Dear Anabelle,
In my days I have had many different types of breakups. The first was when i was in third grade and I had a crush on the hottest girl in our class, Janelle Carney.
She was tall, blonde, and preppy. I had been waiting for the right moment to present its self so that I could ask her out and then it hit me that I could ask her on Valentine's Day! On that day as I walked down to the bus I stopped at every house and picked fresh flowers and made a bouquet, my hands were so sweaty that when I would cut the flowers off I would inevitably cut my hand on thorns as I attempted to arrange the roses.
Once I got to my class room I saw here and our eyes met immediately, I took one big gulp and walked up to Janelle. Looking at the ground I asked here if she would be my valentine, to which she took the flowers out of my hand, threw them on the ground and spit on them and declared, "No Drew Forester I would never want to be your Valentine!"
The other break ups were more complicated, but to me that one was the second I learned I would never understand why girls are always so mean. From that came a great friendship with Janelle in High School and every year she would apologize for her actions that day. I still feel burned to this day, but atleast now I have a hotter Valentine and a cute little girl to be my valentine.
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