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I liked it. There were grammatical errors, but hey were all human and make mistakes (good thing we learn from them.). I was confused though on the part of love and romance? I think you should elaborate more on that.

So, love only in fiction, eh? I like the piece, because I could feel a connection to the main character, though I didn't believe in romance either. I must admit you have described very realistically the way love changes everything. The story needs a little bit more attention, though. Grammar mistakes aside, perhaps a little more words about the all romance without love idea, because I'm not really clear on how this is possible.

aouther2b wrote:Love sucks. Its not real and it sucks. Learn this now. I did.
As bad as we want it love isn't all its cracked up to be. It is what it is. Impossible to achieve. Yet if you do achieve it, it will be the hardest thing to keep. Love is what makes peoples lives so miserable. Of course there are people who don''t believe me. It seems to me that people want more than anything to take a chance and risk getting hurt. My belief in love is reasonable.

aouther2b wrote:My father left my mother and me when I was four. I came down stairs to find my mother at our granite counter top crying over a note and chocolate frosting. This is when I stopped believing in love. And started to fall in love with romance.

aouther2b wrote:Whether it <b>is in</b> movies or <b>in</b> books, television shows or pictures, romance was the closest connection to love that I have.

aouther2b wrote: My mother thinks I am crazy. I think that she is right, but I also think she is crazy to. I mean, what woman in her right mind would <b>dye</b> <b>their hair pink and cut it so short that you can spike it? What woman would where neon green miniskirts and skintight T-shirts with Hot pink Six inch platform healed boots? Answer, my mother, and she calls me crazy.

aouther2b wrote:I<b>,</b> on the other hand <b>wear<b> modest clothes <b>-</b> White blouses with a skirt or <strike>a</strike> the occasional jeans. My curly golden blond hair is always up. I know that I don't dress my age, but neither does my mother.</b>

<b>My mother owns a bookstore. Its a bookstore that has worn out chairs and music playing in the background. She sells movies, books and music. Some of which tend to have something to do with love. My mom refuses to accept my opinion about love. She has dated more then twenty different guys in half a year. She is always telling me to get a boyfriend. Yeah, she is that kind of mother.<b>

aouther2b wrote:That is why, when I started to fall in love I went straight to my mother. Not a big help. I told her about Tomas.
Tomas is the "golden boy". Mr. Perfect. That is why I was in love with him, or rather who he was. I had come to believe that every guy has a weakness. Something that could turn a girl away with the blink of an eye. When Tomas asked me out one day, I said yes, just to find out his weakness.

aouther2b wrote: I couldn't find it. Tomas has no weaknesses. He really is Mr. Perfect. I continue to try to find it. I was about to give up all hope when he finally told me what his krypton is. ME.

aouther2b wrote:I love you." was the first thing he said to me on a gloomy Monday morning. He was driving me to school. I hopped into his truck. He says this as he buckles me in. Him saying that made me think. Do I love him? No. Love isn't real. A myth, a fantasy. That is why I shocked myself by saying I love you too.

aouther2b wrote: He looked at me. I could tell that he had heard the rumors. The rumors that I didn't believe in love. I stared back into his blue eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. "Shut up." I think. "Shut up. Remember, the only reason you went out with him is to find out his weakness." I try to remind myself. "Well, I didn't expect to hear that." He said as he parked his car. I laugh. "I didn't expect myself to say it." Then I kiss him. My first kiss, my first love and my first glimpse that maybe, just maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there is something called love. I just hadn't seen it in a while.

Okay, there were a lot of grammar mistakes but I won't go through them because I think Mars got them all. I think this piece has a lot of potential. I like where the plot seems to be going. I however think some of your descriptions could be better, like about the book store. There wasn't a lot of imagery there. I think you did a good job of letting us know what kind of person the mother is but I feel confused on the main character a little bit. I don't understand her stand on the whole romance without love thing. I think you should try to expand on that to make it clearer.

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Wow - I really like this, but you have a lot of grammar mistakes. Let's go through those first, shall we? I also may reword some things to make the story a bit smoother, but those are just suggestions. ^_^

aouther2b wrote:Love sucks. It's not real and it sucks. Learn this now. I did.
As bad as we want it,[]/b] love isn't all [b]it's cracked up to be. It is what it is. Almost impossible to achieve. Yet if you do achieve it, it will be [s]the hardest thing[/s] even harder to keep. Love is what makes people's lives so miserable. Of course there are people who don''t believe me. It seems to me that people want more than anything to take a chance and risk getting hurt. My belief in love is reasonable.
My father left my mother and me when I was four. I came down stairs to find [s]my mother[/s] her at our granite countertop, crying over a note and chocolate frosting. I like this image. This is when I stopped believing in love, and started to fall in love with romance.
Whether it be movies or books, television shows or pictures, romance is the closest connection to love that I have.
My mother thinks I am crazy. I think that she is right, but I also think she is crazy too. I mean, what woman in her right mind would dye their hair pink and cut it so short that you could spike it? What woman would wear neon green miniskirts and skintight T-shirts with hot pink six-inch platform [s]healed[/s] boots? Answer: my mother. And she calls me crazy.
I, on the other hand, wear modest clothing: white blouses with a skirt or [s]a[/s] the occasional pair of jeans. My curly golden blond hair is always up. I know that I don't dress my age, but neither does my mother.
My mother owns a bookstore. It's a bookstore that has worn-out chairs and music playing in the background. She sells movies, books and music, some of which tend to have something to do with love. My mom refuses to accept my opinion about love. She has dated more then twenty different guys in half a year. She is always telling me to get a boyfriend. Yeah, she is that kind of mother.
That is why, when I started to fall in love, I went straight to [s]my mother[/s] her. [s]Not a big help.[/s] I told her about Tomas.
Tomas is the "golden boy." Mr. Perfect. That is why I was in love with him, or rather who he was. I had come to believe that every guy has a weakness. Something that could turn a girl away with the blink of an eye. So when Tomas asked me out one day I said yes, just to find out what his weakness was.
I couldn't find it. Tomas has no weaknesses. He really is Mr. Perfect. I continue to try to find it. I was about to give up all hope when he finally told me what his krypton is. ME.
"I love you," was the first thing he said to me on a gloomy Monday morning. He was driving me to school. I hopped into his truck. He says this as he buckles me in. Him saying that made me think. Do I love him? No. Love isn't real. A myth, a fantasy. That is why I shocked myself by saying, "I love you too."
He looked at me. I could tell that he had heard the rumors[s]. The rumors[/s] that I didn't believe in love. I stared back into his blue eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. "Shut up," I thought. "Shut up. Remember, the only reason you went out with him is to find out his weakness," I tried to remind myself.

NP>>"Well, I didn't expect to hear that," he said as he parked his car. I laughed. "I didn't expect myself to say it." Then I kissed him. My first kiss, my first love and my first glimpse that maybe, just maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there is something called love. I just hadn't seen it in a while.