one:  you'd sit in your room long evenings eating chocolates while you would listen to the same trashy lovesong all over again (and again). you would feel pleasantly sad swearing your life was the worst one the world had ever seen. in the snow you would feel lonely and brave, wrapping yourself up in your winter coat, telling yourself his heart was cold like this season and you'd die if there wasn't some sunlight soon. you'd write dramatic lines into your diary, just like in a movie.

two:  you wouldn't sleep all night long just to be tired the next morning because you'd meet him and you'd want to fall asleep in his arms. you'd watch pictures of him asking yourself why you'd deserve this god like boy and whenever he'd make you happy you wouldn't know how to thank him. you'd let the whole world know by putting photos of you two into msn - and silently you'd sing "i'm the lucky one, i'm the lucky one - while you aren't".

three:  you'd bite into your own stomach with every mouthful of food while chewing was even more horrible. you'd taste iron and salt, not fresh summer ice cream, and it would somehow remember you on the blood you licked off your wirst last night. you'd watch the vomit coming back up into the toilet bowl while you'd suffocate from sickness. and you'd taste the alcohol, and the anti-depressants that were ment to destroy you finally. the thought of his last touch, smile or his last gentle word would make you losing your mind and you'd consider life as the worst nightmare.