I loved him. I've always loved him. And I'd do anything to make sure he was mine. Ever since the first time I saw him in highschool, I knew we were meant to be together. epic was intelligent, witty, atheletic, successful in all he did, and oh so very handsome. I'd walk my dog past his house in hopes that we'd run into each other and he'd recognize me. It took him a long time to notice me - the first time he spoke to me was senior year - but once he finally did, we became friends. We studied together, hung out after school, and danced at prom. After graduation, we became romantically involved which was just what I wanted. We were together for 3 years and I was happy. I knew about the other girls, of course, but I was willing to overlook that. We all have our little infidelities. Plus I knew Torrance could never hold a candle to me. I knew about everything he did, everywhere he went, everyone he spoke to. I was his girlfriend, I was supposed to know such things. After those three years though, we took a break. Well, he said it was over, but I knew he didn't mean that. He felt smothered, he said, wanted to see other people. So we took a long break. I didn't see him for a year. Well, I didn't officially see him but I was watching him, of course. I'd sit in my car across the street from his house and watch him through the windows. Then one day he called me up and asked if I wanted to go to dinner. I was so happy! We were finally back together! When I told him how excited I was, he didn't look too happy. He said he just wanted to be friends, but I know he didn't mean that. A few months later I mentioned it again and he got mad at me. He told me that we'd never be together again and that I was crazy. Now, I get very touchy if people call me crazy. It's always been a pet peeve of mine, so I got a little irrational. I brandished a knife at him and told him that if I couldn't have him, no one could. We all have our moments, I'm sure you know what it's like. I didn't think getting a little physical with him like that would be a big deal, but apparently it is. I had to live in a hospital for a year until they decided I was alright to go home. I had spoken to him a few times in the years that followed. I knew we were meant to be together and one day he would see. I just had to keep reminding him is all. Sometimes he'd talk to me for a little while, but most of the time, he'd tell me to leave him alone or he'd call the police. Such a silly, epic was. Always joking around. I was so happy when I got my invitation to the reunion. I knew he finally realized the truth about us. But when I got there, he was flirting with all the girls, not just me. He was even looking at that tomboy Melody in a way I'd never seen him. I hadn't had a problem with this previously, but this time, it filled me with a rage I had never felt before. I just wanted to... No, I won't think about that. He's gone now. The only person I ever loved is dead. And I don't know how I feel about that.