I have been in a relationship with a girl for a little over two years.
She is one of the nicest, most honest, kindest people I have ever met.
We met in college, when I was a junior in college and she was in her second year at college.
She was a senior in college.
I met her in a sorority house, a fraternity house, and then I met up with her in the dorms of another college, where we became best friends.
I would come to her apartment after school and I would hang out with her, we would watch movies together, and we would talk about life, our relationships, and everything else.
I think she saw me through my relationship with my first girlfriend, which I thought was a wonderful thing to do.
I had a very good relationship with that first girl.
I didn’t have any problems with her.
And then when we were both in college together, things went a little bit differently.
She decided to move in with me in my apartment, which was nice, because she had been living with a friend of mine, and that was nice for us.
She lived with him for a few weeks, and he lived with her for a while, and she ended up moving in with him.
We got married.
And in college she started hanging out with me.
She came over to my apartment one day, and I think the reason she came over was because she was jealous of my relationship.
She said, “You know, I have a crush on you.”
I was like, “What?
No, I don’t have a thing for you.
You are so nice, and you make me feel like I’m so much more than what I am.”
She was like that, too.
And that was the first time I had ever felt like she had feelings for me, or that she liked me.
But she was very jealous of me, because I am a gay guy.
She wanted me to be her boyfriend, because then she could talk about all of the gay guys she was dating.
So she decided to get rid of me.
That’s when things got really weird.
She went over to her roommate, who she called “B.S.,” and she told him she was going to kill me, and just killed me.
He was so shocked.
She started threatening me with rape and stuff, and so he was like my roommate, and now I am his roommate.
She’s really scary.
So I left her.
She didn’t even bother to tell me why she was doing that.
So he came over and he was very scared and worried and worried about me.
And I told him that I didn, too, and when I told B.S. about it, he said, you know, “It’s all your fault.
You didn’t tell me that.
You did everything you did to me, to make me hate you.”
He told me he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, and it was his fault.
I said, I love you.
He said, You love me more than anybody else.
That was the last time I ever spoke to him, because he left me that day.
She told me that the next day, she would kill herself.
I guess she was really worried about it.
She ended up committing suicide.
I’m not saying I blame her, because if you look at her life, she was a very caring person.
But that day she went and did the unthinkable.
She made her life worse, and my life better, and this is what happened.
The next day she took a knife to her throat and slit her throat.
I just remember the feeling of dread and terror.
That night she woke up, she said, and all of a sudden she was like this horrible person, and everybody was like “Oh, she’s dead.”
She said that she felt so bad, because we had been talking about being friends and being together and all that, and to see her just do that was really bad.
That day she made me promise that I would never talk to her again.
The first time we talked I was really happy and kind of comfortable with it.
But I couldn’t keep it.
I wanted to break it off.
I did not want to go back to my girlfriend, and at that point, it was kind of hard to do it.
We tried dating again, and the next time she moved in with us, she didn’t really change her behavior.
I remember the day that we started dating, she texted me saying, “We can talk about things now.”
I said that was okay, because you know how you think?
I didn.
I was upset.
I wasn’t going to talk to this person anymore, because my girlfriend didn’t like me, but I said I would talk to you.
I made a promise to her that I will never talk with her again, because, for