Love Is Why We Are Called 'Human'

Every time I saw her, a needle stabbed my heart. It was as though a million lightning bolts had ran through my spine. I reached over and smacked him in the face,"You speak of lies." I whisper, and face toward the girl,"Please don't listen to him. You'll get robbed of your pride." I tell her. But she doesn't see to listen. I can see the scar I made upon his face, but turn to walk away. Every face is on me. Why should I care? I might as well have slapped myself in the face, I could feel the anger building up, and clenched my fists. I had to stop myself from turning around, and saying something I would regret forever. I could almost have steam coming out of my ears! Stopping myself from picking up something and throwing it at another something would be hard, as well.
I thought what was between us was stronger than life itself. Obviously, I was wrong! Like Aramantha had said, I was just another one of those teenage girls who think they're in love. How stupid I was. The foolishness I had showed was unbelievable! How desperate I must look. I must look stupid, altogether.
I opened the door to my car, and turned it on. The warm air gave me a sense of of being comforted. The hot air felt wonderful on my ice-cold skin. Maybe someday I'd actually fit into this world...