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lilycat12
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It all started when we were kids. He was always in love with me, the boy next door. His dad died, I was staying with my dying grandparents in a nursing home, and we moved away. We both came back to the same block, the same houses. We both played guitar. He worked in the music store across the street. My friend died in a horrible motorcycle accident, it was the same day Michael Jackson died. 3 people had died before that. He was there for me. We went out, we were so happy. We did everything for one another. We were best friends again. But over the summer he started to become cruel to me. He would be gone for days and I wouldn't know where. He wasn't working. He was saying things to make me cry, on purpose. When I thought I was pregnant he was nowhere to be found, and luckily I was not, because I wouldn't have been able to handle a child and him. I went away to find myself in Jerusalem. He emailed me every day how much he missed me. I was in Egypt and the riots broke out. I was able to get back into Israel and buy him a cross from a shrine like I promised I would, even when people were running for cover all over the streets. When I came back from my 2 week trip, he just tossed the cross on the table. He wasn't the same person. He sent me nasty text messages, but I always returned to him with kindness and willing to lend money or buy him something, whatever. Anyway, we stopped talking in February. He hasn't seen my band play. He never payed me any of the money. I don't care, I miss him, I love him, and I know deep down in my heart that who he is acting to be isn't him. I wish we could talk again before we both move off the block in the Fall. I just want him back. I miss him so much I spend nights crying. I just want him to talk to me again. I forgive him. I just want to talk to him again. I know we can be friends at the very least. I can't deal with this hole its left in me, his absence. Please pray for me, Please please.
