July 4th, 2008 was the day that changed my life forever. I met the most amazing guy ever, hands down. We've been together since then, and it's been the best four months of my lifetime. Our relationship started out a bit shakey, but gradually grew stronger. From not really trusting each other, to gaining the most faith anybody could have in a relationship.
About a month into our relationship, I was packing to go to a church camp in Van, Dallas. This church would be a week long and I wouldn’t have my cell phone, there for I would have to be able to trust my boyfriend. I called him before I left, told him I was scared, and he promised he wouldn’t do anything stupid while I was gone. I believed him until a couple days after I was at camp. I felt guilt for some odd reason, As if I were doing something wrong. I cried a couple hours before going to sleep. I knew something was going on back home, I just didn’t know what. What if he was cheating on me? Would he still have the same feelings for me when I got back? Would he even remember me? I've had no luck with my relationships before so I didn't exactly know what to do at this point.
Returning back home was the hardest experience ever. I was on a Jesus High, so I figured everything would be fine. Nothing at all would have been wrong. I was most definitely wrong. My boyfriend wouldn’t reply to my text messages, and he was ignoring my phone calls. He finally texted me say he was at work, and he would be off about 4. I believed him and calmed down a bit. Then a couple hours later about 7, I was getting curious. He hadn't called or anything. By then I was at least expecting a text message. You know? Nothing. I called his best friend, Jose, who I met before I left for Sky Ranch. He said he didn't want to tell me what was going on, but Bradley had asked him to. I broke down in tears before he