Christmas for the both of us? Maybe it’s everything just wrapped into one big package. Six years of history. Falling for you since the beginning. Lost you and then got you back. I told myself that I would try my hardest to keep you forever. Now I just feel like I either didn’t hard enough or tried too hard. I have this guilty feeling that’s hanging over my head and if I don’t stop feeling this way, it will kill me. I tried to get you back. I tried so hard. It’s been almost two months. The worst part: I am still in love with you. I still feel as if we can work it out. But we can’t, can we? You don’t love me anymore. You can move on. You can see others because you… you honey are the strong one. You always were. Like I said before, I can feel you forgetting me. It’s like I don’t even exist in your eyes anymore. And I STILL love you, Why is it so hard for me to just let go? Dammit… I take advantage of everything. I know what they. You never really know what you have until it’s gone. Before this ever happened, I didn’t care what would become of me. I didn’t care about the little things you did. Now that you are gone, I see everything different. Now I’d kill for you to do those little things again. Now… YOU are all I want for Christmas.

Love is when you feel like you have the best person ever. When you smile when you hear their name and voice. When you lose your breath when you see them. When you think they are the most beautiful person in the world. When they are all you think about. When the person can make you blush for absolutely no reason. When you kiss them and it feels like your very first kiss every time. When you argue and you feel like someone just punched a hole through your chest. When you can tell them anything with no regrets. When you talk to them about the most random things. When you can laugh about anything with them. When you feel in your heart that they are truly all yours…

Nightmares. Trying to save him from being attacked. My cleverness needs to kick in. We look a little younger. 12 maybe. The man is coming. Knife in his hand. Hatred on his face. Wait! i’ve seen this before. Then I remember. Michael. I couldn’t save him before and now it’s happening to the boy i love. I need to remember what i did. But this time, I have to do it better. The log… I need it. Running for it, I feel a slash. Knife to my thigh. No! This can’t happen again! No failing! I grab the log. No backing down now. The heavy wood goes right to the man’s head. I cracked his skull. But where’s Gale? Paniced, I look around to find him injured. Time to call for help. 911. Here they are. Ambulance, finally. I feel dizzy now. Too much of my blood is lost. But I can’t pass out. I need to see how Gale is doing. Oh no! I can’t take it. Everything is going black. Where am I? *sigh* Hospital. Where is Gale? Is he okay? Is he alive? A knock on the door. Doctors. ” Sorry, but he is gone.” I wake up. Sweaty and crying.

WORST. NIGHTMARE. EVER.