Have you ever just felt like you were in love? I'm in love, I know I am. I've never felt this way about anyone.

The way he looks at me sets my soul completely on fire. I can't handle it. I melt under the pressure under his icy glance everytime. I can't go a day with out his face. I don't sleep all I do is think about him, dream about. He is my soul inspiration.

My name is Aile, and I'm 18 years old. I've been with my boyfriend Giro for 2 years. He's a bit older than me and we've know each other for a long time, so I'm convinced. He's amazing. He's 21. Alot of of people don't like our age differences but I think it's cute.

Except lately I don't see him much. It almost feels like he's preoccupied. Other people try to spread rumors but I know it isn't true. I believe in him completely. But sometimes it gets unbarable. Sometimes I end up crying. But I remind myself, that if I love him as much as I do then he must love me back.
There's a reason why I feel the way I do. I've got to stick by it.

I can never let this relationship go. He's the only one that appriciates me. He's the only one that makes me feel like this. That's why :
I'll do anything he wants me to.

So when I come across this strange situation it makes me wonder about everything.

I'm at a strange spot

Currently right now, I'm at the mall, some cute guy, a guy cuter than a way I've seen in a long time, he offered to treat me to a smothie, because I helped him pick out a sweater from a store. I was suspicious naturally from the get go, but now he just seems to be a nice person who's just thankful for my help. His words are smooth and almost charming, we've been going back and forth, talking about trivial things like life, and how everythings going.

He makes me blush, and my heart warm.

Just like how Giro does. Just like Giro is. He's doing all of my favorite things, I look for in a person. He's charming, fashionable and his life sounds completely amazing. I feel strongly for him somehow and we've honestly just met. I never space out from the words he speaks because something about everything he says just makes me want to stick in my mind.

He looks like a honest man. I can see it from his eyes, which are in clear view.

Suddenly I want to ask him personal questions.

I know his name, it's Blues.

But I want to ask him more.

What is your name? Do you have a girlfriend, How do you dress so cool? How old are you? Where do you live? Can we see each other again? Can you bring me into your life? God, I know none of those things could ever come out of my mouth. This man just puts me in such awe. I have to remind myself that Giro is the only one I love. But seeing this beautiful of a man, it makes me wonder, do I really love him?

I've become everything that Giro wants me to become. I've done my hair exactly how he likes it. I dress the way he likes. I show up everytime he wants, that must be love.

Suddenly I'm thrown out of my thoughts, when this man, Blues asks me a question.

"So...what are you thinking about. You've gotten quiet." Blues said with a small smile. He could see right through me I could see. He smiled at me. I blushed. I decided to be honest.

"I was thinking about my boyfriend, Giro." I said with complete honestly. I felt like somehow I wanted him to know. Maybe it was a defense I put up. Maybe he'd make me like him less if he knew I had a boyfriend. But his facial expression didn't change one bit after hearing that.

"That's really cute. To be pretty young and have someone you sit and think about. So what's his name?" Blues asks with a charming smile, that would makes me feel uneasy in the best way possible. How can I feel this way, I've only met this man, 2 hours ago.

"It's Giro, we've been dating for two years, he's amazing." I say smiling to myself remembering everything.

"Giro huh? That's too bad." Blues said with his facial expression changing.

"What...do you mean by that?" I ask thrown off by his reaction...did, he know him? Blues sighed.

"I know a Giro, I hope he's not your Giro. He's got a girlfriend. Although I wouldn't say girlfriends, I'd say girlfriends. Too many of them." Blues says as if he has pity for me. It makes me cringe. He looks so honest. I can't bring myself to throw out what this guy says, like all those other girls who've told me the same thing. Instead of believing it, I decide to stand by Giro like I always do. I can't show weakness in my love. Giro wouldn't like it.

"Do you have a picture or something?" I ask quietly.

"Sure, the guy has an instagram." Blues says instantly.

"Oh that can't be him, Giro doesn't use social media." I say, sighing to myself. Blues for one instant has a evil grin. I only notice this now, looking back on retrospect. Under his breath I hear him mutter, "So that's what he's been telling you." I feel off guard now.

Shortly Blues pulls up an instagram page, It's without a doubt Giro's. He scrolls and we see a few images of Giro with another woman, she's prettier than me. More filled out. A better chest and ass. Skimpier clothes, it looks like it was took in a bar setting. He cheated on me. There was photo proof.

I couldn't handle it. I looked away.

Blues spoke once more.

"There's a few more pictures." He says.

I look at them all. There's more women, women I can't compete with. Tears stream down my face. Blues and I leave the table as I start balling my eyes out, next thing I know we're outside. I ask to go to his car. He takes me there without hesitation.

I tell him everything that I'd heard about Giro and how I loved him and, and I wanted him to love me back, just like how I loved him. Blues just sits there and listens. I don't feel much pity from him anymore. I look at Blues and he makes me feel just like Giro did. So I did what I naturally wanted to do, I kissed him. He kissed me back. Finally he lets go, and I whisper to him.

"You're better than him. I could love you. Let me get to know you." I whisper. Blues smiles at me, but suddenly he laughs. I back up a bit.

"I could never love someone as dumb as you. I mean, bitch, how many people told you that he was a thot? I'm sure over 12. Giro doesn't love you and he never did. He was just using you for sex, and whatever else he wanted from you. I bet he was for your first wasn't he? and he made you feel loved and wanted because it's real easy to make young girls feel like that. Young girls are just thristy for attention. Do you know how easy it was for me to make you like me? We've only known each other for two hours, and you're in my car, kissing me? Do you know how easy it would be to sleep with you? Fucking slut." Blues said with a laugh.

My heart broke. I was crying again. First Giro and now him. How could...how could this happen. What was wrong with me?

"Why're you crying? You didn't love him anyways. It's been two years. You don't know what love is. You're only 18 years old. You know what you feel? Infactuation. All the guy did was give you just enough of his attention and you're over here claiming things about love and how you want to give everything to him. He's already taken alot of from you. Wake the fuck up, dumb bitch!" Blues said, with a face that looked like it was disgusted with me.

I couldn't say one word, all I could do was cry. Suddenly Blues pushed me out of the car, onto the parking lot ground, I was still crying loudly, sobbing, the cold air hit me.

"I want you to remember this." Was the last thing he said before he drove away. I hated him.

For a long time I hated everything. I ended up breaking up with Giro, but it was obvious now, he was just using me. I was in a dark place. I felt like I was unappealing and I didn't socialize, or talk to anyone for a long time.

I won't end this with me saying that I've found love again, because honestly I don't think I even know what that is anymore. All I want is a companion, I don't want love, I don't want to put my trust in someone and hurt just like last time. It was hard to get out those feelings.

In a way I feel like that situation opened up my eyes and mind to the truth.

It made me feel terrible, but deep down I admit that this pain was a nessesary one.

Where would I have been without it? I don't want to picture it.

I'd never seen or heard of Blues again after that. I want to see him.

I want to thank him.

END.

REO speedwagon is to blame for this one. That should be really clear by the title of this chapter. So yeah Aile...I gotta ask you reviwers, you ever have a time where you thought you really loved, or liked someone but it was just whatever on the other side? I mean not on the scale of this fic, because this was ridiculous but ya know, real life stuff. I've never had it before, so I can't really understand how it feels. Review your opinion on this.

Until next time

-Froggy