"Ohne Dich"

I sat upstairs in my room crying when I found out that I couldn't be with him anymore. You see, Sam is the love of my life, and I would do anything to be with him again, but my parents are evil and don't understand how love works for me. I mean, maybe at one time they knew it, but now they don't. It seems impossible for them to comprehend that I love Sam to death.1

Sam and I met in English class our Sophomore year. He sat in the very front, and I sat towards the back. I stood up for Sam when the class bully, Nathaniel, a junior, threatened to fight him and I told him to leave Sam alone.2

"Thanks," Sam said to me after class that day, offering up a small smile.3

Then, all of a sudden, things took a turn for the worst. Soon, everyone started picking me on and Sam, saying that we were a couple because we were always together. In the cafeteria, in the hallways in between classes, but we were just friends all the same until Sam came up with the idea that we should be boyfriend and girlfriend for real--then everyone would be off our backs about it.4

Sam's idea did work, but my parents did not agree. They said he was "no-count" and "good for nothing" when I brought him around for dinner once (after Sam left, of course) and forbade me to see him or speak with him again. Of course, I rebelled and still talked to him. Despite what my parents say, he wasn't any of those things to me. To me..he was just Sam, and I can't bear to live without him.