It's funny how people do things just to prove to themselves that they shouldn't have done it. I am one of those people. I am definitely one of those people. I go out of my way to run with my shoelaces untied, just so when I fall, I could say "I knew that was gonna happen". This is kind of how I am like with this guy I love. His name would be Jordan. Jordan and I, I thought we were in love. How much there was to learn.
             Jordan and I first started dating back when I was in 10th grade, that makes it about, ok exactly October 6, 1999. The circumstances, in which we began our decent, were incredibly rocky. My best friend at the time was obsessed with him for the past few years. The only reason I began talking to him in the first place was for her. Now I had fallen in love. How do you explain something like that to your friend? Especially when she already knew in her heart what was happening. The day he asked me out, he took me out side, sat me on top a car, and sang a song he had written for me. Needless to say, we were going out from then on. The picture of us seemed perfect, and at times even felt perfect. But on the inside it was eating me away.
             My best friend refused to talk to me. I stopped eating; I lost about 30 lbs. This occurs a lot when situations don't go my way. This is dangerous I know. Jordan knew it too. He could start to tell. When we went out to eat, I rarely ate, and if I did, I would excuse myself and go to the bathroom. Then other things would a rise, little fights here and there. A few hurtful little phrases said left and right. Soon secrets came about. I ended up hurt.
             In November, my mother was hit by a car, walking on the side of the street in NYC. Being as I live with her only, I found myself stranded. I turned to him and found only lies from the past. We broke up. I couldn't take it. I needed him there, I needed to trust him. I couldn't do...