Rose lay on her bed crying hysterically, her eyes blood shot, trying to remember what she did wrong. She knew this guy wasn't worth crying for but she just couldn't help it. She loved him even more than she had ever loved anyone. Her friends were so happy that she left that "loser" and thought that it was a great decision to move on.
The image of him didn't erase. At least I found out with my own eyes, I just knew something was strange about him, she thought to herself. The image of him with another girl in bed with him in her own house was still so fresh in her memory she could almost feel like she was re-living it. She felt the tears running down her cheeks. How could he have done this to me, after all we had been through? I can't believe that I was so blind. That night she cried herself to sleep still wondering who the girl had been she ran out before she saw her face.

Weeks had passed and what had seemed perfect to her was now slowly showing the real side of him. As of now, I am so glad I broke up with him, How could I have not realized what a jerk he was? Do I really think he's a jerk? Do I still love him? She shook the thoughts out of her head, No I would be stupid if I did, Come on Rose be smart think of how he hurt you. And with that she left home