Falling In Love Short Story

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I HAVE KNOWN
There’s always that one guy who gets a hold on you. I’m talking epic. That “can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t do your homework, can’t stop giggling, can’t remember anything but his smile” kind of hold.
Until suddenly you wake up one morning and realize the truth: that some boy, a boy you have known your whole life, a boy you never even dreamed is suddenly all you think about.
The problem is, for me, there is absolutely nothing fun about falling in love. Mostly it just makes you feel sick, crazy and anxious that it is going to end miserably and ruin your whole life.
Okay, yes, he smells amazing. Yes, you melt whenever he texts you saying good morning and good night messages. Yes, he holds your hand on the way to the city. Yes, when …show more content…

Falling in love is pretty much the same as being eaten alive by a savage animal. Believe me because I know. Did I mention? It happened to me. No, I do not mean that I was eaten alive by a savage animal. The way I went was much, much worse.
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I am Sylvia Juliano. I almost had everything. I had the perfect family: Mom, Dad and Julian. I had the perfect best friends: Cangelle, Vanessa and Rogie Ann. And I had the perfect boyfriend, Tom Domingo.
I was …show more content…

“Nooo! This may just be a nightmare!” I said to myself uneasily.
“What is going on here?” I cried.
Nobody answered me. Nobody heard me. Nobody could see me.
I forced myself to remember everything that happened and I suddenlyfigured all my years had caught up with me. In an instant, the whole evening came rushing back, slamming into my memory like a thousand pounds of brick. The force of it sent me backward, and I tried to steady myself by grabbing the chair beside me but my hand went right through it and I fell onto the floor.
I calmed down and finally remembered everything. There must have been something really, really wrong with me after all.
Suddenly, I also remembered the last thing Tom, my ex-boyfriend had said from across the table. The last words I ever heard as a living girl. The five worst words in the history of the English language.
“I don’t love you anymore.”
That was right before the whole room went black. Before that terrible ripping, throbbing, searing pain shot through my chest like nothing I’d ever felt or could have ever

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