A few years ago I fell in love with the one I thought I would be with forever. I picked up my life and moved over 5 hours away to be with him. At first things were amazing, on our anniversary (one whole month!) he gave me a diamond heart necklace that I never took off... It stood for our love and it was supposed to be ever lasting. After about a year of bliss I went home for the holidays and he stayed home (he couldn't get the time off of work). December 23rd I found out that he was in a hotel with another girl, I called him and confronted him about it and he begged for my forgiveness... and I took him back.

Everything was fine for about 6 months, until he started acting weird again. One day his cell was ringing and I picked it up... He flipped out and knocked me over trying to get the phone away from me. I knew then and there he was cheating on me again. I confronted him and he admitted it... He also told me that I had a week to get out of our home because his new girlfriend was moving in. I packed up my stuff and moved far away.

For the longest time I couldn't hold my head up high and I still continued to wear the heart necklace he had given me. One day after all the heartache and begging him to take me back it all clicked - why would I ever want someone who treated me like that?  I took the necklace off and stored it away. One day my friend was looking for donations of old items for an auction to support a dying child in the area. The next day I brought in the necklace and gave it to her. The necklace sold at the auction for quite a bit. It made me happy to know that out of all the misery that the relationship caused me, it ended up helping someone in the end.  I'm now happier than I've ever been dating a guy that I've been friends with for 6 years.  My ex is engaged to the girl he kicked me out for.  I wish them the best of luck.

I was sixteen and I was spending my first Valentine's Day with my first boyfriend ever. Somehow or another, there entered this gray plush alligator with a rose in its mouth. Either it was for him, or it was for me, can't remember... but somehow, I ended up with it. I loved that thing. I slept with it every night, and he took it when I went off to college.  Alfred the Alligator passed between us every time we saw one another, until it finally ended up with me. We tried to patch things together after two and a half years of a shaky relationship, and I finally cut ties completely just shy of three years. But I still had Alfred.

When I finally moved to the city I live in now , I adopted a wonderful Labrador-mix puppy to be my constant companion in a strange place. As I was unpacking, I unearthed Alfred and set him aside to be thrown away later. You can imagine my surprise and great amusement when I came back into the bedroom to find my puppy happily ravaging the last physical memory of a bad relationship. Alfred currently lives with the nearly grown dog, where she still cheerfully shakes him around, chews on him, and then curls up to go to sleep on him.   Ah, karma.

After 11 years of marriage to a man I discovered was a total idiot, we split up. I actually found him one night at my girlfriend's house - I walked into her house to find them making out.  Anyway, he would do idiot things to irritate me. His favorite was vacuuming in the middle of the night, knowing full well that it would keep me awake and result in a bit of drama. We were split up for 4 years before I finally filed for divorce (I was able to stay on his health insurance during the split. I figured he owed me something for all the crap he put me through).

The divorce was days from being final, and he died. I got the life insurance money, all his stuff - car, furniture, etc... and his ashes after I decided to have him cremated.  I donated his stuff to charity and instead of a funeral, I had some friends over for a "vacuum party".  Yep, I vacuumed those ashes!!!

When I was starting junior high, I was manically depressed (Looking back now, there is no other way for me to put it).  I woke up most days wishing I hadn't, and I spent my days feeling completely segregated from my classmates, my family, and my friends. Best of all, I refused to admit I had anything wrong with me. After all, I was in junior high, and I was too damned cool to care when people could see me! When I was alone, it was a totally different story.

Then I met this wonderful, amazing, seemingly flawless boy. He was older than me, handsome, fairly intelligent, and best of all, he was a musician. A drummer of eleven years, a guitarists and a bassist, and a vocalist. We connected immediately, like the flawless flow of rain into a river. It didn't take long until one of us said the "L" word. From there on out, it was two years of bliss, pain, anger, love . . . It was perfect, it was real, and it was all I had anticipated in a relationship (More in some areas, both good an bad).

For our first Valentine's Day, he sent me this card (which he made by hand) and pick. On the inside, he suggested making a necklace with the pick, which I did. I still wear it almost daily. This pick is among my most treasured possessions. If I can't find it, I panic. We had everything against us, but we bore through it as best we could. He was three years older than I, a sophomore, turning to a junior, in high school, we were 1,250 miles apart, and we lived completely different lives. He lived in a home without love, I grew up never knowing true wanting. Things soured at the end of the second year, however. He wanted to go to London to play with a band, I was entering my sophomore year. We broke up willingly. Two years of my life, gone with three small words  "Go to London," I told him. He never went because two members of the band were killed. We never got back together.  We don't talk anymore. He's with a new girl now, proclaiming his love for her.  I get sick thinking about it and my heart clenches in pain. I still love him with all I have, even after a year, and I want to forget. I want to move on and learn to love again with my new beau, but I can't forget. And I can't throw his necklace away because it's the only connection I have with him now, and I believe it's the only one I'll ever have from here on out.

I remember when I was in year 7 I was going out with this guy named Jack. He was my first real relationship and we had the best times ever. Well anyway one day I got really angry at him over something that I can't even remember anymore and well I told him to prove to me that he loved me (even though we probably didn't even know what love was back then). Well the next time I saw him he gave me an envelope and told me to open it when I got home. When I arrived home I opened it right away. The envelope simply just contained 1000 I love yous written continuously. I was the sweetest thing ever. Every time I look at my box of 'memories' and I see those letters I can't help but smile.

i had a boyfriend about a year ago, and around christmas he went shopping with my best girlfriend to pick me out a present with her help. well, they went into this hello kitty store and he decided to buy me a gigantic, stuffed pig. god knows why he would spend $80 on a stuffed animal, but i loved it nonetheless. that is until the 8th time he cheated on me and i realized the symbolism behind his buying me a pig of all animals.

My now exboyfriend was deployed overseas for a year. We decided to end our long distance relationship (plane tickets are expensive!) and actually move in together. So I was driving, with my life in my car, 1000 miles from my hometown to a city where I knew no one. I planned on waiting a year for him to come home so we could get our lives started.

When I made it to my new place, his parents helped move all of his things into my (our) new apartment. His bed, dresser, couch, dishware, TV etc etc. You name it, it was here. Things went well for most of the year. He came home from leave for a week after 6 months. But a couple months before his big day back home he stopped saying I love yous. Then he said we should live in separate places. He started acting strange. Then he broke up with me, over webcam while he was overseas. This was the man of my dreams and he dumps me a month before he's suppose to come home. I left my entire life behind to be with him, and I never got to see him come home. I had dreamed of that day for a year!

A few months later I find out he's already living with someone else. And I have ALL of his stuff. Well, not anymore - I'd rather sleep on the floor than in his bed, eat with my hands than use his forks, stare at the wall than watch his TV. Every inch of my apartment used to have part of him in it. It was almost unlivable. I felt like I was being haunted by an evil spirit. Oh, and that family heirloom in the picture? Rotting in a landfill somewhere.

I started dating my best friend's brother... we had been dating 3 months on valentines and he surprised me with a diamond necklace... but is was really not my type at all, yes yes it was diamond but it was like one of those trail of diamonds and totally not my type. You don't understand, I am FAR from romantic, wasn't in love, annoyed by him, stressed out and not in the mood for a diamond necklace... poor guy...

Later he told me it was really his sister's (my best friend) necklace but she couldn't enjoy it because she didn't have a guy to share it with. A week later he told me he loved me, I said "kudos's" and a week later... i broke his heart  :X  sorry dude.

I was madly in love with my boyfriend of 2 years. He was amazing and everything I've ever wanted and my first true love. Well he moved to Michigan from New York and we decided to have a long distance relationship.

One day while joking around he said we should break up but still be "together." I loved him so much I would've done whatever he wanted. He said he just needed a break.  Uh huh...a break. 

Well we were still "together" with the I Love You's and everything but I didn't even get a call from him on valentine's day. A couple days went by and he just said he was busy so I got over it. About 4 weeks later I called his house bc his cell was off and his sister told me he "was out with his girlfriend."  I have never felt pain like I felt when I heard her say those words.  When I confronted him about it he said he asked her out on Valentine's Day hence no call for me. To this day I lose my appetite when I think about that stupid hallmark holiday.

Well, I had a boyfriend who liked to buy me stuff. That would have been great had he liked to talk to me too. He bought me an old nintendo DS one Christmas. I didn't think much of it at the time. I mean, I liked it, but I didn't play it much. Not soon after, we broke up. It was horrible. I felt horrible. In a fit of not knowing what to do with myself I went to Target and bought myself a Mario Bros. game. I used to love them when I was a kid. I got home and sat on my couch with my DS and my new game...and I didn't get up for about 3 hours. And when I did get up, I felt much better. Nintendo actually helped me through my break up and now I use my DS all the time. I'm kind of a dork about it. Sooner than later I will have to move on to the new DS lites as my old one is giving out. But, I think it might be the best thing that came out of that relationship. That and the understanding that just because someone buys you a DS doesn't mean they want to talk to you.