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If I Say I Love You...
Published Mar 17, 2013


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Hi everyone! This is my fourth story and I hope you like it! I looove comments and ratings (but comments especially:D) Thanks!

Hi everyone! This is my fourth story and I hope you like it! I looove comments and ratings (but comments especially:D) Thanks! "Why are you doing this to me?" I ask. Tears freely flow from my eyes.

HE stands there. His hands out in front of him. "Because I don't love you. I'm sorry for leading you on. I should have told you before it got out of hand. I am sorry if you ever thought I loved you." He gulps.
"But, but, Jake...I thought you loved me. You told me you did and I said it back. You promised you'd never leave me! You said you'd never hurt me! Why did you lie to me?" I blubber. He flinches.

"I'm sorry." He gestures towards my car. We stand outside in the quiet stillness of the night."Maybe you should leave."

I stare at the floor. Why does he hate me? "But Jake. Please, I'm sorry. Whatever I did just tell me! Please! After all that time, all those things you told me. All the things I told you. You're just going to...forget them? I love you! You said you loved me!" He looks at me.

"Please just leave." He looks anywhere but at me. He's so disgusted with me that he can't even look at me? What did I do?
"Goodbye Leilani." Without another word, walks inside. I stand out in the darkness. Alone.

I hadn't done anything wrong. I thought we were doing great. We were so in love. And for him to tell me it was all fake? My heart throbs in my chest and my head feels dizzy.

Realization hits me; I've lost him forever. Why? WHY? What did I do to deserve this?
"Why doesn't he love me? Why is he doing this to me?" I whisper as tears fall down my cheek.

It's not fair.I leave my car and I start walking home when I trip and fall...
My eyes flew open. A little disoriented I sat up and shook my head. I was just in my bedroom. That must've been a dream. I got up and went into the bathroom to wipe the sweat off my forehead.

My heart was pounding hard and my knees were wobbling. As I stood there looking in the mirror, I started wondering about the dream. That had happened over four years ago; why was I having dreams about it now? It didn't hurt any less though.
In fact, it hurt me worse. All these past years, I had been trying to get over him. All this time hanging out with friends, getting my mind off of him. I thought maybe I had made a little progress, but if I'm still thinking about that incident so much that i dreamed about it...

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and laid back down in my bed. I looked at the clock that sat near my pink sheeted bed. Four A.M. exactly. No point in going back to sleep. I'll just have to get up in two hours anyways. I got back up and went in the living room to watch TV.
I turned on the T.V. and lay there thinking.

I hadn't thought about that night in so long. I could still see the disappointment in his face. I could remember the pain of rejection. The way I died that day. Of course my body was in fine condition, but my heart; it was gone. He had taken it with him when he left me. I still couldn't understand what I did. We were happy together having in the park. We always did that on anniverseries. 1 month anniversary. 2 month. 3 month. THe list goes on and on and stops at 3 years.

I know that I should get over it. But its not something that you can just brush off.
I ran my hand through my white-blonde hair. How could I forget that night? It was a horrible night. OKay, when someone says they love you; they usually mean it right? I guess not. After that; after him; I gave up on love. I could never love again.

I looked at the clock. 5:32 A.M.. Might as well get ready for work. Something to distract me. I might get all depressed again.
I pulled on a simple white blouse and tucked it into grey skirt. I slipped on some heels ad then looked in the mirror. Eh, I look fine, I thought to myself. I braided my hair to the side. I stopped caring so much about what I looked like a long time ago.

I walked quietly into the kitchen to get breakfast. I lived with my sister and her boyfriend. She was always more like my mother to me. I had a stepmother after my real mother died when I was three. When my father remarried stepmother, she already had children. SO from that day on, I had a big sister and a little brother. Marissa had been like a mom to me ever since.
I grabbed a cereal box and poured some into a bowl. Her boyfriend, Derek, was a pretty good guy. He was always nice to me. THe lovely thing was; Marissa and Derek were so in love. Sometimes, I would find myself envying my sister. But it would never lasts. I love her too much and I already feel like such a burden living here with her. But she insisted.

I absentmindedly ate my cereal as the minutes passed by...
"Good morning, Leilani!" A cheerful voice said. I jumped and turned around in my chair.

"Ditto." I said back. I smiled the best I could.

"Whats wrong?" She frowned. "Were you thinking about...him?" She took cautious breath.

My sister knew all about Jake. I sighed. "No." I lied. I hated lying to her, but I didn't feel like explaining it. "I'm just tired." I cleaned my bowl and yelled, "Bye!"

"Bye..." She said back slowly as I slipped out the door.

"Hey, Charlotte?" I asked as I drove.

"Yeah?" She answered. Charlotte was my friend from work.

"I need you to tell my boss I'm not coming back to work today. I don't feel good." I was on my lunch hour and I finally gave in to myself and started to the place. Just to look around.

"You sound fine." A small voice said on the other line.

"Well, I'm not." I turned the corner and stopped at a familiar house. "Please?"

"Alright, bye." SHe hung up the phone and I dropped mine into my purse and stepped out of the car.

I knew that this wasn't good 'therapy' for getting over Jake, but I had to come here.

His house looked the same as it did four years ago. He and his family had promptly moved out two days after he dumped me. Lucky him. He could get away from me. But I couldn't seem to get away from him.

No one lived here. No one ever tried to buy it. They eventually just took the for sale sign out of the property. It was rusting.
As I walked around the property, emotions flooded in and memories came back to me... Some good some bad. But, mostly good. The thing I hated most about him was that when he left me, I could never get over it. I know, I should; but I remember everything so vividly.

I remember how I ran over crying to his house when my dog died. I remember that stupid pink bear I gave him for valentines day. I remember the way he kissed me. I had never felt that way about anyone ever. And I never will again.
Gosh I can be so dramatic sometimes. I smiled. I walked around that house all day. I just loved reliving those happy memories. They gave me some comfort. I had an idea. I walked up to the front door and tried the handle. Surprisingly enough, it was unlocked. I probably looked really creepy, but I walked inside.

The weird thing was; all their furniture was there. Right down to the dishes in the cabinets. Everything was untouched. Like instead of moving, they just disappeared.

I brushed the feeling off and looked around. So many memories. There was the couch where we had our second kiss. Our first kiss was outside in the woods. He took me there when I was upset about breaking up with my boyfriend. We sat there and talked for hours. I felt comfortable; safe even, with him. Then at the end of the night, the moon was out and the stars twinkled through the branches of the trees he leaned down and kissed me. It was amazing.

I heard myself sigh.
I walked upstairs to his room and looked around. The blue paint was electric looking and a bit dirty. It still has his bed sheets and his pictures and momentos.

It almost weirded me out that he left everything. Nothing was brought with them. Nothing at all. I wish I would have asked more questions. I wish so much that I could go back and find out why he was leaving. So many unanswered questions could give you a headache.

I spotted something that made me want to cry and smile at the same time.
When he broke up with me, I thought he would have gotten rid of all the stuff I had ever given him or burned pictures of me. But this proved me wrong.

I looked over to the side and gasped. The pink Valentine bear that I gave to him was sitting nicely on the floor. At first, I didn't think it was a big deal. He probably just left it thinking it wasn't important anymore. I fought back my tears.

On the brown desk was a picture of him and me. I walked over to it. I had never seen this picture before. I had never seen it in his room ever. And yet, there it sat. It looked new and fresh. On the top of the frame were the words, "My love, Lulu." My heart fluttered. Jake was the only person who ever called me that.
Seeing this made it hurt, but over the years I have learned very well how to hide your emotions. Bottle them up, without letting them spill over. And though it may hurt, it's better than getting treated like a baby all the time.

I decided I had been a stalker for long enough and walked downstairs and out the door. That's when I saw a man putting a long pole into the ground. Intrigued, I went over to him to ask.
His beard was white and his hair matched perfectly, and his clothes were brown and dirty. I tapped him on the shoulder and he stood straight up.

"Pardon me, miss. I was just gettin' this here 'Sold' sign in the ground. Finally someone has bought this old house." He gave a throaty laugh.

I stopped, my head whirling. The house was sold? Who bought it? When? How? It was all so confusing. This house wasn't even looked at for four years and now all of the sudden it's been sold?
"Do you know who bought it?" I asked the old worker. He shook his head and my heart sank.

"I'm sorry, miss. But you'll get to meet them soon." he smiled as he spoke showing off his brown and yellow speckled teeth.

"Yes, well thank you." I said as I hurried to my car. I jumped in and zoomed home.
My mind was racing. Who could have bought that house? It was abandoned and no one gave it any thought. It would be finality to have someone move in to that house though. To prove once and for all that Jake was...gone.

I loved him. Scratch that; I LOVE him. He was everything to me. I don't know what I did to make him hate me but that was over. There was nothing he could do that would make me hate him. He would always be in my heart.

I arrived home and hopped out of the car. I was emotionally exhausted and ready for bed.
I changed into my PJ's and, not bothering to eat dinner, brushed my teeth and crawled into bed.

"What an odd day." I declared out loud to the empty room I laid in.

Suddenly a chill crept up my spine. I felt like someone was...watching me. I rose from my bed and peered out the window.

I gasped.
Two cat-like eyes shined in the dark night intently watching me. It was a man; considering the way he was built and his face was surrounded by a dark hood.

When he saw I noticed him he ran into the trees that surrounded the area. By then I was shaking. I ran down the stairs and; though I know it was a bad idea; carefully stepped outside.
THe air was cool and made me shiver. I looked around and saw nothing; as if the man had never even been out here. I was about to go in, when something caught my eye.

A small square object sat upright in the middle of the lawn, close to the area where the man was. I walked over to examine it.

As I neared it I realized it was a picture. I gasped again.
It was a picture of me.

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#1bobstpapstMar 17, 2013

Great start. I can't wait for the next chapter! \:\)

#2jadababy2003VIPMar 17, 2013

Wow, this was good...peaked my interest.

#3AlessaFayeMar 17, 2013

Interesting start! I love how it went from her acting like a stalker to being stalked at the end. Great chapter!

#4MaryJane1233Mar 17, 2013

Wow good job!

#5DoodlebugxoxoVIPMar 17, 2013

Wow, really good! I love the how it ends, leaves you want to more! Can't wait for the next chapter! \:rah\:\:rah\:\:rah\:

#6RamonnaVIPMar 17, 2013

Love it!! Can't wait for the next chapter!! \:\)

#7fruitopiaVIPMar 21, 2013

Good start, can't wait to read the rest

#8taylon1Mar 23, 2013

good job on the front page

#9Lovethesims34Apr 8, 2013

Love it!

#10fishologicalmoose134Apr 15, 2013

Amazing! And cool you got featured!\:\)

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