Let me first start by giving a brief description of myself so you guys can get a better understanding of where I stand. Ok, so I'm a teenager, 16, that normally attends high school taking AP and Honors courses. A large amount of people in my area, roughly 1,200+ people or more, unanimously agree that I'm extremely talented at media related stuff (photography, cinematography, CGI, etc) Even I agree. It's quite prominent and is a hard quality to ignore once you meet me. I'm from an upper middle class family, though people like to refer to me as "rich", which brings giggles every time. My parents are married and have been for the past 20 years. I am mature for my age in terms of understanding and anything relating to that nature. Which is one of the reasons I have many adult friends in the first place. So that's basically me.
Now let me introduce you to my ex girlfriend. She's talented at drawing (caricatures, cartoons, etc), attends a school which has a higher ranking than mine (though it is only referred to as such because of it not including normal classes/courses such as general education or normal education; pretty much nothing lower than AP/Honors), divorced parents, recently got into light female sports (volleyball) and is sort of lost as to what she wants to do when she goes out into the real world.
Ok, so now that you sort of get the gist of both of us, I'll let you in on the start of us. So I met her in 7th grade (quite young; yes I am aware) and she wasn't all that appealing, but quite decent. Worked with her on projects and things. Jokingly annoyed her, (I find joy out of such actions) She soon found that too. 7th grade was pretty much normal. The next year, in 8th grade, things changed for the better. We started talking more and more. She actually had two best friends, both of which were females as well. I in fact, liked one of them. But nothing too serious, just for her aesthetics. A few months passed by and by November of that year, me and her became closer. She told me she felt really comfortable talking to me about virtually anything. I was happy because this would become my first close discussion with a girl. Later in the month of November that year, I started liking her. I admired her appearance even more than in 7th grade (Surprising how a girl can grow and change within a two month Summer break). I didn't tell her though. Around the last week in the month, nearly all the AP 8th graders seemed to sense that me and this girl liked each other. So they started rumors. These rumors weren't bad so you don't have to worry about them, lol considering I was an icon in that school anyway. The rumors made me secretly happy inside. And I can tell it made her feel the same way. In December of that year, we our conversations became more intimate, personal, and seemingly loving. I loved her, but she didn't know. What happened next may sound like it came from a movie. During the week of Winter Break (Before Christmas) she told me she liked me and that she was scared to say it sooner in fear that it would ruin our friendship. I could've never been happier. I told her the same. I was in London during the break so I couldn't celebrate Christmas with her, but that didn't let me down. I was insanely happy, I mean, a feelingly like that is hard to come by, with its authenticity; just surreal. After the break, she hugged me so tight on the first day of school back from London. That was an amazing quality about her, she always loved hugging. Our intimate relationship, was gold, and progressed onto escalating to higher levels. Within 3 months of it (now early March) she had discussed something really special. She loved me so much, she wanted to engage in sexual intercourse. I was surprised, I mean, as an 8th grader at that point, this was like the lottery, I was psyched. Yes, a girl actually asked me to have sex and not the other way around of me asking her; rare? Anyway, I agreed to it with a huge grin on my face and devised a plan that we would rendezvous at her house for a "project" since her mom's hours were late in the night. I'm not going to lie, I must admit, I was scared at first as I didn't even know what to do. But we progressed into it. Lasted about an hour or so but boy was it amazing. I'm not the type to take all my clothes off, but she surely was. We slept in her bed afterwards for about another hour.

PART 2

I actually prefer sleeping with her because, I don't know how to explain it, but I just loved having her burying her head in my chest. Anyways, I had to go home because it was 7pm and I had to finish some homework or something. Me and her were pretty heavy on Facebook. Facebook was practically our second voice. So we'd talk about everything there. We'd even talk about sex that day and how it felt. She was a virgin so when I came home and discovered a few drops of blood on my pants, I kind of found it funny. So we went onto progressing with our relationship, eventually having sex another 2 times and having a heck of a time together. Towards the end of the year, due to the lack of my homework (I'm more of a test/project based guy; give me a test and I'll ace it, or give me a project and I'll blow you away) one of my classes gave me a C as an overall grade and that didn't look good with the others (A, A, A). Sadly I knew I wasn't going to be accepted into her school because they don't look at other grades other than the first marking period. I could've gotten in if they looked at my overall year's grade but unfortunately that wasn't the case. So graduation was nearing, and I could tell she was really starting to worry about me not being able to physically see her as often as we would. She went onto receiving three accepted applications from three other high schools while I received four but were totally different from hers. On the last day of school, she was by her locker (which was coincidentally placed beneath mine) alone. She was sad and I knew it; she didn't have to tell me. I braced her on the locker and hugged her. Just plain hug her for a long time. I felt a tear soak into my shoulder pad on my vest. I looked up; she was crying. I'd always tell her to smile when she was sad or mad. And I never liked it when she cried because she was the type of girl that would make you feel sad by her appearing sad alone. I felt as though a kiss on her forehead would be appropriate, but since our relationship was madly sexual for some reason (Win? Hah!) She kissed me. I loved her. We graduated, bringing us to our freshman year in high school. For some reason, we started arguing a bit more. It was because of me. She was my first girlfriend and I didn't know what to expect or how to feel. At times when she'd have heavy projects or homework, I felt like I was being ignored so I'd ask her on Facebook if she even cared anymore (Really harsh, I know, I truly regret it). I felt like her friends were pulling her away from me, but it was all just a symptom of over thinking the actual situation. We'd argue, make up, make out, and repeat that process for like 50 times. It was December of freshman year in high school. Things were tense. Just the month before, I had taken went with her to the mall. Oddly enough, a new group of friend were with her, all females, same age. It ended bad I suppose. I wanted us to separate from them when we were in the mall together but she insisted she had to go to one of their houses. I disagreed. I forgot to mention that it is really hard to argue with me. One of my "qualities" is literally winning arguments. Though this may seem good, it isn't at times, especially between me and her. Though I found a valid point of why she should just leave them in the mall and come with me, we both seemed to ignore my idea. She was walking out; her idiotic friends persuaded her to leave (Which brings me to another point. I can also be regarded to as a master manipulator. For me, it's very easy to get someone to do something for me). I stopped her about 3 times talking to her. She said it was okay and that she wasn't feeling well and insisted she should leave. They left. I was in the mall alone for about 2 hours or so in Macy's just strolling around, looking at clothing that had been left on the benches of which people had tried on, but were to careless to return. Called my dad to pick me up because I hadn't felt like taking the train home. The following day, me and her talked on Facebook. Well, not really; I left her an extensive message about the little scenario in the mall with her friends. I honestly regret doing that. I'm not an emotional guy, but she was extremely special, words cannot explain how special she was to me. She impacted my life. And if you're wondering, yes, through various points of typing this, I was on the brink of tears. Anyways, we were pretty dead for a week. It was now December 24th, 2011; Christmas Eve. We had a small talk that ended up with a big outcome. She broke up with me. The scene was just too much for me to comprehend. I mean, I thought this wasn't even happening, how could I lose someone I love so dearly like that?! But unfortunately, it was real. And when reality struck, I broke down. I literally cried for about 2 hours straight. I begged her to come back, but she said she'd think about it (Don't let the text fool you, she was really emotional but did not want to reveal that in her response towards me in fear that I would know she was weak). I invited her to my house, she looked dry, as if she had walked through a baron dessert. We went to my room, she sat down on my bed and I sat down in front of her. We hadn't exchanged words for a while. I kneeled down before her and lay my head in her lap while hugging her. I began to cry; I don't know how, I was trying to tell her to come back, but the tears took over. She did too, but not as much as me. I kissed her. I told her I was sorry. It was more elaborate, but I'm just paraphrasing this part so I don't tear up about it. Anyways, I walked her out of my room, downstairs, and ironically; it was raining that day. I loved the rain; it inspired me as a cinematographer and made me happy. But not that day. She walked alone in the rain home. I had to run back to my room for I would start balling in front of my mom if I had remained there. The breaking news spread on Facebook. People were amazed.

PART 3

Everyone literally thought that we'd be the couple to remain together forever; though this would've been possible if it weren't for my agressive , uncalled for arguments about her caring. As I've mentioned before, I'm not really an emotional person, so I was able to switch out of my sad mood quite fast that day. The switch wasn't for the better though, but rather, worse. I became infuriated. I felt as though I needed to be heard for some reason. I felt like I was made a fool of and that she had used me (she didn't, my mind had tricked me). I instantly referred to Facebook to construct a quite lengthy status about her being a "whore and a careless, futureless ". Surprised as to why I even said that? Yes, I am too. I don't even know how this anger came about me. The status lit on fire with "likes" and over 900+ comments. It wasn't long before she found it. It made her cry in her bed, I was filled with joy once she said that. I am capable of being really twisted, demented, and evil at times. Even within the beginning of our relationship, I was like that to other people but her. But this time, it all focused on her. Her whole school practically hated me for the status while I had racked in a ton of fans for some reason and became famous with what I had said. The hate between me and her lasted for about 8 months. She told my cousin that she wanted to be friends with me but she was scared to ask. After the period of 8 months, I felt the same. But no one knew I still loved her, even through the heated argument online. Never in one point of our pre/post relationship did I not love her. Even when I called her those bad things, deep down inside, I loved her. We became good friends, nearly or just a step away from best friends after about 2 months prior to the 8 months. Everything from then on was basic, as if it was the mere beginning of 8th grade.
This brings us to now, November 16, 2012. I talk to her on a daily basis, well sometimes not everyday due to homework, but we're pretty consistent. I haven't seen her in about a month. Every time we converse, I have the urge to yell out how much I love her. It kills me a little bit every time that happens. I just end up having to laugh it off sometimes. She knows that in the future, I'll be the only one of her friends raking in huge amount of money do my future majoring in Oncology and profitting hobby of media. So we talked about college and life after college recently and I jokingly said I needed someone to cook for me in my huge house when I'm older because I'd be lazy. She literally agreed to that which sparked some joy and a hint of hope inside. She said she had been influenced by me to progress in her art in hopes of profiting from it, but she isn't really sure about that now. I'm inferring it's because of her dad. She isn't really close to him. Anyways, we've been talking about still hanging out with each other in the future, and I think she might be aware that I still like her, but not so sure if she knows I love her. Two weeks ago, I shared a dream with her. In my dream, I proposed to her, and it was pretty nice. I didn't tell her the girl in my dream was her though hah. Here's what I actually said in a chat with her; everything is said by me:

"I couldn't think of a way to do it considering I'm shy and stuff. Well seemingly at least. So I took her to this really nice restaurant. Kept everything in uniform so you know that restaurant was top notch.
 


Talked for a few minutes



 you know



normal stuff



 funny stuff



 crazy stuff yeah



 lol



. Then our order came



 and it was marvelous.



They hand placed the caviar so neat.



 Like



 I didn't want to eat it cause it was soooooo neat but I did



 but in the center of her plate



 there was a pretty nice looking, robust clam shell



. It sparked some interest based upon her facial expression.



So I was all like OMG they gave you a clam



not fair.



 LOL



 so I kind of stalled her curiosity of the clam by talking to her about this other non existent girl



which she thought was real



and I was all like



You know



 I've achieved a lot of things in life so far. Got everything I ever really wanted. So I figured why not get married?



Then I told her



I bought a $30,000 custom made ring for this girl (the non existent one)



and I didn't know how to pop the question.



So I asked her how I should do it



She shared her ideas, but you could tell she was saddened trying to hold it back.







At one point she even came close to being annoyed about the whole success story with this girl.



And after we finished the caviar and all she asked for an extra set of special widened spoons to eat the stuff in the clam, though she hadn't opened it yet.



I was like, you know, they usually just put those on the plates for show.



She wanted to take it home and I was all like



ehhh, its just a clam. At least open it and make sure there aren't any dead sea creatures inside.



She was saddened even more :3



Then she opened it revealing the ring



and her face was



 omg



 drop dead priceless.



Tears emerged from her eyes like super fast



I was actually amazed.







She was shaking her head saying yes cause she couldn't speak. I had her speechless~



 The people around us were clapping



 and what not



 it was a really lavish place 



so all the other customers were wealthy too



it was like a beach side place you know.


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You're probably asking yourself why it seems so animated in terms of its form and diction. It's because on Facebook, in a chat session, I don't really focus on those things hah. Only on forums and in real life.
I just, I mean I don't know. I love her so much, and I don't want to lose her. I want to marry her and just be with her forever. There is literally no one like her. And I don't know if I'm doing the right thing or not. If you're wondering, I've changed for the better, I don't argue with her anymore as I'm trying to adapt in a form of which one day I will regain her heart. What do you think about this choice? Do you oppose it, agree with it, have any additions? I need help. Ahh. Well thank you. Feel free to ask any questions.

Sorry I had to break it into three parts guys. The character limit was 8,000 and I had produced nearly double the amount at 16,650.