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This story is my opinion of Love;

To me, Love is foolish; falling in Love, is foolish. Everyone wants to be special to someone, and some times that doesn’t happen. You give some one your all and expect them to do the same thing, and they don’t. Most people say one bad love experience shouldn’t be the end and their right. But it’s hard trusting someone ever again, or giving someone your heart because you fear that there going to do the same thing. I was in love once. We were together for three years, off and on; that’s what our relationship consisted of. We argued, yes. But what relationship doesn’t? Yeah, our fights were stupid and yeah they shouldn’t have happened. But they did and it made us stronger, just like every time we break up and got back together that made us stronger. I loved him so much and I thought he loved me, I guess not. We had the love/ hate relationship. We had great memories and so many fun times together. He was not everything, but most of my life consisted of him. We were always together and we got alone great. We liked the same things, did the same things, and we even listen to the same music. He was the one who brought the best, worst, funniest, craziest, and even stupidest moments out in me. He always knew how to make me feel better. But he’s Puerto Rican, so that caused some problems with my parents. Not because he’s not white, because he made some mistakes in middle school and my parents think he still does the same thing. I wouldn’t say he’s changed, which I thought he had. But he hasn’t. He’s just some stupid jerk whom only cares about himself and lives his life not caring. A few weeks ago, we were arguing about something stupid that shouldn’t have happened. Anyway, he got mad and dumped me. When it happened I didn’t care, but after that I started missing him and when I saw him, I cried and cried. I still miss him. But I would not get back together with him because after one day he was already talking to some freshman. Which I knew she liked him when we were together. It’s funny though, because when we were together she wouldn’t talk to me but then when we broke up she tried to be friends or whatever. But I don’t care anymore he has her, and I hope he’s happy. That’s why I put on my big girl pants and got over it. Therefore, Love to me is foolish.