You know when they say love is beautiful? Well, let me just be truthful with you: love is not at all that beautiful. I know you must be wondering why I will be saying this—the best answers in my journal or book, anyone you call it—164 days with you. I remembered when we first met that I thought you and I were meant to be together; you were the sweetest being I have witnessed in the midst of thousands of crowds. I fell immediately, though I was warned not to dance to the beat of my heart, but believe me, the music was melodious, and before I knew it, I was head over heels for you, wanting to be everywhere you are, not knowing that it was just the beginning of my nightmares. I just hope I survive it.
You know they say the demon you know is better than the angel you know. Well, in this love story, I don’t know if he is the demon or the angel, but I will let you be the judge of that. I call him heartbeat, but in a more sexy and abbreviated manner, “@beat.” I know you might say that I was dorky, but come on, give me a break. I was in love, and I had to find the perfect name for the perfect lover. Believe me, everything was good. I was living in my fairy tales, and then it became a nightmare. I know you’ll be wondering what I’m driving at, but I will cut to the chase.
We were so loving that everyone refers to us as siblings.I met him at summer camp, which only lasted for 21 days, which is three weeks. I have always dreamed of meeting my forever there and maybe hooking up with any available-looking guy. I was single and searching, and I recently just got rejected by my cute neighbor, who was giving me mixed signals. I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not slut, just a lonely girl who needs some love. You know the rule: if you want to get over someone, you have to be under someone else. I was just leaving by the rules; that’s all. Don’t judge me. Like I said, I met Heartbeat in the summer camp, and he was everything I’ve ever dreamed of, but what exactly happened? I know you’re eager to know too, and I’ll go right into the business for the day.
He suggested that we stay together for the year. I was thrilled about his idea; I mean, I love him and he loves me. “What could go wrong?” And it’s just for a year; it is not like it for forever or something; just a year. So I went back home to inform my dad that the summer camp would be taking a one-year therapy class for people with mental disorders. And believe me when I say that, my dad wasn’t really thrilled to hear about the news, but he had no choice but to let me go because I needed the class. He kind of feels guilty for the death of mom, and I feel like this is his way of telling me that he loves me and is in support of me.
So now that my one-year adventure with @beat is settled, I was excited about my new life. Not knowing what that life has for me, all I wanted was to be with the love of my life, living blissfully. I quickly packed my bags ready for my trip; I got to his place at midnight. He was so excited to see me, and so was I. I kinda felt bad for lying to dad. I just want to have some peace of mind, and some time apart. I mean it is just a year, I will be back, just want to live my life with boys and parties.
Sam prepared some food to eat on my arrival; he prepared my bathing suits and the room we would be sleeping in. “Didn’t I tell you that he was a sweet guy?” I ate the meal made by him, took my bath, and went to bed. That was just the beginning of my nightmares.
