'I really love her.' He thought to himself, as he lay there on his bed. That was the first time in two years that he woke up on his own, and not from her in any way. He wanted her back, he needed her back. He wanted to hear her voice again, he wanted to make her laugh, he wanted to see her beautiful smile just one last time...He needed to. He turned over to face his dresser, only to see it filled with at the pictures they took together. He looked at the one they took at the fair just one day before they broke up, where he gave her the rose. They looked so happy in the picture. He smiled a little, as tears began to fill his eyes, he blinked, and then looked down at the floor, where his tears fell. He look at the stain on his carpet from the paint they spilled when they were painting his room together. Everything he looked at, reminded him of her, he couldn't keep his mind off of her, even though he wanted to more then anything. He sat up, he knew he couldn't just stay in bed all day, so he got up, and went down stairs. He saw his mother and father in the kitchen laughing, and making breakfast. He walked in, and sat down, they turned around, to see who it was, "Good morning sweety!!!" said his mother, "Why don't you call Christa to join us for breakfast?" He looked at his mom, as tears began to drip from his eyes and face, her smile began to fade, as she realized she had said something terribly wrong. "Christa and I..." He looked down, "we, broke up...last night" His mother and father looked at each other, as his mom began to cry. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't Kn-" "I know mom, it's not your fault...It's mine."
