I might as well start from the beginning here. My girlfriend and I have been seeing each other for a little over 6 months now. We had some problems in the beginning, but we worked them out. For 5 months, we not only had the epitome of perfect relationships, but we were best friends. Every day we spent together, I was entirely and completely happy. We have so much in common, too. We both love musical theatre. I usually get myself season tickets for the local opera productions, and this year I got her a seat as well. We often thought things almost as if we were both thinking with the same head. She doesn't like math, but...I've long forgiven her of this. :tongue: She's smarter than most of the people I know. I'd probably trust her judgement over anyone else's, including my own. She's the most fun person I could ever imagine being around. She sings like an angel, and whenever she speaks to me it sounds more amazing than anything I've ever heard before. In addition to all of this, she's incredibly beautiful. Her greenish brown eyes are more than dazzling. Her smile melts every thought of worry or sadness or grief. She is, for all intents and purposes, an angel. A while ago, she told me that she loved me. I told her I loved her, too. As naïve as it may sound, I really do love her. I don't know quite how to convey how absolutely I feel this. It's like a deep, glowing feeling that makes everything else seem completely obsolete whenever she's with me. I've never felt this way before. And yet, something happened, and I don't know what. She wanted to go to homecoming at our school. Thus, naturally and unthinkingly, I asked her to the dance. I have had, for as long as I can remember, a profound fear of loud, chaotic rooms. I discussed this with her before, but I don't know if she remembered. On that night, we were at the dance, and I started to feel nauseous after being there for about an hour. I had expected that. However, when I went out to get some air, she came after me and started crying. I held her and tried to understand, but all she could say was that she had hurt me and she couldn't stand it. She said I should leave, and so I did. Near silence for two days, which is unnatural for us. Then, I got to school today and there was a rumor floating around that she was cheating on me with some other guy. I didn't understand, because she's not that type of person. Now, she's texted me. She says we need to talk tomorrow. I think she's going to break up with me. Can anyone tell me what I should do?