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

I had been working @ my job for 4 months when this guy had walked up to me an asked me out on date. I had turned him down, but then he kept pursuing me which I thought was kind of romantic. What actually had me interested was that he was sweet , had a sense of humor, but not only that it was his name & the many things that just kept adding up. I had finally said yes & we went ou on our first date 12/06/2008. We have been together everyday since then. It was fate that brought us together. My name is Kelly & so is his. Our last name used to be the same & my first marriage was on his bday. We get along so great, we have so much in common. He is such a loving & kind man to my children & I. I don’t know where I would be w/out him. Every time I hear the song ‘Bless the broken road’ by Rascall Flatts it reminds me of how long it took me to find someone just like him. i would not give up any minute we have had together. On our 2nd anniversary he had suprised me w/ a bouquet of long stem red roses in one hand & the other a dark pink sapphire engagement ring(b/c he knows that is my favorite color). It is nice to finally have a man in my life that gets me. Next year we will be married in Vegas at the very top of the Eiffel Tower.

(Screen) Name: kellymp79

I may be young, but I’m wiser than you may think. It may seem like I haven’t experienced anything but…I’m 14 and I’ve seen slot from the world. I guess that’s how I should start. Even tho thats not the beginning.

It all started near the end of middle school. My friends and I always eat lunch together through our shared interest of anime, manga, drawing, and cosplay. I remember them clearly, all the good times we had. One day, one of my friends brought another girl she knew to the table. She was solemn and a bit dark. She looked like she found it painful to smile. I wanted to fix that but, she wanted to fix me. At that time, I was hiding deep pains in my heart. But with the fun I was having I thought the scars would heal or be forgotten. Absentmindedly, I told her about them. She pledged her service to me, something I didn’t want. It actually surprised me. I thought no one would care like that in this world. I began to grow on her, not only to try and repay but to discover why she was so giving of her own freedom. …I thought I was in love with her. (Yes, I had felt love before. Crushes, with family, ect.) I told her I was in love with her so, we started to try to be a couple. I felt like I was lying to her. Like I was just holding her down. So it only lasted a few days before I told her I would rather be her sister than her lover. She said the same. It was a relief.

Now, I had a ‘best friend,’ if you would. She was modest, she loved acting and anything about england. She played the viola and worked her hardest. I had no talents but our friendship was based on the fact that our names were almost the same commonly. Around that time, I felt as if we weren’t really…cooperating well. I started to feel like a tool or a shadow more than a friend. A person to steal ideas from or get a quick tip from. Someone you could easily forget and throw away, which has happened more than once. So, to soften the blow of losing someone close, I started to cut off our friendship, bit by bit, slowly. Sadly, it couldn’t save me from what happened next.

I remember that night clearly. I had decided to host a sleepover so I invited my ‘best friend’ and my other friend over. ( She still considered me her best friend.) what happened that night hurt me. It was my house, my neighbor hood, and I do my best to be a good host. But they were to caught up in each other than they ignored me. I didn’t see it as much and passed it by but, in the back of my mind, it hurt me down to my heart. The next night, I was in a chatroom waiting for my ‘best friend’ to arrive when I fell asleep. Kinda cliche, huh? When I woke up, I read the conversation I had missed and learnt the truth. The two friends had started going out,andmy so-called ‘best friend’ didn’t have the decency to tell me at my house to my face but, to a total stranger over the Internet. That broke my heart and so, a long, painful battle began.

Different thoughts painted my head with one single question. Why? Why, why, why? Why did she trust someone she hardly knew than one she knew and saw face to face everyday. It didn’t make sense. It’s painful to try and explain in detail, and even if I did, you have a chance of not understanding no matter how smart or wise you are. But at the end of that battle, I was mentally broken. I no longer had friends. Everyone was either against me or had ignored everything passing it off as not their problem. Few people tried. And Maria was one of the few.

Before, my ‘best friend’ has introduced me to a chatroom fro roleplay. That was where I first met Maria. If ‘best friend’ is reading this I just want to say,’ Thank you and eat my sh*t.’ Maria had been one of the spectators of the battle and had acquired my number by ‘best friend.’ She was worried about me, for I had disappeared and ran away from the sourse of the pain, the Internet. I brushed her off and told her to go away because she didn’t care either. I thought to her, it was the same to the rest of them; a show that I had put on to watch. But she wouldn’t go. I turned away from her and everyone else.

However, maybe a week or so later, I came back. Someone hurt and with few to turn to, shouldn’t be alone. I knew that. So, I simply just took her as someone to talk to. I was caucious. I didn’t want to be hurt again. Not only that but this was a person I only knew from chat. Someone still connected to the enemy and might be just a spy. A week after I started talking to her tho, she started to tell me things. She told me she loved me. Believe me, I was thinking the same thing you are thinking right now probably. ‘ You don’t love me,’ I told her,’ You just want to…’ I didn’t really have anything to put in that line. She wasn’t a spy so, why was she here other than to be here? Protect? Help? I thought nothing of the sort and ignored her ‘feelings’. Besides, love after a love after a war? Doesn’t make sense, does it?

You see, if you had ever wanted to be in a relationship with me, you had to play a game. ‘The game’ as i called it, was probably just me looking for key traits of a person, feelings strong enough for me to believe, or maybe actions done out of emotion. I don’t know exactly but the point was to find someone I could trust with my life and my heart. Those who won the game, won my heart. Once you’ve met me, you start playing the game.

Maria and my friend had both practically flew through the game. However, it seemed like my friend either forced her way through or I just let her in. Maria, however, was different. She was gentle and she progressed so quickly and was so close that she was scaring me. She gave me words of comfort when horrible memories flooded my head. One day, she came to me crying. She had stood up to my ‘best friend’, was critized and left the chatroom. She had done it for me. Me. I, surely, throughout she was crazy but, I came closer to thinking,’ Maybe she really did love me.’ It would explain her sacrifices and her tenderness. Maria truly was one of a kind.

The best night of my life, She said I love you. I believed her. I truly believed her. She had won the game and it wasn’t long until I said,’ I love you too.’

It may seem very cliche, sappy, and dramatic but, these events actually happened.

There are problems tho… You see, I live four states away from Maria. Maria lives four states away from me. We’re both bi, we’re both 14, and we’ve never met. Our mothers both don’t approve. They would never say it of course. Her mother thinks it’s a phase; my mother says because of distance it’ll never work. I talk to Maria everyday. Virtually, we hug and kiss, we tell each other how much we love each other, we laugh and sing, we chase each others fears and wipe away the tears, virtually we’re together. But it cannot cease the longing to actually be with Maria. A warm body next to mine, a hand to hold. A moving, breathing face. I long to see her smile.

Maria and I have been together 3 months. I could careless what you adults think or say. These have been the happiest 3 months I’ve ever had. I hope to spend many, many more days just talking to Maria. I can’t wait to show her the things she has never seen. Snow, for one. Right now, I want, more than anything, to be with Maria. But the fates are cruel that way. I have to go to school and see ‘best friend’ everyday, but I get to come home to talk to my real best friend and my lover. Maria. Watashi wa anata o aishite, Maria. I’ll wait as long as it takes to be in your arms.

This is a sad story of heartache and revival, but it’s also a story that hasn’t ended yet.

(Screen) Name: Storie

for this guy. God, I’ve known him for less than 3 months, and he was halfway across the world most of the time. I hung out with him for the first time alone today, we did exactly what I’d hoped. I had a feeling that we would chill, despite him saying he couldn’t. I took 20 minutes to text back once and he called me and said he was coming to pick me up. I got sexified and when I got in the car he was just like “DAMN you’re sexy as fuck” , something about my hair…thank you shiny serum lol. He started joking about how my sister said she had the best tits in the world, but he said I had the best legs. We rolled a doobie of some dank, watched the beautiful sunset. It was so orange and vivid and the clouds were in rows as the sun was setting around 7 pm, it was just gorgeous. “It’s for us,” we smoked it on his balcony and I almost immediately felt high. It felt so good to have him standing so close to me, holding the roach for me, watching the sunset. Talking and smoking cigarettes. I called Karen while he took a shower and he came out with his big white robe on “What are you, Rocky Balboa?” and then we fucked. No, it was more like making love. It wasn’t just hot and sexy, it was just so much like…soul therapy, I don’t know. I needed it. I missed it. The quickie in his car didn’t suffice. This was sensual and deep and he worked it so good and he looked in my eyes. When I rode him he held my hands and entwined our fingers. I love when I lean into him and he wraps his hands so tight around my waist and pulls me as close as he can into him, and just hits it so deep. God damn, this boy. The sexiest noises come out of his mouth. Best I’ve ever had. He said the same. We held each other afterwards, “I haven’t slept with you in so long”. Tracing patterns on his skin, his arms wrapped around me, kissing my cheeks, my arms, my lips. I’m falling for him, I really am. I’m not even going to stop myself, it’s uncontrollable. We couldn’t take much longer before we got horny again, that’s when I rode him so well. So close to the O, but the way I moan and the way my pussy tightens, he thinks I did anyway. God knows I still love it. We smoked another cigarette, and he joked about being friends for a year and not having sex. I couldn’t do that, neither could he. He made me Persian food – same noodles as last time. We watched Friday and Face Off. I love when he randomly kisses me on the cheek, it makes me smile. The things he does are so boyfriend-material. I wish he could be mine. He makes me laugh, we laughed a lot tonight. When he was waiting outside for me to get him black tea for his lungs, the goodbye kiss was…something else. The best kiss i’ve ever had. Goodbye kisses are so slow and sweet, and a little bit sad. But so romantic. God, it was just so slow and sweet, I can’t describe it any better…it was so meaningful, he was talking to me with his lips, he was making love to me with his lips. I wish I could fall asleep in his arms.

(Screen) Name: SweetestEmotion

This is actually far from over. In Fact, It has only has just begun. I’ve been best friends with this girl since freshman year in high school. Actually, i hated her in the beginning because so was so damn annoying. shes still annoying but thats later. Now we’re freshman in college and shes off at mMizzou in Columbia, Missouri. And me,well, I’m stuck back home in Saint Peters going to the community college. I didn’t do too well in high school. Anyway, over the summer we became distant. she was busy with her boyfriend but mostly i was too busy getting drunk or stoned. she got sick of being around it all the time. and at the time it didn’t bother me because again, i was caught up in things that shouldn’t of mattered. And it came close to the end of the summer and i had a lot of friends leaving town for college so i decided to throw a going away party. that night she broke up with her boyfriend before coming over and we ended up getting pretty drunk. we start flirting. And kissing each others necks.
then next thing i know shes talking to my friend jordan saying she wants to have sex with him. and i get mad. well not just mad, i was furious. and i didn’t know why. I tried justifying it by telling myself i was just drunk. Or that i was just being the brother figure i usually am. but somehow at the end of the night me and her ended up laying in my bed together. we started talking, and she was apologizing for upsetting me. i told her it was ok but joked around, giving her crap for leading me on. and for some odd reason i tell her its probably best we didn’t hook up( not a guy thing to do), and that its better we wait til it means something. then we joke around getting married if we can’t find anyone better. well the joke lasted briefly. it started becoming a reality in my head. i got used to the idea of it. the next morning i woke up to her in my arms. and it was the greatest feeling in the world. it was then i realized i was in trouble. With the alcohol out of my system i knew that this was just more then a drunken sex escapade. that night another friend was having a graduation party. she was there of course. we chatted for a bit. she was getting ready to leave by the time i got there and i told her i needed to tell her something later. so she just me to stop by her house when i was leaving the party. the journey there had obstacles of its own. i stopped by my house to grab a pack of cigarettes, and when i try the start my car it dies. i wait thirty minutes trying to start my car and it finally starts. and then i set my phone in the cup holder where for some reason has a puddle of water. so my phones freaking out and turning on and off. I had to get a hold of her when i got there because her parents were sleeping and she didn’t want to wake them up. so I prayed to god for a miracle. what else was i supposed to do. I don’t know if it was god or just luck but my phone turned on long enough to contact her. and then never came back on. so i end up at her house outside in the fron talking. I’m apologizing to her for not being the friend i should of been. and for getting so mad the other night. and told her she needed to promise me we’ll never loose touch. I did come close to telling her i love her, but it just wouldn’t come out. so i go my separate way for the night. And now for the Third night she comes over after i get back from a family birthday. and once again we lay in my bed together watching movies, intertwining fingers. are bodies were so close at one point we had to take the blanket off. she ended up leaving around two in the morning. and as i watched her drive i realized this girl had stolen my mind. she had opened up my eyes and my life would never be the same again. the following week she went off to college and things calmed down a bit. i just tried to focus on school and work as much as possible. and she’d come home every weekend and things we intensify each time she came back. now its been about a month since this whole conundrum started. Its sunday, September 11th at 2:16 am and two nights ago she came back for Chads birthday and i’m not sure but i think she had sex with jordan the guy from the beginning of this bullshit. now i have no idea what to do. these i don’t feel like a sane man. my mind is tearing itself apart. and i feel like my whole body is giving up on me. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep without dreaming about her so I’ve suppressed myself from falling asleep. my chest aches constantly longing for the brush of her tender,soft hands. I’m in big trouble. but this story does have a happy ending. like i said earlier i barely made it out of high school. college was not on my mind. but now, i’m going to school to be a highschool history teacher. possibly a college professor. and i’ll be heading down to mizzou in the next two years. so maybe its too early in the day to close the chapter on her. all though as of right now shes sleeping with frat guys she doesn’t even know. i don’t think i can stop being in love with her, no matter what she or i does. so we’ll see. we’ve got twelve years to figure it out. thats when we’re getting married.

(Screen) Name: cmanlive

Well where do I begin . I met Nathan in September 2010 . We never talked or anything . He liked me , but I didn’t notice him at all . I didn’t care for him one bit , nor did I pay attention . It wasn’t until March 20th 2011 . That he actually started talking to me . It was on Facebook . He sent me a request , & I accepted cause he was my old friend’s boyfriend . & I knew him . He started talking to him , and well I thought he was really annoying . But then a few days later, He started talking to me again. He gave me his number , and I texted him so he would have mine . We texted 24/7 . I never texted him first , & when I wouldn’t text back he would keep texting . But I was okay with that . Autumm (his girlfriend & my friend) stopped talking to me . She was jealous , I didn’t like Nathan , but he liked me . And at first I didn’t know . But he had to pretend he wasn’t talking 2 me , just so Autumm wouldn’t be jealous . We finally talked on the phone . He said I sounded like a 10 year old . Or a squirrel . Which is true . But he eventually told me , my voice was cute . The more we talked , & the more pictures he sent , I’ve grown to like him . But there was a problem , He was to obsessed with Autumm , & I liked this dude Glenn . Eventually me & Glenn started dating . Nathan tried breaking us up . And eventually we did . Me & Glenn were better as friends , & I liked Nathan … a lot . But he still didn’t break up with Autumm . We both had feelings for each other , strong strong feelings . Like when I got my blue highlights , and I walked into the school building , I looked into his classroom , He almost broke his neck to look(: . Finally , One day I was going 2 the movies to see Scream 4 . He wanted to come , so my mom said as long as he got a ride he could . Well he did get a ride , and we were at my house for like 4 hours until we left for the movie . He kept asking if he could kiss me , I said no cause he was dating this girl Autumm . But he said he’d break up with her for me . I still wouldn’t kiss him , Cause it wasn’t official yet . But we watched a movie , Prom Night . & He was too busy paying attention 2 me , and not the movie . He was saying how the girl in the movie was ugly , I thought he was crazy for liking me and not her . Nathan always called me Gorgeous , & Beautiful & Cute & Pretty . Basically everything , it was sweet . Anyways we finally went to the movies . He wanted to kiss me , & he was broken up with Autumm . So after a few minutes into the movie , I wouldn’t kiss him cause I was shy , and he was making all these moves , getting closer and stuff . He wanted to kiss me .. Bad . I wouldn’t cause I was scared , it wasn’t my first kiss . But still . Finally , He took my head, & pulled it closer by his face , And he kissed me . I pulled away quick & said there. He got angry and said I wanna kiss you ! And i said you did kiss me .! And he said No , That kiss was crap . We kissed one more time at the movie theater I think , he wanted to kiss again , and took my phone and said I couldn’t get it back until I kissed him , I didn’t kiss him again , but he gave me my phone back at the end of the movie , but he was mad . We got in the car , and it was like playing a soundtrack of our night . First the reason & then E.T. When we got back 2 my house , he went upstairs and layed on my bed he was mad . I sat down at the end of the bed . & he got up and started kissing me , over & over again . He had to go cause his dad was on his way , he went half way down the stairs , then came back up to kiss me one more time , he didn’t wanna leave . He left , but I had to shut my gate , he didn’t leave yet , I was gonna kiss him bye , but my dad was watching . So we just said bye , then texted the rest of the night (: . Well we dated 2 months . I loved him . & I thought he loved me , But it was all a lie I guess .He always said I was his everything , and if he lost me he would kill himself , cause I was all he had , and he thought he had everything cuz of me , and if he lost me then he wouldn’t have everything . But then .. June 28th . We broke up , I broke up with him cause he started not caring about me , cause he started talking 2 girls again , so he no longer cared . He said he didn’t love me anymore and that he had no feelings for me , but yet , he wanted to be my friend . He grew feelings for my cousin Jessica . It hurt . They dated twice behind my back , Jessica lied to me . Nathan lied to me . I stopped talking 2 them . They hurt me . And i’m never talking 2 either of them again . I really loved Nathan , but i was stabbed in the back by my closest cousin & my ex boyfriend who i loved a lot . So love … Fucked up man . Getting hurt , doesn’t feel to great . But fuck them both , Next time I see them their both getting punched in the face. So people , Don’t fall in love , Look what happened 2 me D: , FML ! . & Yesh , Nathan was my first love , & I hoped with everything he would be my last , But things don’t work out that way I guess & thats what we have to live with .Screw It . =(

(Screen) Name: cutepie19671234

I met my husband 14 yrs ago, fell in love and married him. We have 2 children, that are amazing. We’ve had our share and more of hardship, troubles, cheating, and lies. We’ve also had a great deal of good times. About 6 yrs ago I met a girl, who happened to be my husbands best friend at the time, her and I never really clicked. The past yr has been a complete whirlwind of stuff. I started back to school after 15 yrs and I have the career that I was meant to have, my husband confessed to cheating for the first ten yrs of our marriage with many women, to name a few things. Well, my husband is a very insecure man. He has actually told me several times over the past 6 months that he’s jealous of my life. It used to be the complete opposite, I was jealous of his life, his job, his friends, just everything. Well this friend that I mentioned earlier of his, has been around alot over the years. We’ve become very good friends in the past two yrs. She sends me a good morning txt every day, that says “G’mornin gorgous”, she understands my needs and my wants. My husband told me that he does not want to hear about work or school or my friends or anything really. So I talk to her alot, and she completely gets me.
The more I am with her the more I realize that she is amazing. In late January of this yr, we were hanging out just kind of relaxing, having a few drinks. She kissed me and I have never in my life felt the way she made me feel. Everything in my being pulls like a magnet to her. When she enters a room, my stomach feels fluttery, when she touches me my whole body shivers. We have been seeing each other for about 7 months now. She feels the exact same way about me. Last week, she said she wanted to marry me on the beach. The thought of being in her arms for the rest of my life are almost too much for me to stand. Of course I said “yes” and we are currently making plans to live together first. Right now we are stealing moments when we can. With her job as manager of a retail store, and my job, moments are hard to find. She is my breath, my water, my soul belongs to her. We are destined to be together forever. She is the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever known. I can’t wait to share the rest of my life with her.
We hoped for many months that the feelings we had for each other would fade and we could go on with our lives. However, that’s not what the cards held for us. Planning our wedding for Summer 2012. Can’t wait.

(Screen) Name: Summer Luvin

My name’s Allison. I am in love with a guy named Caden. I know it’s love but i still want other’s opinions on this: SOOO I met Caden when i was in 7th grade. I’m pretty sure it was 7th grade, and I didn’t really become good friends with him until one day we started talking on facebook. We talked CONSTANTLY online, but I still saw him at church and stuff. In 8th grade, we were still talking and I kept on seeing him at weird places. For exsample, one time me and my friend Kim were at the mall and we saw him there twice!!! TWICE!!! And his baseball team plays mine and i’m in private school, he’s in public!! I would see him everywhere!! He even sat behind me at a baseball game!!(not in a stalker way though. just coinsidence)! And so one day we deiceded that we wanted to date. SOOO we did i think and then his mom got mad because she doesn’t want him dating!! I cried so badly, because I knew I would never get to be with him for a long time and that just made me upset. We didn’t talk for like 2 weeks and then we started talking again. Now we got closer and closer. I consider him my best friend. Don’t care what anyone says about him or me. I love him to death. I mean really, if i was put on the spot, i would die for him. I would do anything for him. We are both Christians, we get the SAME results on most of the online quizzes we take and he’s liked me for longer than i’ve liked him! All I want right now is for him to be with me, me in his arms, falling asleep just talking. I am going to scream if it doesn’t happen. I can’t let him go. I can’t let US go….

(Screen) Name: Allison Belt

At first I shrugged it off until i noticed. Those passing comments and stares where him actually tryna get my attention, Lord knows how long it went on for but when I noticed…it was a different story.

It started with a wave and then a hi, a short conversation that got me thinking- who is this guy and why has he decided that of all people in this city, it would be me he pays the most attention to. Out of curiosity I wanted to find out more.

After a few more encounters I found myself hoping we’d bump into each other more often (which is funny cos at the time I was completely infatuated with a guy i would/could never have!!). As we spoke and acknowleged each other more – I decided to push it further….I asked him for his number.

The wait to see if he would text back, and the brush of excitement when he did. I proceeded with caution and it became apparent the caution was needed. It seemed like he only wanted me- to get intimate with – but by this point I was falling for him and found it hard – yet I knew I had to back off and make my opinions clear.

We started talkin less, and funnily enough I saw him less, til the point there was no contact whatsoever. I convinced myself to let go…I just didnt understand how the guy who, noticed me first, chased me, would make my body shiver when he touched just my arm, made me stutter, my hands went sweaty, mouth dry, butterflies and evern just seeing him made me smile. He made me feel like that then drop me- why put in the effort (I seemed to make him happy too).

Guess he just didnt like me the way I wished, but he hurt me and til this day 2yrs since I last saw him, every other day he crosses my mind. May sound trivial to you guy reading this, but this always plagues my mind and glad I got to share..maybe someone out there can relate!

(Screen) Name: Jasmine

I met this guy about thirteen years ago,he was a friend of the guy I was dating at the time, I remember that day like it was yesterday, he was the kinda guy who loved to hug a female, the real ladies man bad guy you see on romance thrillers, and when he hugged me I took in a deep breath and his cologne smelled so yummy on him, I was instantly in love with this guy. Well over the next 5 years I was hooked on that cologne he wore, aspen, I bought a bottle of it once and just smelled it once in a while an every time it would bring that one moment back, in short I NEVER forgot bout him. And now that I really think about it I was kinda obsessed with this guy.oh well.

I was pregnant the next time I saw him. I was leaving the movie store as he was leaving the auto store and he saw me an called out my name, I melted inside my heart felt like it had stopped beating all because he had remembered me even after all those years, he of coursed gave me a hug and sure enough he was still wearing aspen. He asked how I had been an he seen I was pregnant but he didn’t turn and run like most guys would have. he told me it was his baby and he was my man, he was joking of course at least I thought he was. We talked for maybe five minutes and went our own way. I had falling in love with him even more after that. I knew where he lived and every time I was going that way I would look over to his house just to see if he was around I never had the guts to go up there an ask for him, But now I wish I would have maybe it would be different, well ill never know.

Six years later I was dating a guy who was pretty much nothing but a bum, well before I knew he was like that I had tried getting up with him…1st clue to him being a bum.I had sent a text to the last number he had called me from asking if they knew where he was ..the person text back saying no I don’t this is not his phone. I text and said ok well if you do see him tell him to get up with me cause I wanna see him.they text back with I’m only like ten minutes away come see me. I text back saying who are you.and sure enough by some kinda faith out there in this world it was him the guy who wore aspen. I was in shock he had finally come back in my life and this time he was not getting away that easy. I told him who I was and he still remembered me.He came over that weekend.

We started dating a week later and I was so in love and yet for some reason I was scared out of my mind of this guy maybe because he did mean so much to me. I worried about all the usual stuff like lying and cheating because every guy I had been with before lied or cheated or something just as hurtful. I started drifting away from him after about three weeks because I got so scared I would be hurt by him. I was going to the country club and dancing with this other guy, until one night he decided he was going to show up at that club to find me, I was standing there with the guys arm around my waist when I felt someone tap on my right shoulder I turned around thinking maybe it was my aunt whom I was there with but to my surprise it was my aspen man and I instantly felt pain in my heart for what I had been doing to him. I fell in to his arms and I remember his exact words ” You’r still my girl right?” and never went back to that place or seen that guy I was with…I never cheated on him in a sexual way but to this day I regret those dances. But I never doubted him again.

I was hurt by someone I was living with about 2 months after that night and I was scared to tell him because I did not know what he would do to this person an I did not want to see him taken away from me over someone who means nothing, but that next day he knew something was not right and he just stayed silent most of the day. That night he called me and he told me he knew something was bothering me and he wanted to know. so I told him and I told him why I did not want to tell him. He was upset that I did not tell him but he understood why. The next day when he came to get me to ride around with him, witch is mostly what we ever did at that time just to be alone, the person that had hurt me was out side in the yard and my man never once looked at the guy. I moved out of that place that following weekend…but the twist is I moved in with my ex and his girl friend and mine an my exes son. Needless to say he did not like that very much but I told him that me an my ex are over and that he was all I wanted. He finally got to know my ex and he was not 100% ok with it but he tolerated it only because he knew I was safe, I was safe because he was with me all the time the only time we where apart was when he was working.I remember when he was working and I was home I was sad I missed him like crazy sometimes I would cry.I worried about him all the time unless I was with him he was all I had and that’s the truth.me an my family did not talk ,my ex had moved out of state an took my son with him all because he knew I was having a hard time getting on my feet he really screwed me when he took my son from me , but anyways this story has nothing to do with that.but yes he was all I had and I needed him more than anything when my ex did leave my man moved in completely.

We grew stronger than ever i mean we did have two arguments over small stuff. I started to realize how much he loved me when I would look in his eyes I saw the love he had for me I can honestly say we had a fairy tale love and I always worried about waking up from the dream I was having because it felt so unreal but it was the best feeling to have. I remember going to his moms one day when he was working on her car for her and he walked away for a few and his mom looked at me and said ” he must really love you. He never brought one of his girlfriends home before, and he talks about you all the time.” and when she told me that i did not think it was possible but I fell even more in love with this man.

When he would take me to meet his friends an hang out he always would introduce me as his girl but the way he would say it was so sweet it did not matter who was around who we where talking to he always said ” this is my girl ____.. Isn’t she beautiful?” or it would be isn’t she great or sexy or something like that all the time. He knew how to make me melt. Also when we would go hang out if I wanted anything or needed anything he was right there no matter what him and his friends where up to. When he was driving he always had one hand on my leg or holding my hand. He was the greatest man I had ever known. we had developed a routine everyday, wake up spend about an hour together in bed or more, take a shower, he would get ready for work or what ever we where doing that day, but as he would back out the drive he would blow me a kiss and before he got to the end of the road he would look back wave an blow a kiss every time he had to leave me home. and when it would get close to the time for him to come home I was sitting on the couch waiting an watching out the window for him and when he pulled in the drive I felt relived,you see I did not have a phone with me during the times he was gone so I worried a lot about him. I never wanted to loose him.

We dated close to four months not long at all but it was the greatest four months of my life he was my king he meant the world to me I believe I could have killed for him if I had to but there was always that fear in the back of my mind of loosing him not to someone else but to the world. One day we got up had a great morning he left to go to work and when it got time for him to come home he never showed, at first I figured he worked late some times he did, but when night time rolled around and he never showed I got scared I cried all night my room mate tried to help but all she did was drive me nuts I needed my man where was he is he dead did he just not want to come back what was going on? I had no car no phone no money he had all that with him when he left. I finally fell asleep about five a.m. the next morning and got woke up at six a.m someone was at the door i jumped up to get it an it was his friend there to tell me he had gotten locked up.I wont say why he got locked up.

But my biggest fear was now real I knew I had lost him he was not coming back for a long time from what every one was telling me.I started talking to my family finally so when he was taken from me I went to my moms I could not be in that house with out him I cried every night my thanksgiving was horrible I wanted to die plain an simple.

I had not heard from him or anything about what was going on all I knew was he was locked up and was in a lot of trouble. I contacted on of his friends I thought might would know more about what was going on but he knew nothing. after two weeks of not having him I was not myself, I guess you could say, yeah I had my family back but my other half was gone and I was lost..but any ways his friend started talking to me feeding me lines knowing I was not in my right mind, we talked for a few weeks and had me convinced I did not need the guy I was with that he could do more for me and he liked me and I hate to say it but I fell for it and the day he came to see me I thought I had feelings for him I thought maybe just maybe he was the one to make me happy again. as we sat on the couch at my moms house talking, the phone rang, I answered and it was my roommate. she said “Guess who I’m standing here with?’ then I hear “you’r still my girl right?”…I did not know what to do, here I am in my moms living room, with not just any other guy but my guys friend and my guy who was now out of jail some how on the phone.

I did something I regret after that.on December 1st I left the man of my dreams for a fake liar who dose nothing but hurt me, not physically but emotionally. everyday is hard my life sucks and I hate it but I cant change it just yet. I do care a little about the friend and I know he cares about me its just he is spoiled and thinks its all about him all the time.I have been with him for almost nine months now but I don’t do it for me I don’t do it for him I do it for my son because right now he needs a stable home.

And every morning I wake up, I think about my love and what we had and how much I miss him and I wounder what he is up to as I read the text message he sends me every morning.I love you sweetheart always an forever and I promise one day we will be together again you are the only one I need YOU ARE MY GIRL.

(Screen) Name: worley