During July of 2010, I was having a great time of depression, I had just lost my boyfriend of over a year and things were very difficult to bear. At the time, my friend Connor was very close to me.

We had met in math class and we always talked. We were both on track together and we always talked. he always helped me with my problems and talked with me through everything. Connor was tall, pale, and had beautiful dark brown hair. He had a very skinny build, yet he was very muscular and very strong. His eyes were the most beautiful color in the world. They changed colors from light green to light blue. I always adored looking at them to try and figure out what color they were each day. He never seemed to mind.

Eventually of course, I got a slight crush on one of my best friends. He had told me first that he had feelings for me and it left me speechless. He was a great guy, he had a huge heart and he was very nice. I was very happy to hear someone as great as Connor had feelings for me. They weren’t much more then a crush though, until that one day.

Both Connor and I are the biggest nerds. We both loved to play SNES (super nitendo) and he challenged me to a competition. We wanted to see who was better and Super Mario World, one of my favorite games. I had such a crush on him, so I said yes. I didn’t think much of it, nor did he, but we had it planned. For two weeks before the day I was supposed to go over I was so excited. All I could think about was that day and all I could talk about was him. This didn’t seem odd to me, because that’s normally what happens when you have a crush and when you’re very excited about something.

July 31st, the day of our competition, I was a nervous wreck. I tried so hard to make my makeup perfect and I made sure everything was great. My mom gave me a necklace that morning. One I had been searching for forever. It was a dove and it was perfect. I wore that and an orange shirt with a cheetah on it. When he texted me to say he’d be right there to pick me up my heart started to beat so fast. I wanted everything to be perfect. I didn’t quite know what to expect. When he arrived at my house I walked outside and saw him sitting in his mom’s car, I hadn’t seen him since school. He looked so wonderful. I got in the car and I remember it was a slightly awkward ride, but for some odd reason, I felt okay, safe, happy. We got to his house and he asked what I wanted to do, and I said I wanted to play Super Mario like we planned. He was genuinely shocked. He thought that I just wanted an excuse to see him. So we went into his room, where his SNES was. He put in the game and we sat down on his bed to play. I wanted to be close to him, but I didn’t know how he felt. I wasn’t doing to hot at Super Mario, he’s amazing at that game. Eventually he won. He decided to put in Yoshi’s Island, a game I had never played and let me play. I got sick of it, as it was very hard and let him play. Earlier in the week he had told me that he was very ticklish, and that was the only hope for me to beat him. We were laying next to each other on his bed, and I felt like it was a good time to test it out. I grabbed his side and he started to giggle and moved toward me a little. I thought that it was the perfect ticket to get him to be close to me. So I just kept tickling him, and he just kept moving closer. It felt so natural laying beside him. He put down the game and turned onto his back with my hand on his chest and we just talked. We talked about nothing and everything and I just stared into his beautiful eyes. He looked straight at me and kissed me. He kissed me with such a passion. That one kiss just swept me off my feet. As we stopped, he went to say something, but he hesitated. We just went on talking with other things and he gave me a huge hug and kiss before I left. On the eight of August he asked me out and we became official. Within three days of that he told me he loved me and had ever since our first kiss. He said that’s what he wanted to say in the moments after we kissed. I told him I almost did the same. We were so in love.

When I think back on it now, my necklace, which my mom gave me the morning of July 31st, was a sign. I had been searching for a dove necklace just like that one forever. I found it that day, as I found the love of my life, the guy I was searching for. We’ve been together for seven months now and everything has been amazing. We take trips to the beach and we spend so much time together. I love him more then anything and that one simple kiss was all it took.

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©Copyright – by Jeannette Gardner (December, 2007)

This is a “true story” about how I met my Husband on a dating site on the Internet. It’s the unbelievable story behind it that’s truly amazing!

I used to hang out at a country bar called the “Club Palomino”. I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favourite band playing called “Cheyenne”, who were amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs. I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band, to me, he was the best looking one, and I loved his voice along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the “hots” for him and would goggle eye him playing his guitar/singing while I was on the dance floor, or just standing at the bar listening and staring. I’ve always had this thing for bands as I play guitar too, and always wanted to play in a band. They played there for a long time and were the best band at the “Club Palomino”. I would go there as much as I could just to hear them play, and of course, always watching my favourite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a blonde girl, not knowing if she was his girlfriend or wife.

After seeing them playing there for a long time, the “Club Palomino” closed down. Yes, the club had been sold. Wouldn’t you know it a huge townhouse sub-division was put up and the club was gone. So were all the bands and my favourite band, “Cheyenne”.

When I first found out about the club closing down, I wanted to approach “Cheyenne”; particularly the rhythm guitar player and ask where they would be playing in the future. But I didn’t have enough courage to do that. I guess things happen for a reason.

15 YEARS LATER………

As time went on I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I started going out to bars, again, got tired of it and not meeting anyone decent enough. I wasn’t crazy about the bands playing at other bars either. Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. But, I thought I would check it out for fun as I heard so much about it through people even meeting their soul mates from that site. Surprisingly enough, I had a few dates, meeting in public places, but just didn’t find the right one and thought I never would from a dating site. I sort of gave up on it until one night. After getting home from a bar, which I hated, I went on my computer. For some reason I logged in that site again which I was really glad I did. I got an interesting email from a guy and liked his picture. I was also touched by his email and that he was also interested in my picture and profile. From then on we started emailing each other quite a lot from that site. We seemed to have so much in common through our emails. We continued writing and eventually got on MSN, and chatted for quite some time. He was Bulgarian and I was Hungarian, how common was that! We discovered from our MSN chats that we had so much in common. It was really amazing. Our families even lived in the same town of all places. We chatted every night as often as we could.

And then, a miracle happened! We started chatting on our computers about music. Wow…we also liked all the same music and we both wrote songs. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent a particular bar about 15 years ago, which had closed down. Of course he asked me the name of the bar back then. I told him the “Club Palomino”. He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought, “yeah right” to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Lo and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen, “CHEYENNE” “CLUB PALOMINO”. I freaked! I couldn’t believe it! It was him in the picture with “Cheyenne”. The guy I was interested in who was the rhythm guitar player in my favourite band. I was so shocked that I went crazy seeing this picture! It was just unbelievable! Like a miracle happened suddenly! Like a fairy tale! We carried on chatting every moment we had for some time, and eventually he gave me his phone number. We started talking on the phone every night. It was just amazing all the things we had in common about everything! Yes, it was too good to be true!

After about 3 weeks of talking on the phone every night, chatting on the computer & exchanging pictures, we decided to meet. I was brave enough for him to pick me up at my mother’s place as I developed this trust in him, by his voice and his honesty. I met him downstairs in front of my mother’s apartment building. He got out of his car, and the first thing we did was look at each other and start laughing, and laughing like crazy, and couldn’t stop laughing! He took me to the local Canadian Legion where we talked, had a drink together (still laughing) and we got more acquainted. Eventually we went into another room and sat down at a table. After a while, he asked me if I didn’t mind if he got up on stage to do a solo. Hey, a man singing with his guitar was like being in heaven. He got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked! And the guy I admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes, and, was my date! I was in heaven!

We dated for about 2 years and it was absolutely wonderful. Eventually we bought a condo and have been living together for 2 ½ years now. Then, the final surprise! After moving into our condo, we looked out the window and to our astonishment what did we see? The office building of the dating site we joined of all things! What a coincidence that was! In March of 2008, it will be 5 years being together, playing music, and still laughing! We are just two peas in a pod!

He met my friend who I was with at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, and he also remembered seeing us dancing while his band “Cheyenne” played. He also remembered me standing at the bar at times. I used to watch him go to the bar for his coffee and I know our eyes met each other’s at that time. It sure is strange crossing one another’s paths some 15 years ago – and now, being together in a different time in the future, and remembering!

And by the way, that blonde girl he was with at the Club Palomino, was the girl he eventually married which lasted 8 years. He went through a brutal divorce. He did tell me that when I first saw him at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, that I should have approached him and told him “she was bad news”. It’s funny how life is – it just wasn’t meant to be back then. Fate brought us together. We found our “soul mates”!

We got married on Nov. 21, 2009.

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I used to hear people saying,”love is blind”;this also happened to me.The story begun when I fell in love with a pretty girl at school.We really loved each other to the extent that nobody could think that one day we would separate.Our grew stronger and stronger,becoming as new as everyday that goes to the Lord.We went out together,we ate together,in short neither I or her could do anything in her or my absence.My family appreciated her,and her family accepted me,that is we planned to marry each other.
The thirsty of marrying her became “never-meet-dreams” this was after I was selected to join with advanced level studies.I was supposed to travel to another region,this was the beginning of tears,sadness,stress,and frustrations.She got another man who is a teacher at the same school,she aborted several pregnancies,she even did want to hear anything about me,she hated me the way Christians hate Satan,but more wonderful one day she said to me “I really don’t need and love you anymore because you are poor,you don’t have money to give me,fanny enough you are not my type.I have found the man of my life,so never think of me anymore”
It was difficult to accept and believe these words,I tried to call her back but she didn’t answer,she eventually changed her phone number.I tried to call to her in order to mediate I didn’t succeed.
She and her newly got man ended up in marriage,and they got two children.But they had unhappy marriage that resulted into divorce two years ago.She is now back to me with “tears of blood”,wanting me to love her again.I told her that ,it is impossible to me to love her again because I’m already married and I have a happy marriage with my wife…thus I wont love her again…

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Jus recently, I’ve been writing his name in my table. I’m not actually sure of the spelling, is it double L or with H or simply spell as you pronounce.

When a person like me got a crush on someone, it’s a human nature to ask for the name, the cell phone number or any piece of information about him/her. By that time, I already know his name, Philip. Honestly, I’m not that type of girl who asks for his cell phone number or home address. Those things are if less significance than his presence.

My friends were shocked the moment I pointed at him and said that he’s my inspiration. They never find me having romantic attraction with boys and yes that’s a fact. Before, I was a man-hater who refused having communication with boys, they’re dangerous I thought. They tied asking me, “What’s with him? Why him? Huh, does he know about it?” I don’t know which question I will answer first so I simply smiled. You know it’s really confusing for me to like a man as him. He is tall, far-skinned Filipino, and physically fit.

Ok, so how did it started? —- It was second year first sem when I first have a glance at him for he was my classmate in the subject Theology 3 (Discipleship in Community). Although our seat plan gave us the opportunity to communicate with each other, we didn’t because I really don’t like talking with boys. For me, he’s just a classmate and that’s all, nothing more nothing less.

One sem has passed and now second years second sem, he is again my classmate for not just one subject but two – literature 2 (literature of the World) and Sociology 1 (society and culture with family planning). I begun building friendship with boys and the feeling is different. I feel good, secured, and loved. It opened me to the realization that boys are worth the friendship.

So how did I interact with him? It was because during our Litt 2, our teacher grouped us to prepare for reporting. Luckily, we were in a single group. We picked up a number containing the sequence of reports and gothca, we picked up number 1 which clearly means that we are the first reporters. The task given to us was to report about the anglo-saxon literature. Being the first reporters, we needed plan for practice. We meet at a single time where are all available except him. It was an 11:30-12:30 schedule. I was forced to talk to him just to ask his available time to join the practice. No single time available where I’m also available so I divided the tasks and gave him a poem to sing. I told him to create a melody for it in such a way that it brings out sadness, misery, and death which reflects and elegiac lyric. He has no choice but to accept it and promised to prepare for it very well.

One lunch time, he was in his PE uniform probably just after their PE class, I asked him to sing the song that he had prepared but he was shy. Ok so I told him then that he needs to practice it time and time again. He smiled ad nodded.

The reporting day came, we all prepare and rehearse but he was still not with us. We entered the room and fixed the platform which served as our stage. Five minutes after 2, he came holding a guitar and a piece of paper. I was relieved upon seeing him and I started the report introducing the history of anglo-saxon literature. Until we came to the point that we’re already discussing the literary forms present in the said period. First is the heroic epic and we presented a ‘punto-de-vista’ depicting one scene from Beowulf (almost famous heroic epic during the period). Next is an elegiac lyric, he occupied the platform and started strumming the guitar. He played his own melody of the poem the seafarer. We listened carefully and I can feel that he’s a bit nervous. His sweat rapidly came out from his pores. He’s so cute. =)

The report was over and our beautiful teacher provided comments and appreciation for our group. I was so glad together with my group mate’s who tapped my back and said, Till the next grouping again’. I winked at them and it feels so good to know that you’ve reported very well.

Day passed by, I’, here, he’s there, but who cares? And it was a Valentine’s Day when he entered our class looking refresh and cool. That day, exactly that day, my hear beats faster like it had never before. He seemed too bright, alive, and strong and I … kept staring at him. And that’s the beginning of MR. Philip thing. =)

Our schedule for both socio 1 and litt 2 class landed every MWF and those were the moment where we were classmates. Two days after Valentine’s Day, our Socio instructor grouped us in to three: those who never had relationships, those who already had a pas relationship/s but single at present, and those who are currently committed. Fortunately, we do again belong in the same group: the group of those who had past relationship but are single at present.

We were task to answer three questions honestly. These are: first, what are the reasons for break-up? Second, are you ready for another relationship, yes or no and why? And lastly, do you want to have a part 2 with your ex/es, yes or no why? Quite challenging and interesting we say. I was the one who surveyed answers from my group mates. I was supposed to ask one different answer from one another but I respect those who have the same answers and from there I gathered different ides and reasons. What shocked me was his answer when he said that he doesn’t want responsibilities and that’s his reason why he doesn’t want to enter another relationship and also his answer of saying No with the third question. What kind of reasoning was that? I reacted.

That afternoon, I went home and finished all my home works and households chores. His face seemed to be the recent picture registered on my mind for it comprises my vision and imagination. I decided to sleep at 9pm and what a nice thing had happened. I’ went out the class room after our litt 2 class and I can feel that somebody’s following me. I just continued walking when I heard someone calling my name. I searched for that familiar voice and it was a great surprise when I saw him beside me. He smiled and I smiled too. I continued walking until he opened the book he’s holding. He asked me about the definition of an unfamiliar word but I forgot that word maybe because I was so over surprise that time. I was honestly disturbed by his actions, was that the real question he wanted to ask or is it something that he’s just afraid to ask so?

I looked at him in a stated of confusion. He’s sweating much again and he’s so really cute. He looked at me, smiled, and suddenly asks me a question. “Do you have a boy friend? He asked. I replied, “no, I don’t have. I’m a guy, don’t you know that? Do you thinks that’s a good thing, a boy-to-boy relationship?” then I winked at him. He simply smiled and nodded and followed up another question.” Can I court you?” of course, I know that it is his real intention of following me and it is the real question he wanted to ask but was afraid to do so. You know what I did? I bowed my head down, up and smiled and said, “isn’t it that you don’t want responsibilities and you are afraid of another relationship?” I saw him gracefully looked at me and grinned. Suddenly, a loud noise hits my ears. Oh, it’s already 5:30 and my clock is alarming. I woke up and realized it was jus a dream. A dream that might come true or might failed no to. Sadly, I was just simply dreaming… =( THE END

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When Me and Alex first met it was at both of our friends’ wedding. He was a friend of the groom and I was a friend of the bride. He is from a different state so I only met him the night before the wedding. We were paired off to walk together because apparently we looked good together…:).
The day of the wedding I found out that the girl that was helping with our hair and make-up that also came from a different state was Alex’s girlfriend. I was very surprised because it seemed like we had a connection so I didn’t think he had a girlfriend. But as my friend likes to say that didn’t stop me. Well to my defense I was bored so naturally since Alex was sitting next to me at the reception we talked the entire time. (I didn’t have to worry about being bored at the ceremony because I slept through most of it, they let the bridesmaids sit down since it was long).
Well naturally since me and Alex hit it off so great his girlfriend got jealous so when we went to take pictures afterwards she came with us and basically had him all to herself. So I felt left out. But I found another one of the grooms friends to flirt with. And I hadn’t seen Alex again or heard from him after. I did find out later that they broke up and she got married really soon after. The reason they broke up…that will come up later.
So about 2 years pass, and it just so happened that one of my friends that lives in Oregon (that’s where Alex lives also) was getting married. So I went to her wedding. And it actually was a last minute decision because I didn’t think I could go. But I did, and I am so happy I did…:).
I helped with decorations for the wedding, with the flowers and you name it, so during the wedding I was really tired. During the reception which was at the same church the ceremony was at. I decided to go exploring by myself. It was a huge and very beautiful church. Well it turned out that some people that actually go to that church were decorating for this big thanksgiving thing. So I went to check it out and who do I bump into? Alex. We recognized each other immediately and started talking. But I had to go back to the wedding. Later he came to find me and he wouldn’t leave my side. I was pretty impressed… he definitely knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. So he got my number, we hung out the next day, but then I had to go back home. We started talking on the phone every night and before I even knew it I was in love.
He later confessed that the first time he saw me he knew he wanted to be with me. And he said he lost interest in his then girlfriend right after he met me. Which is why after she started pressuring him to get married they broke up.
Now we’re happily dating…well as happy as you can be in a long distance relationship. And we’re actually pretty seriously talking about getting married in the near future.
So love at first sight really does exist, we just clicked that first time we met and fell in love pretty fast as soon as we reconnected after 2 years. :):)

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When I was 17 I worked in a hospital cafeteria, it was a pretty good place to work at. This really tall,dark and handsome guy who was about 6 months older than me started working there soon after I did. At first we didn’t like each other, he thought I was too annoying and I thought he was too full of himself. But working together a lot and sometimes not having anything better to do got us into talking and soon we were great friends.
I didn’t have a car, and since it turned out that where I lived was on his way, he started giving me rides home after work. And sometimes he would even come to my school and pick me up from there to go to work together. We never spent time outside of work though.
Later it became pretty apparent that he had a thing for me. When he wasn’t working he would come to see me anyways and bring me coffee or chocolate or something. He was the sweetest guy. So I started to fall for him, but was too stubborn to admit it. I come from a different culture and I know this may not sound good to some people, but where I come from you date a few months and get married. So if started dating an american guy who didn’t even go to church (thats a big thing for us too) then of course people would talk. And I stay clear of doing things that make people talk. So I did everything I could to fall out of love with Nick. But it just wouldn’t happen.
By then he had already told me how he felt and he knew my reasons for not going out with him so we just kept it that. But he always found every second we had together to just hold me and talk and sometimes we would just look at each other. I couldn’t not tell him how I felt. So I did. But I refused to date him.
One thing that made things harder for us was his mom. She also worked in the hospital where we worked but not in the cafeteria. So she knew who I was and what was going on. She also knew that I was a flirt before I fell in love with her son. And she did not believe that I had real feeling for him because I didn’t go out with him. She didn’t understand me like he did. So she gave him a hard time about it. She told him he wasn’t allowed to give me rides anymore but he didn’t tell me that at the time and continued doing it.
So there we were, almost done with high school, crazy in love but couldn’t do anything about it.
The saddest thing was that Nick was going away at the end of the summer to the air force. So we didn’t have much time left. We kept getting into fights but always ended up making up really soon after.
I just couldn’t handle him leaving soon and he kept asking me to at least go on a few dates with him before he leaves. so I did. We kept them secret though because my parents and his mom would not have been happy.
But his mom was pretty set on making me suffer so she convinced Nick that I was talking to half the guys in the hospital and that he is leaving and doesn’t need a girl like me so we weren’t talking for the remainder of the time we had left together. Of course I regretted wasting so much of it, but in the end it didn’t matter.
He left and I didn’t see him until he came to visit on christmas. He wouldn’t talk to me and it completely broke my heart. Apparently he was mad at me. When he went back I was very miserable so I called him and texted him, I can be very persistant, until he finally talked to me. So we got things cleared up and talked on the phone every night. He told me that he still kept my picture with him all the time and that all his friends there knew about me. He said he couldn’t forget me. So were both very happy.
Then one day when we were talking on the phone he said his mom was calling him and that he had to go. So we said our goodbyes then after about 30 minutes he texts me and says that we can’t continue talking. He did not tell me what his mom told him, and I know for a fact that whatever it was was a lie, but he believed her. So that ended things for us. Of course his mom was very nice to me and acted like nothing happened but I still even to this day do not like that lady.
I called Nick and left him a mean message because I was so mad and left things at that. Then after a few months passed he came to visit again. But I had absolutely no idea he was coming. I was on break and as I was walking to sit down to eat I saw him eating with his mom in the cafeteria. I could not believe it. He looked amazing and he looked straight at me. So I did the only reasonable thing I could do. I completely ignored him and walked right past.
Time passed and I missed him like crazy. I have no idea how he feels about me. I still have his number but I will not call him. I don’t know where he is at or what he is doing. But I do think about Nick a lot. Even though I’ve been in other relationships and have an amazing boyfriend I’m completely in love with right now.
I just can’t forget that dark, handsome, strong guy who was so sweet to me and loved me so much.

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I was 15 when I met him,never knowing that I would b in love with him now but anyways I didnt really like him that much to be honest he was a guy i started dating only to make my boyfriend at the time jealous (and it worked)I was in love with him I thought. I jus knew that we would b together forever(highschool love) but time went on and me and my then boyfriend brokeup,me and him went our seperate ways….then 5yrs later i walked into a gas station and saw him standing there and whats crazy i kinda forgot his name but he remembered mine..and from then on i’ve been in love and I appsolutly cant figure out why I didnt love him then like I do now.we have been back together for 5 months and I know thats kinda soon to be in love but i’ve known him for 6yrs..we argue,we fight(well I fight him)and I fight with him..I hate him most of the time but I think thats only because I love him to much to realize…..(to b 15 and clueless)

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HIM

Jus recently, I’ve been writing his name in my table. I’m not actually sure of the spelling, is it double L or with H or simply spell as you pronounce.

When a person like me got a crush on someone, it’s a human nature to ask for the name, the cell phone number or any piece of information about him/her. By that time, I already know his name, Philip. Honestly, I’m not that type of girl who asks for his cell phone number or home address. Those things are if less significance than his presence.

My friends were shocked the moment I pointed at him and said that he’s my inspiration. They never find me having romantic attraction with boys and yes that’s a fact. Before, I was a man-hater who refused having communication with boys, they’re dangerous I thought. They tied asking me, “What’s with him? Why him? Huh, does he know about it?” I don’t know which question I will answer first so I simply smiled. You know it’s really confusing for me to like a man as him. He is tall, far-skinned Filipino, and physically fit.

Ok, so how did it started? —- It was second year first sem when I first have a glance at him for he was my classmate in the subject Theology 3 (Discipleship in Community). Although our seat plan gave us the opportunity to communicate with each other, we didn’t because I really don’t like talking with boys. For me, he’s just a classmate and that’s all, nothing more nothing less.

One sem has passed and now second years second sem, he is again my classmate for not just one subject but two – literature 2 (literature of the World) and Sociology 1 (society and culture with family planning). I begun building friendship with boys and the feeling is different. I feel good, secured, and loved. It opened me to the realization that boys are worth the friendship.

So how did I interact with him? It was because during our Litt 2, our teacher grouped us to prepare for reporting. Luckily, we were in a single group. We picked up a number containing the sequence of reports and gothca, we picked up number 1 which clearly means that we are the first reporters. The task given to us was to report about the anglo-saxon literature. Being the first reporters, we needed plan for practice. We meet at a single time where are all available except him. It was an 11:30-12:30 schedule. I was forced to talk to him just to ask his available time to join the practice. No single time available where I’m also available so I divided the tasks and gave him a poem to sing. I told him to create a melody for it in such a way that it brings out sadness, misery, and death which reflects and elegiac lyric. He has no choice but to accept it and promised to prepare for it very well.

One lunch time, he was in his PE uniform probably just after their PE class, I asked him to sing the song that he had prepared but he was shy. Ok so I told him then that he needs to practice it time and time again. He smiled ad nodded.

The reporting day came, we all prepare and rehearse but he was still not with us. We entered the room and fixed the platform which served as our stage. Five minutes after 2, he came holding a guitar and a piece of paper. I was relieved upon seeing him and I started the report introducing the history of anglo-saxon literature. Until we came to the point that we’re already discussing the literary forms present in the said period. First is the heroic epic and we presented a ‘punto-de-vista’ depicting one scene from Beowulf (almost famous heroic epic during the period). Next is an elegiac lyric, he occupied the platform and started strumming the guitar. He played his own melody of the poem the seafarer. We listened carefully and I can feel that he’s a bit nervous. His sweat rapidly came out from his pores. He’s so cute. =)

The report was over and our beautiful teacher provided comments and appreciation for our group. I was so glad together with my group mate’s who tapped my back and said, Till the next grouping again’. I winked at them and it feels so good to know that you’ve reported very well.

Day passed by, I’, here, he’s there, but who cares? And it was a Valentine’s Day when he entered our class looking refresh and cool. That day, exactly that day, my hear beats faster like it had never before. He seemed too bright, alive, and strong and I … kept staring at him. And that’s the beginning of MR. Philip thing. =)

Our schedule for both socio 1 and litt 2 class landed every MWF and those were the moment where we were classmates. Two days after Valentine’s Day, our Socio instructor grouped us in to three: those who never had relationships, those who already had a pas relationship/s but single at present, and those who are currently committed. Fortunately, we do again belong in the same group: the group of those who had past relationship but are single at present.

We were task to answer three questions honestly. These are: first, what are the reasons for break-up? Second, are you ready for another relationship, yes or no and why? And lastly, do you want to have a part 2 with your ex/es, yes or no why? Quite challenging and interesting we say. I was the one who surveyed answers from my group mates. I was supposed to ask one different answer from one another but I respect those who have the same answers and from there I gathered different ides and reasons. What shocked me was his answer when he said that he doesn’t want responsibilities and that’s his reason why he doesn’t want to enter another relationship and also his answer of saying No with the third question. What kind of reasoning was that? I reacted.

That afternoon, I went home and finished all my home works and households chores. His face seemed to be the recent picture registered on my mind for it comprises my vision and imagination. I decided to sleep at 9pm and what a nice thing had happened. I’ went out the class room after our litt 2 class and I can feel that somebody’s following me. I just continued walking when I heard someone calling my name. I searched for that familiar voice and it was a great surprise when I saw him beside me. He smiled and I smiled too. I continued walking until he opened the book he’s holding. He asked me about the definition of an unfamiliar word but I forgot that word maybe because I was so over surprise that time. I was honestly disturbed by his actions, was that the real question he wanted to ask or is it something that he’s just afraid to ask so?

I looked at him in a stated of confusion. He’s sweating much again and he’s so really cute. He looked at me, smiled, and suddenly asks me a question. “Do you have a boy friend? He asked. I replied, “no, I don’t have. I’m a guy, don’t you know that? Do you thinks that’s a good thing, a boy-to-boy relationship?” then I winked at him. He simply smiled and nodded and followed up another question.” Can I court you?” of course, I know that it is his real intention of following me and it is the real question he wanted to ask but was afraid to do so. You know what I did? I bowed my head down, up and smiled and said, “isn’t it that you don’t want responsibilities and you are afraid of another relationship?” I saw him gracefully looked at me and grinned. Suddenly, a loud noise hits my ears. Oh, it’s already 5:30 and my clock is alarming. I woke up and realized it was jus a dream. A dream that might come true or might failed no to. Sadly, I was just simply dreaming… =( THE END

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In 1977 I met the love of my life, Pier Paolo, in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He was a coffee exporter there, and I was a tourist.

It was a love of two people who were lonely in a foreign country…and at the age, we were both looking for love. Tall, debonaire, sexy, and quite a wonderful personality, we fell for each other.

Upon my return to the U.S…Pier phoned me many times and asked me to return to Brazil. At first I hessitated, but quite honestly, I was very lonely and not happy and I felt like, what did I have to loose.

So, against my family’s wishes, I returned to live in Rio de Janeiro…but prior to me returning, my parents asked if Pier could come to the U.S. to meet my family which he did. When he visited the U.S., we took a trip to New York City to visit the coffee exchange so he was able to consider the trip a business trip.

We returned to Brazil, where Pier continued his work as an exporter and I began to write. I had graduated from college with a degree in Public Relations and had left a job in Boston with a PR firm. I began to write and his sister, Sunny, came to Brazil to keep me company for a while …
Our love blossomed into such a wonderful time…local restaurants, dreaming of someday marrying, even naming a “future potential sailboat” “la dolce vita”. We danced, fell so madly in love…raptuous sex…long, embraces…every night when he returned from work, he brought me fresh flowers. I was madly in love…madly. We had sex for days before his sister arrived…the days when he did not work.
We used to walk Ipanema Beach people watching.

We were truly, madly in love.

Then something happened which changed our lives forever…I accidentally became pregnant with his child. It happened so quickly…and I was not accustomed to the Brazilian hospitals…which were quite antiquated…then I felt the need to return to the U.S. to have our child.

My brother in law owned his own company which I have to leave the name out for privacy sakes…and he offered a job to Pier…in marketing…perfect.
Perfect, accept that upon our return to the U.S. my sister announced that she was divorcing my brother in law. That is when the nightmare began…she told my brother in law that if he gave Pier a job, she would divorce him and he did not want that. Eventually she divorced him anyway…but meanwhile we were pawns in a game of divorce…a bitter divorce …
Pier had to leave me in search of a job elsewhere…namely New York City. Eventually he landed a job via his family in Italy.
Pier traveled back and forth to New York City for a while.
When our son was born, 4 months later, Pier told me that he did not want me to come to New York with him. I was devastated. He hated my family and thought that what my sister and brother in law did was insane. Pier’s mother came from Italy and told me it would never work.
He moved permanently to New York, changed his phone # to an unpublished number and any mail I sent to him, he returned, unopened.
My heart was broken. I was devastated. I was so alone with a newborn. I tried to contact him on so many ocassions…there was no internet back in those days…virtually, the only way to connect was through his attorney.
I received child support checks in small amounts…and then 3 years later, I had no choice but to file for divorce to be able to move on in my own personal life…and to collect money for the support of our child.

I did move forward, met another man who at first was only a friend. He “took me and my son” under his wings…for many years. Eventually, we married…I wanted to give my son a “normal life”…and my new husband did do that…coached him in baseball, basketball, and other sports.

Meanwhile, I always wondered what had happened to Pier. Deep down, I always loved him and hoped that some day I would see him again.

And I will continue this on my next blog.
Thank You…
Avery

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