Real Love Stories and Betrayal: Lessons Learned

Yesterday I was watching high school albums and I found one with a boy that I had a crush on. We grew apart but we were close friends. Our love story didn't turn out well.

At first, he didn't pay attention to me and he ignored me. Later, we became friends and started sending text messages. He told me all about his childhood and I did the same. A few weeks later, we started flirting and everyone thought we were a couple. One day we went on a date, he treated me very well, and we realized that we had a lot in common. He supported me a lot and finally, we fell in love. He met my relatives and I met his. But one day we broke up because I found out that he didn't like me because he had fallen in love with another girl. We kept in touch for a few weeks but eventually, I got over him.

During that time, I realized that love is a real problem in our lives, but there are some cases where love is real and those are the brilliant couples.

Last year, my closest friend Lizzy and I were having lunch in a restaurant. We had been friends since we were little, and I knew that she had a boyfriend named Jame. Suddenly, when we finished having lunch, I saw Jame kissing another girl.

At first, I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, so I decided to keep an eye on them and follow them. If I hadn't done that, I may not have discovered that Jame was being unfaithful. Later, I went home and called Lizzy. As soon as she answered, I told her what I had seen, even though I knew it could make them break up. While I was speaking with her, she told me that she was very thankful to me and that she didn't want to see James again.

During the following days, she ignored him and after a while, she managed to move on. Eventually, although they have reached a compromise, the relationship will never be the same.

Last weekend, there was a concert in Madrid. I went with my closest friends, some of them from my childhood. Something terrible happened that night - Irati went missing.

At first, before the concert, all of us were excited. We took public transport to commute to Madrid. We were all stunning, some wearing dresses and others beautiful shirts. However, when we entered the place, everything was crowded and dark. There wasn't any light. Suddenly, colored spotlights turned on and everything started to shine.

Before the concert ended, I asked Alba about Irati, but she ignored me. So, I waited until the concert was over. Then, Irati's sister asked me about her, but no one knew where she was. I was really worried. We started looking for her, asking in shops that were open round the clock and searching in dark alleys. Finally, I went to the bathroom and found her lying on the floor, passed out. I realized that she was drunk. Her sister broke down in tears when she saw her.

During the return trip, Irati was apologizing for everything that happened that night.