Dislcaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARVEST MOON,IT'S CHARACTERS, NOR PARAMORE'S THE ONLY EXCEPTION!Oh and the song what is love? By NeverShoutNever too hehe..

Characters I do own: Samantha, Stephen, and their daughter Zoey on with my story!

Hello, My name's Zoey, and this is my lifelong story.

The date was August 6, 1991. And Samantha Longs was in the hospital, she had Zoey that day. That was the most brightess day of Sam's life. Stephen was so proud of Sam. He bent down to Sam and kissed her on her cheek as she held Zoey. They named her Zoey because everyone in the family named eachother after another. Like Samantha was named after her Aunt Samantha.. so she wanted to change that. Zoey was the best thing that's ever happened in her parents life.
She was beautiful too. Zoey had her mother's hair and her father's eyes. Wavy dirty blonde hair, and green eyes.

"I want to hold her.." Stephen asked and Sam handed Zoey over.

"She's beautiful, I'm so proud of you Sam, we did a good job." He murmered very softly as little Zoey slept in his arms.

"Yeah..we did didn't we?" Sam chuckled.

~~~~13 years later~~~~

Zoey was 13. The year was 1998. And her parents were looking at old photos from they were younger. Zoey walked into the living room and sat next to her mother Sam.

"Hey what are you guys looking at?" I asked,

"Look honey, it's me and your father when we were younger." She handed me the photo of them on the hood of some sports car, and they were holding hands.

"Here Zoe, you should keep that. To always remember us when you have your own family." My dad said to me.

"Okie Dokie!" I said with excitement. I stood up and hugged both of them and went back to my room to put it on the corner of my mirror so every morning I wake up I can see my parents. They looked so happy together, I hope I could be like that someday and maybe give a photo so my child when their older..

Later that night I heard my parents arguing over my mom..

"Sam what're you trying to say!" I heard my dad yell at my mother. Wow he's never raised his voice before..

"Stephen I can't do this anymore. I can't live with you and not feel anything. I'm so sorry. Please take care of Zoey for me."

And with that I heard a door shut.

My mom left us..? She's gone, as in Forever? She didn't even say goodbye.. . I sat on the ground and cried. Thinking of all the times she's always been there for me.
Like this one time when my friends decided they should make fun of me out of the blue, I ran staright home after my lunch period. And she was at home washing the dishes. I busted through my front door crying.

"Zoey hun,what's wrong? Why aren't you at school?" She sounded concerned and walked over to me to hug me.

"My friends were randomly making fun of me and teasing me at lunch, so I ran home, hoping you were here.." I trailed off with tears streaking my warm cheeks.

She pulled me into a comforting hug, kissed my hair and held me there for a few moments. She was always there for me.

But now.. She's not. And, she never will be.

I decided to go downstairs and see how my dad was taking it. I mean she was his soul mate, his lovelife, his wife, his bestfriend, the mother of his child.
But I knew he'd be taking it terribly. He was so deeply and madly in love with her in all their photographs..But that was a long time ago. Mom apparently thought so. I got to the bottom of the staircase. I heard him sobbing. I followed the sound and found my father on the kitchen floor sobbing. I bent down,
and hugged him for the longest time just like my mom had when my friends teased me that one day. I whispered to him

"Dad, I'm so sorry, I truley believe that you are a better man, I'll always be here for you. Even when if I die before you might, I'll watch over you."I said to him in my caring voice.

Just about the rest of our lives from now and on out many things will be difficult..

As I got older through out life my lovelife was very hard to part with.. If my mom left Stephen why would my relationships last?
Every morning I always wonder what my future has planned for me, as I brush my wavy dirty blonde tangles out. I blink my eyes a few times and stare straight through mylself. When I was sixteen I found out my father Stephen didn't care what I did to myself. So me being stupid,
I took advantage of it. I went out and got my nose pierced. Just a little stud. I didn't want to get something I might regret when I'm older like a tattoo..

But every guy I met I had a little trouble in trust or hope. My whole life i've only had 2 boyfriends..
The first was just plain out fun but then we just drifted away but we kept in conact. I would smile in the halls at him as he waved. Oh yes I do remember his name. Denny Williams. Ahh those memories were pleasant. I can just remember it like it happend yesterday when I was only 14 years.. But I'm not going to spend my whole life daydreaming about my first boyfriend.

Boyfriend number two on the other hand didn't end up so great..
We split up the day right after valentines day. He was standing on my front porch and I was up in my room. And well let's just say I had my parents situation happen to me. Deja Vu! I hated it too. All he had to say was: " Zoey, I think we should see other people, well because I can't go out with you and not feel a thing.. I'm sorry. Bye."
Yup, he was in and out just like that. I cried and ran up stairs to my bedroom and hit my pillow.
I just wanted to rip it up but I was 18 and needed to act appropriate.

So I rushed up to my mirror, and saw my parents in their little photo they took in the 80's. I loved this picture too.
Then I wandered: "Where's my mother now? Could I possibly find her at all out in the world? I should find out on my own.."