I was 15. There were guests over. And even though cell phones came just into existence, we used land lines. My cordless wasn't working so I was on the phone, in the living room sofa. The guests over were relatives so I didn't care. I was on the phone on the sofa, facing the wall. In the middle of talking, I start crying. I know there are people behind me... drinking and making merry. I don't care. I'm too heartbroken to care about anything else.

So I continue the conversation which is pretty much consisting of "why!! I love you!" and people behind me are having drinks and enjoying. But then they notice me because I get louder. I hang up, there's nothing else to say. I turn around, I got tears in my eyes, and all the adults are staring at me. I run inside! It was embarrassing, it was heartbreaking, it was fucking suicidal. I still remember it so vividly because it was so unexpected given the situation... and that's a long story.

But to sum up, I learned that you can love someone and go to the end of the world for them while they don't even blink an eye for you..... as in, you can do a lot for them but they won't do shit for you, except claim that they love you. And those are empty words.