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Love is a strange, mysterious emotion misunderstood by many; that can even kill and has many times. Some experience the bad form of love which includes "the game", not feeling the same about each other and raging jealous. Few experience the good form of love, when everything seems perfect, and even though you have flaws this person loves you the same.

In this story, you will witness true stories of the good and bad in love (names are changed to protect identities). Some thirst for love, while others could care less how their partner feels about them. Some mistake it for perfection and search for someone that doesn't exist. Some have found it and just don't know how to cope with feeling such emotions, when some aren't really feeling anything at all. Some are clingy and thrive for attention, some are afraid to commit; while people even date to fill a void that someone or something else has made over time.

This story begins sometime in late March, at exactly 11:11PM, I made a wish that everything that had fallen apart last December would piece its self back together again. I didn't believe in that kind of stuff then, but my boyfriend at the time did, strongly. His name was Matthew Jacob Anthony Monty; he was given this name in early February fifteen years ago. He was French; his dad, whom he was named after, abused him from the time he was in diapers, until he walked out on him. When he was an infant, he used to blow cigarette smoke in his face, which caused asthma. As he got older, his dad began punching him and shoving him down the stairs; he threatened him so that he would lie to his mother about how he was injured. At age nine, he gave him liquor and taught him how to fight with knives. This left him emotionally scarred. Then his father left his mother and he hasn't heard from him much since then.

Matt was "punk" by choice and spent most of his time in old school punk band t-shirts, unless it was my shirt, and dark colored jeans. He normally wore his size eleven converse or, on occasions, hiking boots. He was exactly sex feet tall and 120lbs. His shaggy blond hair had black streaks throughout it and he was slightly tan. He looked older than he was.

His brown eyes met mine as he said "What did you wish for, baby?" His voice was similar to JD Woodruff from Hawthorn Heights.

I smiled to hide i was miserable, "If i tell you it won't come true," I replied, sticking my tongue out at him.

He kissed me lustfully, but before he had a chance to go any further with his actions, my phone rang. I read my caller ID, "Erik" it said in bold letters; I laughed.

"sorry I have to take this," I said apologetically, "Hello?"

"Hey, up for a game of connect four?" he said seductively. His voice was similar to Gerard Way's From My Chemical Romance.

I giggled at that question. I had spent the night with one of my guy friends a few months ago and when Erik asked us what we had done. we replied truthfully, we had listen to Bullet For My Valentine and played connect four, and of course Erik had made it sexual.

"Oh, but last time it blew my mind!" I replied semi-convincingly.

I looked at Matt, I knew that due to his past he could be violent, and from the look on his face you could only imagine what was going through his head at that very moment.

"I'll bet it did," he replied. I could almost see him winking, which made me giggle.

"Oh, its my mother," I said politely to Matt, his facial expression slowly changed from angry to annoyed.

"Mommy, harder!" he moaned.

"Oh yes," I giggled again, which probably wasn't the best idea.

"So how's my mommy tonight?"

"Oh, I'm great! Finally got to fuck my ex! its about time."

I could feel my face getting hot as the anger quickly built up. His ex has been playing with his head for years and he still let her, only because he wanted to have sex with her. "What the hell?"

"It was great too"

"Well thats nice," I replied dryly.

"Aw, someones jealous" he said teasingly

"Psh, yeah right."

"Sure your not"

"So anyways, you need me at home?"

"Sure why not," he said as if he wasnt interested. "The park? Now?"

"Okay, I'll see you then" I hung up and looked at Matt "Well mom needs me at home to help her clean and read this book to Trent, but theres always tomorrow night and the rest of our lives."

"Okay, I'll call you later," he replied. Then he kissed me before i left.