I just got off the phone with my good friend Sam.
Baaghhhh...she lives all the way in Florida now >_<. The last I had seen her was near eight months ago, when my world ended and was reborn in a graduation from high school. She's still Sam, ya know, and thats good. Ill give you the low down, from what I remember, of her appearance. She's about 17 (
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How are you doing. I know I don't talk to you much. But honestly I just need someone to talk to. I guess I chose you because you were good friends with Aida, and I guess you could say that you are like the only one of Aida's friends that doesn't hate me. I'm not trying to convince anything to you... I just want to say what I need to say. Well... where to start...
Lately Aida and I had been arguing a lot. But I still wanted so badly for us to work on things and make things work between us. I constantly told her that relationships aren't easy, you have to work hard at it and take risks. But all along I just felt like she wasn't listening. Several weeks ago, we got into another arguement, and I just wanted to talk to her about it. But instead she decided to go to the mall, which she invited me to go with her so we could talk there. But I didn't want to go because her friend Gibran, who doesn't like me, was going and I didn't think we would be able to talk because of that. So I told her to just call me when she got back so that we could talk. Hours pass by, and she finally gets home, and I have to go pick her up and Gibran's. She then tells me that she is going dancing and invites me to come along. I told her I wanted to talk instead, but she decided to just go dancing.
Well I guess when she went dancing, Gibran introduced Aida to this guy named Walberto. And the whole night I could not get a hold of Aida. It turns out, I found out the next morming, that Aida, Gibran and Walberto had gone to Sedona and all these other things and Aida went to sleep at Walberto's apartment. She also told me something that Walberto said to her; it was something to the extent of "If I were with you I would do anything to make you happy." As soon as Aida told me that, I knew that Walberto liked Aida. I constantly told Aida this, and asked her if he said he liked her, or if she liked him; the reply was always "no" or "I don't know." I was enraged at the fact that she didn't call me or let me know what she was doing all night, because I worry. So I decided to tell her we had to take a break then. We eventually got back together about 3 days later though, and we were keeping positive about our relationship.
So because I cared about Aida and didn't want to keep her from seeing her friends, I allowed her to continue hanging out with Walberto, even though I had a gut bad feeling about him. Then this weekend I went home so that I could rent a tuxedo for my brother's wedding at the end of the month.
Before I left, it had seemed like things between us were going to be okay. I guess you could say things were looking good. I called her when I got home and she was hanging out with Gibran and Walberto, which I tried not to mind. I didn't say anything about it. But then the next day, she would not answer her phone at all. Until finally I called her sunday evening and she was sleeping.
She told me that she had been out all night with Walberto. She sounded tired like she hadn't gotten any sleep.
Well completely out of the blue, Aida tells me that she's not sure she wants to be with me anymore. So automatically I say to her, "Aida, tell me what happened this weekend." Obviously something had to have happened for her to all of a sudden not want to be with me anymore.
She was hesitant to tell me at first, but she told me that she had spent the night with Walberto. She said that he tried to kiss her, but she didn't let him. But then they talked about how they felt for eachother and she said that she has feelings for him and he does too. At first she told me that they were not going to get together. But the next day she told me that they are now together.
Well I just got back to Flagstaff (Tuesday Morning). And I am fucking miserable. We talked a little bit when I got in. We argued a little, but at the end, we left deciding we would try to be friends and we would still be a part of eachother's lives. I told her I would try, but it would be hard for me.
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