~Jacob~

            Here it was, Friday night. How was I spending it? Alone in my condo with the knowledge that Aubrey was on a date with him tonight. Facebook sucks. It’s like, no, I don’t want to know that the love of my life was going on a date with a guy who probably plays every girl who gives him a chance. That guy has been nothing but a slimy snail since the moment I met him. I would do anything to have her back, every little piece of her. The fact that she acts like everything’s okay- but I knew when she said “I’m fine.” That she was either 1) Lying. Or 2) Didn’t want to talk about it. I love the way she’d fight exhaustion just to hear my voice. Or the way she baked when something was really wrong. But I knew I loved her when we were 13. It was our first sleepover, and she had just showered and taken off all her make-up. It was an indescribable feeling. I knew in a split second that the 13 year old girl in Spongebob pajamas would someday be the woman I married, had children with, and died loving. I was so deep in thought I hadn’t realized that tears were openly flowing down my face and soaking my A Day to Remember shirt I got with her at Warped Tour when we were 14. Everything I did reminded me of her, of times when I couldn’t imagine life without her, because living life without her, wasn’t really living at all.

*author's note: I'd really appreciate some feedback at this point, i'm terribly sorry about the long lapse in chapters. If you did take the time to read this, thank you. :) I apologize for not keeping up on my chapters. But there are more coming. Promise.