Problems in Trust

Problems in Trust

By: Mimi Lam

(Based on True Story. Not mine. Not All true either.)

What is love? I've always asked about that, to myself. I heard that love is great, and sweet, but I also heard that love brings pain and bitterness into your life.

Over the last summer, I had a relationship with this guy I really liked. And those times was gold to me, no wait. More than Gold, it was priceless. But shame that he was just a summer fling. Sure, we've been dating for weeks, but long distance relationship never works out with me. They tell me that I'm insecure. I tell myself that I'm just over-protective of myself.

He made me depressed for days, weeks or maybe even a month or two. I was mad at him, I was downright pissed at him. I had every right to be like that. He left me, he freaking left me without any notice, without even saying goodbye to me. I knew this relationship was just too good to be true. I mean, there were problems and arguments. But still, it was too good to be true.

I went back to where I belong, back to my home, there were too much drama over there. I mean, back-stabbing friends, frenemies and such. Life sucks, I know. How did I know? About people back-stabbing me? Well, it happened 'cause I had my eyes on that boy, and I call dibs. My friend, She encouraged me, to befriend him and such, but when I got together with him, she was suddenly pissed at me. (A/N: PMS much?) I mean, I did nothing wrong, right? She probably didn't think that I was able to ask him out.

Yea, so now I'm back, to where I belong. Things calmed down…Well kind of? Before my best friend betrayed me. You see, our school was kind of like a nun school, with boys. So We were not allowed to date. So one day, my best friend Tammi was called by the vice principle one day, and she told her(VP) all about my dating life. I mean, What the hell? I trusted her with my secret, and this is what I get? Ughh.

Love is endless, blind, and also mean. I don't know why, why do people keep on falling in love?

Time went by, Like maybe a month or so, I took her back, I took Tammi back, my best friend back. It's kind of because the other friend that I talked to was getting boring. (A/N: ME.) She kept talking about music, and she kept writing about non-sense.

Yea. At this time, around this time, I met him. Yea, Sure. I've met him before, already. But I just didn't bother knowing more about him. Yea, well. I've learnt more about him, he was 18, and his name is Jack Anderson. I thought he was pretty funny, and kind of tall. He seems like a good guy.

I always visited with the library with Tammi, so that I can see him more often, and it's usually where he likes going to. I know I sound like a stalker, but I'm not. A stalker would know his birthdate, and his height/ weight. He's a senior of mine. But, everyone says, Age doesn't matter. I'm just 14 now. It's just a 4-year-distance. Not a million year age difference.

He always smelt like cinnamon with spice. It's really intoxicating, and it's making me want more. It's also the sole reason I always borrowed Jack's Jacket. It makes me feel closer, closer to him.

He made me feel again, made me feel like I'm alive again. Made me fall. He freaking made me fall for him. And it felt great. But on the other hand. It pains me. He was going away after the semester. To England. I feel like breaking into tears every time I think of this.

I always watched him from afar. Wishing that he was with me here, right now. And forever.

That's when I was betrayed the second time. By Tammi again. I can't believe it. The person I trusted the most. Well, not as much since the last incident. But nonetheless, I was betrayed again. It was horrifying. Imagine yourself be humiliated. Again and again. By the same person.

Jack was with me, through the whole thing, he was there. When I cried. He wiped my tears away. When I was sad, He comforted me. I wished that he never did this.

Because he didn't realize that it's gonna make me fall for him more than this.

I can't do this anymore. My friend are all frenemies, pretending to like me, when they hate me like hell. Well except the boring girl. She's really innocent, except she kept mumbling about death and such.