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To Love is to Die

My best friend, Jada, always said that Sam was too good of a dream to come true. We would never survive. I would always shake my head and tell her that's she's jealous, and that one day, some man will love her as much as Sam loves me.

I should have listened to her. Sighs.

Well, no use crying over spilled milk, my sister said. Samantha taught me a lot of things. Ah, well. She always said to me, "To love is to die." I never believed her because I thought she was just trying to destroy my life.

I should have believed her. This sucks, 'cause I can still remember the night that Sam left me crying in the woods for my cousin, Emily as clear as bell. As if it happened yesterday, even if it actually happened 8 years, 4 months, 2 weeks and 3 days ago (not that I'm counting and marking it on my calender or anything). Even if everybody else (well, most everybody) forgot about it. The memory is as bitter as my tongue, and still pricks me endlessly. With a needle. On my heart.

Sighs. I'm a mess. Desperate. But not as desperate as I was then.

"Sam! Where did you go?" I embraced him tightly.

"Nowhere." Sam slowly untangled my arms from his neck.

I looked at him concerned. "What's wrong?"

Sam gave me a look of pain and guilt. "Leah..... we have to break up."

I stared at him with a blank face. "What did you say?"

"We....... we need to break up." He traced the tip of his boots in the dirt.

I was about to cry. "But--- why? What did I do?"

He looked at me, pain in his eyes. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything. It's not you, it's me."

I was angry with him mow. "Don't you DARE give me that crap of an answer! What's the REAL reason you're breaking up with me!?! Is it another girl?"

Sam looked at his hands.

I suddenly remember when I introduced him to Emily earlier today. He didn't talk much and was very distant with me. Nooo..... "It's Emily isn't it?" I felt the tears rushing out.

He didn't move.

"ISN'T IT?" I screamed at him. "ISN'T IT?"

I heard him take a deep breath. He looked at me, tears in his eyes. I didn't care about his feelings. I wanted his answer. "Yes. It is. I'm so sorry Leah."

I broke down, crying. "Why? You just met her! Why her?" I felt my heart slowly get torn into pieces.

He looked at the ground. "I can't explain it......" He looked up with a look filled with so much love and passion that I sobbed even louder. That look was meant for me.

"Please stay with me!" The desperation in my voice was badly disguised. I kept sobbing.

My loud sobbing shook him out of his day-dreaming. He looked at me again. "I'm sorry Leah. Please understand." And with that, Sam took off. Going to Emily, probably. And leaving me in the forest. Leaving me in my once upon a time.

I shook my head, as if trying to get rid of all my memories. It doesn't work. It never works.

My sister was right. To love IS to die. I'm just a piece of crap now. The real Leah died 8 years, 4 months, 2 weeks and 3 days ago. To love is to die: the phrase is true. I'm dead, and there's no fixing that. It's just that I wish...

I wish I had known that sooner.

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