The pain in his eyes as he gazed into mine made my heart throb so painfully in my chest, I couldn’t breathe. We were floating in a never ending abyss of colors and mist, a world where we could be together if only for a few moments. My arms were wrapped around his neck, his skin flushed and warm. His whole body was pressed into mine and I could feel the warmth of his body melting into mine. His arms were possessively and protectively encasing me to him and I had never felt so safe in my life. We gazed into each other’s eyes, his with pain and mine with regret.
His heart was throbbing in his chest; the vibrations went straight from his bare chest through to my own, where my heart throbbed back an equally painful tune. He knew I was going to be the one to break this moment, and both of us knew I never wanted to do it. But if neither of us did it, we would never separate, and sometimes, I thought that was the best thing in the world. I wondered what it would be like if we stayed in each other’s arms, where we belonged…..But we couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let him do that.
So I spoke. “I need to go. I –”
His arms tightened around me and he brought his head to the crook of my neck, his warm breath washing over my neck. Everything about this man was warm and hot, like a blazing fire only I was allowed to touch. His sweat soaked, black hair fell lightly into his face and gently framed his cheeks. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew exactly what color they would be, forever imprinted in my mind’s eye: an oceanic blue so deep and clear, bright yet dark, a woman could lose her soul in them. His skin was still slightly flushed, but he was naturally a little pale with a small tan coating his perfect body. He was taller then me, about four inches, eight at the most. He never failed to joke about the height, about how I fit him so perfect because I was so short compared to him.
I didn’t care how short I was, as long as his arms stayed wrapped around me and I never left his embrace. However, I needed to, and the big oaf was being rebellious. He was like that. Sometimes, playful yet loving when it was time to go. Like now, where I could feel a small smile tugging at his lips. Ah, those lips. They could do dangerous things to me. When he kissed me, it was like a fire had seared my lips and branded my heart. My blood felt like liquid fire, rushing and shifting beneath my skin until I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was then he would –Bad thoughts! Shouldn’t go there. I sighed then, remembering why I spoke in the first place. “I can’t leave if you don’t let me.”
Then I heard it, and my knees became wobbly, and ever so slightly, his arms tightened as if he knew the effect his voice would cause on me. “That is the point.”
I laid my head on his bare shoulder and closed my eyes. “Point or not, whether I want to leave or not, you know we have to….”
My voice caught, and as it did, his hands on my back moved in slow circles. His hands, oh so much larger then my own, caressed me gently and lovingly. Hands that could hurt or kill me were so soft and gentle, I thought he was rubbing my back with a feather. Then, he could be like this. Sweet and gentle, like I was made of glass. And sometimes, it was scary how inside my head he could get. He knew when I got wobbly kneed because of his voice, and there would a appear a boyishly wolf-like grin.
He knew when I was about to cry, when my heart felt battered and bruised, and he would wrap me in those strong arms and comfort me in a way no one else had the power to. When I was angry, a raging woman of fire, he would shelter me and his eyes would light up with a fire to equal mine and he would calm my rage until I was but a sputtering flame. When I was in deep pain, his heart would be in his eyes and he would whisper to me over and over he would protect me.
And when we were loving, joined together, as we were moments before, when things would crash into the sky, he would steadily look in my eyes and tell me he loved me. When I was happy or elated, his eyes would shine with happiness for me and he would get a grin that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Many poems could be written about this man, but nothing, no words, would ever do him justice. He’s much to perfect for that.
But perfection is not perfect without flaws. He’s a sweet talker, and can talk his way out of many things, even arguments. Sometimes, I think he could be a con artist. He does have a temper, and so do I. We butt heads, nostrils flaring and hearts protesting, but later, when everything is calm, there are no apologies. There is just me and him, our hearts, our souls, and that is enough. This man also has family issues. He’s scared of starting a family, of becoming a part of something, because his family meant pain and suffering. He knows nothing else.
We fight and sometimes, words are thrown and said that shouldn’t have been, but always, we return. Our souls cannot separate, and nor would we want to. There are troubles, but I love this man with everything I have. I only wish I could remember.
Remember. The thought of it wakes me from my thoughts and his deep blue eyes are staring into mine, his gaze knowing and understanding. His lithe fingers take a strand of my matted black hair and he brings it to his lips. Once my hair has received proper attention, he moves to kiss my beating heart, causing shivers and my heart to thump so harshly in my ribcage, it was almost painful. I feel his smile, and I know he felt it. My face flushes.
Even after so many of our meetings, of time spent, he still makes me blush heartily and over the small things. His lips ghost over my own, pulling me back once again. Then, there are those eyes again. We stare, enraptured.
“Don’t think, love. Let it be.” His eyes are pained again, and I hate myself for making that look appear. “We’ll find each other again.” His hand smooths over my hair to caress my cheek and jaw. “We always do.”
These are the words he speaks every time, and every time, tears pool in the corners of my eyes. I remember to miss him, I remember to love him, but I don’t remember him. It’s always like that. “But I’m so lonely. I want you to be there, to hold me, I –”
His lips soothingly connect with my own, and I feel my near hysteria calming instantly. My heart speeds up slightly, before his lips part from mine and our breaths mingle. “You think I’m not? I miss you every damn day, and it hurts, __________. So much, love. I don’t remember, but I want to, I need to. I will, and when I find you, I won’t ever let you go.”
His eyes are strong and burning as they gaze into my own set of hazel, and I blink back tears. His hands reach to cup my cheeks, ready to catch my tears. “……Will you catch me if I fall?”
An ongoing saying. I always ask him, and he always replies: “I would never let you fall in the first place.”
His mouth is in a thin line, and the mist starts to haze over us. There isn’t much time left. I never once look away from the eyes staring into my soul. “I love you, _______. I love you.”
I don’t need to hear him say it; his eyes are staring so intensely into my soul, I can’t move. There is only him, and as the haze completely engulfs us, I hear his last words: “I love you too, darling.”

And when I wake up in the morning, from a dream I can’t remember, I wonder why my heart is hurting and why there are tears running down my face. Instantly, the image of a face I’ve never seen filters through my mind before once again, everything is forgotten. I don’t know who this man is, and only recently have I remembered this one simple dream that haunts me. Our names aren’t said, as if canceled out, but my heart hears his perfectly as they whisper back and forth. And somewhere, out in this world, is a man who misses me when he wakes up in the morning, never knowing my face.
It is in these moments, when I KNOW, that the pain becomes the most unbearable. But it is also when his words whisper through my heart (“We’ll find each other again.”) and I love him all over again. Sometimes, I’m riddled with whether he exists or not, but my heart throbs and tears come to my eyes whenever I think like that. Whether he exists or he is a figment of my mind’s dreams, he has captured my heart, my soul. I wait for the day I won’t wake up alone, but will wake up to bright blue eyes and the man I forget to remember.

~This is copyrighted, because it is a dream I have had over and over and only recently remembered. I’m not sure how many people in soulmates, but this dream keeps me believing. So please, don’t take this and use it as your own. Something this important and precious belongs to me, and everything above is based on true events.~

(Screen) Name: Lost Soulmate

Reading the love stories from a younger generation,
I had to post this advise. Girls give the staight laced NERD a chance. You know the one guy who has a crush on you that you would “never” hangout with.
The one who ask you to homecoming every year.
He will be The one in 30 years you realize you should have married. It will be too late, and your life would have been a fairy tale had you not been so shallow. I am speaking from experience. I am friends w/ my nerd now and would marry him in a heartbeat.

(Screen) Name: shallowL

I, Brandon Hunter, take you Katherine Taylor, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

A beautiful promise I gave to my wife and to God, but loving Katherine wasn’t my real intention.

The real reason why I married Katherine was all about business. When I learned that she is the only daughter of a family who owns a huge branch of auto shops, I know that I have to marry her to inherit that business. My life with Katherine was perfect, she’s crazy about me and I got the things I wanted. I am in love with my wife but my love for her was not enough to win against my selfish ambitions.

A year after, my wife gave birth to a baby girl; my father-in-law retired and handed the family business to me. Everything went according to plan. I was very proud of my self. The time when I finally got settled in my new position, I’ve become a very busy man. When I’m in work, I totally forget about my wife and daughter. I rarely have time for family, I didn’t even notice that my daughter was already walking and never noticed how tired my wife is in trying to hang on to me.

Our weak marriage was put to the test when Mia Richards came to my life; I met her during a convention in Vegas, she’s strikingly beautiful and we share the same interests.
Mia made me forget about Katherine’s existence, sometimes I would take a day off just to spend the whole day with her. Our love affair wasn’t hidden for too long, the people at the office started to talk until it finally reached to Katherine.

When she learned about it she was in rage. I’ve never seen Katherine so mad before, she slapped me so hard , took my car keys and scratched ugly lines allover my car but I did not dare stop her because I know that it was all my fault. She filed for divorce and we made an agreement that I could see our daughter on weekends.

The 5 years of marriage meant nothing to me, it was only a stepping stone but to Katherine it was a waste of everything.

My relationship with Mia was made public and most of the people, almost everyone hated me. Katherine was a good wife and she never forced me to do something, she doesn’t even demand anything from me but I cheated on her that was a great mistake. Her father was angry at me but we maintained our work relationship.
I didn’t contact Katherine after the divorce and I didn’t even bother seeing my daughter, I don’t want to cause anymore trouble and I’m not even emotionally attached to my daughter.

My parents would call telling me what a terrible father I am and suggested that I should be fair to Katherine in doing my part as a parent – I gave in and did what they told me to do, I thought that maybe parenting would change something or maybe nothing at all.

I talked to Katherine about it, she hesitated at first but I convinced her to give me a chance, I know she doesn’t trust me but Lauren is my daughter too. She gave me 3 days to spend time with our daughter. I thought that my daughter hated me but her approach was far different from what I had expected, she was very happy to see me and at that moment I was moved. “In case you didn’t know, you’re daughter is already four years old” Katherine gave me Lauren’s bag and a long “to do” list. She was right, I didn’t know anything about my daughter the only thing I know is her name. I realized how much I’ve missed in life, I really am a terrible father and I should try hard to make it up to Lauren.

Lauren has the face of an angel, she’s smart, polite and very well behaved compared to the other kids – I am very proud of her and thankful that she’s nothing like me. We bought new toys and lots of candies; I really made sure that she’s having fun. Lauren taught me how to pray and told me how important it is, I was very amazed how easy she can find happiness in little things. After praying, I read to her the story books we just bought until she fell asleep. Tears fell down my cheeks as I was watching her, “I’m very sorry” I said it silently. I blamed myself for ruining her chance of growing up in a complete family. My daughter taught me a lot of things that changed my life and brought me an indescribable joy that I believe, only a father can feel.

I would call everyday to check up on Lauren and we would share stories about how our day went – I’ve become pretty attached to my daughter. Mia and I quarreled about Lauren, it was very clear that she was jealous of my daughter – it was insane. We settled our first fight about it but the second fight was the last draw. She made me choose between me and my daughter, it didn’t take me more than 10 seconds to answer – I chose my daughter. No man in his right mind would give his daughter up for a lover. I didn’t feel hurt when Mia left, actually I felt free. I realized that love never existed between us – it was only infatuation.

I told Katherine about the break up and she laughed at me because I made it sound like a successful plan. Katherine finally warmed up to me and accepted my apology. She noticed how much I changed and my efforts in trying to make it up to them. I admit that I have cheated on her but she’s the only woman that I have ever loved. I took Katherine and Lauren to a vacation and we bonded like a complete and loving family. Lauren was very happy because she felt complete, it touched my heart and I realized that everything’s never too late; Katherine and I have divorced but that’s only in the papers. We made a vow of togetherness for the rest of our lives and as long as we are both alive, there’s no such thing as a divorce. I had a heart to heart talk with Katherine and I told her about the plans I have for us if she’ll give me another chance — and she did.

I married Katherine again and I said the wedding vows sincerely.

“Katherine, I thank you and especially God for giving me a second chance at happiness and for believing in me. I come today to give you my love, to give you my heart and my hope for our future together. I promise to bring you joy, to be at home with your spirit and to learn to love you more each day, through all the days of our lives.”

Even though I did a lot of things that complicated my life, I didn’t regret doing them because it changed me into a better person.

I can say that it was a lesson well learned.

(Screen) Name: Story teller 777

I dated this boy for about a year, and i was all into the partying and drinking faze. and i ended up meeting this guy at my friends bdy party. i never tho anything of it cuz my bestfriend will kinda liked him and he liked her for awhile, but we started to hangout and i started to like him but i still had a bf. and then my bestfriend kinda, she got mad and said she liked him and loved him for like a year. which wasnt true. Then i kissed me while me and my bf were on a break. and i told my bestfriend. and then me and my bf got back together and i ended up talking to this guy a few months later. and my bf started to hate me for talking to him so he cut me out of his life but never broke up with me. so i hung out with this guy one day in the summer. and we kissed and stuff. and the next day i broke up with my bf. we didnt talk forever and i cried my heart out cuz i did that. yea i liked the guy but i had a bf and i loved him just was confused. and then the guy said he loved me and i believed him since he tried for half a year, and so i started to date him, after 2 weeks he broke up with me cuz he wasnt ready. and then i was hurt for a month and was in the hospital and shit, then me and my bf got back togetehr cuz he forgave me, and i realized i did love him just i was young and lost. i wasnt ready to grow up so fast like he wanted to. i never partied and never was experienced. but i cant talk to that guy anymore. he tries to talk to me but i cant. and he wants to be friends but i wont. i jsut hope everything in the future works out. im done hurting and getin hurt by people. i never knew 16 was so hard.

(Screen) Name: star-xo