I remember the first day I layed my eyes on your beautiful golden dirty-blonde hair, your gorgeous sky blue eyes had me under a spell, it seemed. I thought I was in love. I was 12, and your were 13. A year apart wasn’t so bad. I was in 6th grade and you were in 7th. I can still see the day we met when I closed my eyes. You were walking by my house, me and my friend asked you for a hug and you let us touch your Justin Bieber like hair. I loved every second of it. That night I began to have a conversation with you on Facebook and we made plans to do a foolish thing. We sat with each other on the bus every morning and some afternoons and talked all the time. We texted for hours on end and you were my bestfriend. I loved you and I was positive of it. I thought you loved me back. That night when we were ‘uncontrollable’ you were my first kiss. And it was great. I thought we would do that many, many more times. But a week after that, we got in trouble for being idiots and done what we did. You texted me when I was in the principal’s office that we shouldn’t talk because you didn’t want to get arrested. I was heartbroken. You knew that you were everything to me, right? That you helped me and minimize the times when I’d cut myself. Now that you’re gone, I don’t know what to do. I mean, you did so much in so little time and you didn’t care what everyone thought when we hung out. You were hot, sweet, caring, and everything a girl wants a guy to be. You were perfect in my eyes. I was in love of course, my heart pounding when I see you, hoping you’d randomly walk over and tell me your sorry, hug me, and we’d be happy again. But instead, I sit in my bed all night, crying, thinking of you. Was it love, or me being gullible? I’ll never know.

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she is a beautiful girls extra ordinary girl for me…..
i dnt exactly remember…how we got into love… we have different ways of living lifestyles and all… she is simple girl and never involve in dating or partying before..while i have known all that stuff since i was 14….
now am 19…and she is 18…..
Am working as a technical Engineering in one of Taiwanese company…while she is doing her course…

its boring ryte nyway tats an introduction now here we go….keep ur eyes focus…

I first met her when i was at christian youth camp…i never when before but my mom and dad insist me so i went… i saw her on the last day of the camp..she was my cousin best fren…we click some picture together….bt never said a word or say hi…i just went on..with my friends…
since its the last day we…say bye to our friends and pack our things and jump over to bus and head home…. since she was from different place we dont share same bus…she move on the other side…
back home it all begin with a joke…. my cousin told me that her friends like me and says she is my boys and all we have a hearty laugh…and my cousins other cousin ask me to just play her…so i said ok and take her no. from my first cousin….and text her…we continue texting two or three days..we never met we just text sumtyms we hav a conversation over the phone tats ol.once we met in a church but we didnt say hi or nythin i look at her..she was looking at me smiling..i smile at her too..she was with her big bro….so she pass me by..she say hi..but i was with my frens and we are talking so much that before i could say hi she was out of my sight i sigh and look at her walking away…..

days go by atlast i just ask her will you be my galfren..i dnt knw her well neither she does …she told me to wait she said she need time to think so she wil tell tomorrow it was late so i said ok and went to sleep…next day i ask her…what her answer….she says ok…i will but dnt betray me in the end she says..i said ok..without much thinking..
we go well…now its been a years since we fall in love…the day which make me fall in love with her most is her father died …so i drop her in the airport she was crying i feel so sad seeing her that way i look at myself why i am doin this to her…why if i dnt lve her i shouldnt have ask her out i thought alot and at last i promise myself to take care of her..and love her never to leave her nymore…..
from that day i just love her so much…i dnt think i can live without her anymore…we share many happy moment together she love me so much too..we plan and we make it…we fight and we get together,..she is the one i love most….i feel so happy loving her…..

We just get fight without any reason and we alwas make up…i know she love me too.. she said she love me more and i says i love her more than she love me…we just got mad when i spent my time with other gals or whn she does with other guys…thinking bot tis we seem like a kid…but i like it that way…she is a good gal..alwas smile..i did many wrong yet she alwas forgive me…i just cnt tell how much sorry i have said to her…but she just say ok n ok…ok alwas

she have a problem with my ex too….my ex want me to be with me again after two years of gap….i said no but she alwas insist i told her..i have move on n dnt want her nymore bt she alwas insist so i just keep off her contact from me but she is strange she just go on havin a word with my galfren….and saying tis and tat… i feel so hurt when she said to me that my ex told her tis and tat since she dnt hav face tis before it seems she feel so sad so she told me to be apart i told her its ok it wil be fine and says i love her and only her not my ex nymore and ol but she insist so i said ok and we spent apart for the night but its just great in the morning she text me and say sorry bot lastnyte i dnt meant to say tis and tat..i was so happy…i feel so happy after a long sleepless nyte…i feel like all my pain are wash away from just a single word of her…wil u forgive me…she says i says i will till now we alwas face a problem but we alwas make it out…i am in my bed ryte now feeling sick its been a month…i havent seen her long coz we are so far from eachother but we keep texting and kalin even if i dnt see her everyday i knw she alwas long to see me love me miss me and want me….i love her…i LOVE U SINGAH………..

tats my story….but tis is just a piece of it..stil long to go…

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i was 11 when i first talked to him and he was 17, two weeks passed and he asked me if i thought age mattered. i said no, age doest matter if two people are in love. i was really mature for my age and i still am. the day we met was 12.29.09 , and i was fixing to go home and he said wait and ran to me and hugged me and whispered my full name, will you go out with me and i said yes. we are still together and he treats me like im a princess. he promises me he will never leave me…. im just so glad i found someone who would never hurt me and resecpts me. we plan to tell our parents when im 18. i love you so much baby, forever and ever my boo bear

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it started back wen i was in 6th grade and he was in 8th, wen i first saw his face i fell in love,it began by me writing him a note asking if he liked me and if he was intrested in goin out with me and he said yes id be glad to go out with u and thats wen we started hanging out and goin the the bowling ally goin to the movies and stuff like that and one day he comes to school with hickies on his neck the size of a baseball,my heart broke into a million peices a tear came to my eye, i ran up to him and asked him wat that was from nd the most heart breakingest thing iv ever heard was wen he said theyre from ur sister i was destroyed i never thought he or even my own sister would hurt me like that i didnt talk to my sister for awhile and i went home from school that day and just laid in bed crieng and and trieng to wake my self up from the dream but it didnt work :'[

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The Refuge III
By
Elio O. DiClaudio
&
Amy L. Melendez

You witnessed our first meeting;
you were witness to our last

You brought us back together again,
on one of the darkest days in this lifetime,

To our “church” where we met for the first time so many years before.

Thru the days you watched us sweat beneath the desiccating sun

Loving each other, always wanting more, never enough time

And at night in the back seat when we were one
Kneeling down to Pray

In the shadows’ neath your boardwalk, she opened me to love

Inside each other,
we needed to remember this day, this moment

Not long after I stand on our spot alone,
with just the sun above

So, I could leave him again,
or did he leave me, at our “church” door

As sweat turned to tears, I sought comfort by the moonlight

Beautiful Bella Luna, was not written for us to stay too long,

Your rippling waves murmuring “don’t fret it’s alright”

Kill me first with your sword, then yourself…do it so we can be together, promise me my Love

Water to water, salt to salt,
that’s the cycle that’s the beat

I had no holy water to cleanse my broken heart
I jump into you, the waves claim the tears

Wanting Him to jump back into me,
to make me HIS again

Water to water, salt to salt, the cycles complete

My heart went the wrong way, in every other direction, but HIS

As sweat and tears merge in your cleansing baptism

Take me back to our “Church” forgive me my TRUE LOVE

With simple and humble words, I offer you this tribute

With silent suffering,
I learned to write down every word
You gave me peace, you gave me refuge

I want peace again, wanting to go back to our “Church” our sweet refuge

A synchronicity emerging
The clock is ticking, the heart is pounding, a synchronistic event is being born

A birthday celebration, a class reunion,
family gatherings

Yes, Yes its time for this to happen, now, again, nothing to fear

Voids of time, in between which a chance to reunite old souls

I remember you – dear friend, I remember the smile, the face, the touch

Back home where years ago together they took their first strolls

So many years, how I’ve wanted to touch you again and to see your beautiful face

One, twenty nine, two thousand ten
Room three 0 nine at nine pm

All the nine’s, they added up perfectly…
thank you Universe!

Nevertheless, the numbers don’t add up, the hearts and souls are out sync
The bodies grasp and struggle for the moment

Kissing again, loving again, too much too soon – WAIT (Please, Don’t Go)

Searching in the candlelight,
it vanished in a blink

Lost in the frenzy of a ticking clock
Noise echoing inside my head

If not here and now what other when and where instead?

By the light of that beautiful moon outside the room, – WAIT (Listen)

The energy’s in chaos we can’t refute
Is there still the chance for our last refuge?

BY THE LIGHT OF THE BELLA LUNA, THAT NIGHT, IN A NEW LIFETIME, WE WERE JOINED AGAIN AT OUR “CHURCH”, WERE WE FOUND OUR REFUGE

We were given the blessing now, for us to recognize, that WE DID find our Refuge, our Sanctuary, with Each Other, whenever and whenever it was possible.

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there was this boy in year 6 tht i really liked and he was soooo cute. i askd him out and he said no because he has never tlked to me. so i got to know him and then asked him again. he said yes and that made my day. so like we all do, we hang out, go swimming, go to the cinema bowling. then i was supposed to meet him at the park so we could hang out. so then in the morning of the day im supposed to be meeting him my bestfriend rings up and says dont go to the park to meet him. i thought she was joking so i hung up. she rang me back and said i seriously shouldnt go. i asked her why and then her voice dropped and she said tht he had dumped me. my heart missed a few beats. i was so sad, so i rang him back and asked him why he dumped me and he said me and him were like two jigsaw pieces that just didnt fit together. i hung up and started crying, i thought this isnt fair. my life had just started getting better, he was and will be the only person i truely loved. im in year 7 now and moving up to year 8 in summer. me and him dnt tlk anymore. it ruined are relatioship as friends. i also hate it that he has changed for the worst at grammer school.

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hey friends.here is my own story to share with u..i fell in love wen i was 14./it all started the day wen i askd him for friendship.despite the age gap of 9 and half years i was lucky enuf to be accepted as a friend..we exchanged e mail…somtimes chat..only after 2 months we exchanged mobile numbrs..i used to talk frm my mothers fone..(i got my persnl fone i mnth latr)..
rumours spread lik fire ..it had to be we both were the smartest nd the hottest in our respective groups..ppl said “we r just attracted..its not friendship…just infatuation…” .
why do they hav to worry wheathr m attracted or lovd or killed..ppl sue evry blooming relatin with their unnecessary interventions..uff….and then fingers wer raised on our morality..’where the hell is this written that frindsip is immoral’…we decided to quit our frndsip wile talking on fone..we both kept crying the whole nite..u kno, wat is destined cant be prevnted..we were back..we used to say…we will always be frnds…will never becom lovers…but slowly we moved on from frnd to best frnd..we shared almost evrything..after 7 months this bestfrnd tag changed..he proposed me and i cudnt refuse….we were 2gether now..frm then onwards,i was living for him…nd he for me..i have nevr imagind that a boy can b so true nd loyal …the love the happiness i got cannt be expresd in words.many unusual things happened..we faced every difficulty which came our way..and with them our love grew stronger…we became our strenth..we loved nd loved ……….we live in diffrent cities but our soul survives as 1…..guys,u kno wats the best part of it,now am 17 nd we still love eachother the same..and plan to disclose the secret to our family as i bcom 18 nd eligible for it and get engaged next year…

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I was fifteen when I met Akira.  He was sixteen at the time.  I remember the day perfectly.  I was sitting in fourth period History when my guidance counselor came knocking at the door.  After my teacher let her in, she took a deep breath and said “Here is your new student, Akira Zhang.  I expect you will treat him with the utmost respect,” and left.  At least that’s what I think happened.  I was too busy staring at Akira like every other girl in class.  He was in a word, beautiful.  He was six foot three and his body was absolutely perfect- muscled but not too much.  You could see his six pack through his shirt!  His face was perfect too.  His hair was long and black and straight and silky.  His eyes were a fantastic color that changed every minute from melty gold to light sexy green to darker emerald with mahogany hues.  They were framed with long dark lashes.  His eyes look slightly Asian in their shape.  His skin was perfect and smooth and had an amazing Mediterranean tan.  However, he looked detached, emotionless like a beautiful statue and it bothered me.  He said nothing.  My teacher gave him an empty seat in the back of the class.  It was sorta close to my seat.  He ended up next to Violet Sanders.  She was the most beautiful girl in school.  She was mean and pretty and rich and got whatever she wanted.  Very cliche but still very true.  Her hair was long and blonde like Blake Lively and had the perfect beachy waves.  Her skin was tan and her eyes were ocean blue. He didn’t react to her beauty when he saw her.  That threw her off.  She looked flustered by his apathy.  He sat down, still having said nothing.  My teacher, Mr.Hudson passed out our assignment.  We had to read a “diary entry” of a Muslim girl and try to make a list of assumptions about Islam based on the passage.  A few moments later, for the first time, Akira spoke.  He raised his hand and said “I don’t understand.”  Mr.Hudson countered with “What is not to understand?”  Akira replied that he couldn’t understand why they were doing the assignment.  Mr.Hudson said that it was to learn about Islam.  Akira countered that we wouldn’t learn anything by making even more assumptions about Islam than we already do in America.  That caused Mr.Hudson to collect all the passages up and he left the class, red in the face, claiming to go to the bathroom.  We all knew that he was just leaving to have a shot of tequila in the Attendance Office with Mr.Berkeley.  Akira just sat there and pulled out a book that, to my surprise was in Japanese. I’m fluent and literate in Brazilian Portugese, Italian, Filipino, and Farsi (my native languages) but I also knew Japanese, Okinowan, Chinese, Cantonese, English, Spanish, Classical Arabic, German, and French (I study languages in my spare time) so I knew what he was reading.  I took a slip of paper and wrote “Where did you move from?” in Japanese.  I got it passed to him.  Upon receiving it, he looked at it and put it in his pocket without looking at me.  A week passed.  It turned out that Violet wanted him and was trying her hardest and failing.  During lunch, I saw him.  He walked up to my table and handed me a small slip of paper, gave me a blank stare, and left.  It was the same one I gave him last week.  It said “I was born in Hawaii but I was raised in Japan and the Philippines” in Japanese.  After that, communication ceased.  We never talked. Ever.  But then, a few months later we were paired up for a research project in Science.  This meant we had to work outside of school.  We met up at my house, never straying from the project.  One day, I asked “Why are you so quiet?”  I had no place asking considering how shy I was.  He said       “There is no one I wish to talk to.  I’ve had it with that blonde girl always bugging me.”  “But still, you’re so quiet.  Don’t you get bored?”  “Well, it’s okay talking to you, I guess.”  “Awww.  You like me?  That’s so sweet!” I gushed sarcastically.  “I guess,” he said.  From then on, we hung out a lot.  I started to fall in love with him.  Before I knew it, I was head over heels.  Despite his cool exterior, he was really a emotional person.  His father was a rich man.  He owned a large seafood market in Japan and the Philippines.  His father was a Japanese man and his mother was a half Greek, half Spanish woman.  The marriage was arranged for money reasons.  When Akira was twelve, his little sisters and himself became stranded in India.  They wandered for three years before being found and lived in the Slums, having to protect his sisters from pimps. The day they returned home, Akira’s father beat him with a tree branch, screaming at him for being stupid enough to get lost for three years.  His angry father sent Akira and his sisters to live in America where Akira would be their primary, emancipated caregiver to teach him “responsibility.”  He had suffered so much and I was his only friend.  I didn’t think he liked me though.  I was ugly.  And boring.  One day, at my house we were hanging out when I boldly asked, “Chibi,” (I had nicknamed him that- It was the Japanese word for “cute”- he hated it) “Have you ever been in love?”  He looked unaffected.  “Yes,” he replied quietly.  “Are you currently in love with her?” I inquired.  Again, he replied “yes.”  My heart sank.  He loved another.  Why would he love me?  I was certainly nothing special.  “Is she pretty?”  “No, she is beautiful.”  Of course.  I knew she would be.  “What is she like?” I inquired further, my heart breaking more with each breath.  “Well, she is very intelligent- she knows a lot of languages.  Her favorite flowers are orchids, hibiscus, and calla lilies.  She loves Nutella on whole wheat bread and is obsessed with eating it every morning.  She likes to draw.  She hates to clean and isn’t a fan of Popsicles.”  Wow, she was a lot like me.  Before I could put the pieces together, he cradled my face in his strong yet soft hands.  He looked into my eyes with more emotion than I’d ever seen him express.  He whispered, inches from my face, “I love you.”  I was shocked and in a blind moment, I reached up and kissed him.  My first kiss.  His lips were warm and soft.  It didn’t last long.  I pulled away, my blindness gone.  My cheeks felt flushed.  I whispered “I love you too.”  He pulled me back to him and we kissed for a long while.  Before I knew it, his shirt was one the ground and mine was working its way there.  I yearned for his body and warmth and love.  I was a virgin now.  Maybe soon I wouldn’t be.  I suddenly stopped.  I pushed him away.  My family would be home soon.  I was already in an arranged marriage.  I couldn’t do this.  He looked confused.  I made him leave.  He asked what was wrong but I kept refusing to tell him.  He eventually left.  I stalked up to my room and cried.  I loved him but I was in an arranged marriage.  I was sixteen and I couldn’t make my own decisions.  A few months later, my cousin Aliana was in the hospital after attempting suicide.  She was in a coma.  She might not wake up.  It was too much.  We had played together as kids and we talked and hung out a lot. She was my best friend-the only person I’d told about Akira.  I hadn’t expected this.  I went home from the hospital while everyone else stayed.  I took a cleansing shower and exfoliated and used my face mask.  After I got out, I waxed my legs and treated my hair so it was silky and shiny down my back.  I liked to make myself over when stressed despite how little makeup I wore, if any.  I thought of Akira.  I missed him.  I wanted to talk to him.  I still loved him.  Suddenly I got an idea.  I fished through my drawers for my favorite nightgown.  It was made of white silk and was short to my mid thighs.  I combed my hair and curled my eyelashes.  I needed him so much.  I slipped on some slide-on shoes and started to walk to his house.  It was really close to mine but you could never tell with all the Carolina Countryside in the way.  When I got there, he was out front in his pajamas, thinking.  I suddenly lost my bravery and started to walk away but then he saw me.  He got up and walked toward me.  I remained frozen.  “Why are you here?” he asked coolly.  “Akira, I love you.  I’m so sorry about what happened.  I was so scared and I just couldn’t handle it.  I’m really in love with you.”  My voice cracked on the last word and my eyes were welled with tears by the time I was done talking.  His face had softened.  “It’s okay.  Don’t cry,” he said softly.  We looked up at each other, holding eye contact.  Suddenly, we kissed passionately.  I felt his yearning and love and he felt mine.  He carried me to his room.  He sat me gently on the bed and we kept kissing with more passion as time passed.  His hands moved to my shoulders and pulled down the straps.  The gown was at my hips and he gently pulled it off and dropped it on the ground.  Next he started to take off my panties.  I had worn a lacy pair for tonight.  Once again, they too were on the floor.  Next, we kissed again and I was on my back underneath him.  I pulled off his shirt and ran my hands over his strong back.  He then stood up and took off his sleeping pants and silk boxers.  He looked so beautiful like that, naked.  I was speechless.  He moved back onto the bed and we wrapped our arms around each other.  His bare skin felt so good against mine.  I liked running my hands over him and feeling the muscles as well as his smooth, warm, perfect skin. I could feel his heartbeat.  I loved how gentle he was.  I laid down so I was again on my back underneath him as opposed to sitting up.  He got on top of me.  I moved my hands onto his back.  We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and touched, and touched again.  All of a sudden, I felt nervous.  I had never made love before.  It could be painful.  When that came around, I was so excited but so nervous.  He rubbed my back and was about to do it when I said softly, “I’m a virgin.”  He paused.  “Do you want to wait?” he asked gently.  “No,” I whispered.  He could see I was nervous. “Are you sure?”  “Uh-huh.”  “It might hurt.”  “Okay,” I said.  He pushed inside me gently.  The first thrust didn’t hurt like I expected.  He looked at my face for “okay” to do it again.  I nodded.  He thrusted in again.  He felt so warm inside me.  Oh, it felt so good.  He thrusted faster and I panted more and it felt better each time.  I felt something amazing coming but I had no idea as to what it was.  I dug my nails into his hips and he pushed harder.  I moaned.  He whispered my name.  But then, it happened.  I felt like, the stars had aligned and made Akira and I a whole entity.  I knew he had one too because I had never seen that look on his face before.  We kept going and aligned to stars again.  After that, I felt so tired.  I fell asleep in his bed.  I woke up on his bare chest.  He awoke when I did and said “Maybe you should get some more sleep.  I love you,” and kissed me lightly.  “Okay.  I love you too,” I whispered.  I fell asleep in time to see Akira getting out of bed.  I awoke a couple hours later but I was alone.  It was ten o’ clock in the morning.  Akira was gone, nowhere to be found.  I waited for him for a couple hours but still no show.  His sisters were gone for the week, visiting his parents but he wasn’t allowed to come.  I started to freak out.  He left me after making love to me.  I started to cry.  I was all alone now.  I had no one else, not even my family.  After all, they did arrange this betrothment to some guy.  My only supporter was in the hospital.  I cried more.  I left.  I stayed in my room and cried all day.  I felt so hurt.  He called me and I wouldn’t answer.  The next week, he approached me in school.  I refused to talk to him.  A couple weeks passed and he finally got the message.   One day, I was sitting in my room doing homework.  I looked at my calendar and I saw my period week marked.  It was last week.  I still had not gotten it.  Then it hit me, Akira and I didn’t use protection.  That meant I could be pregnant.  I got an at-home test to take- it was positive.  This was bad, real bad.  He didn’t even love me.  I couldn’t abort though.  I wanted to keep my baby.  I was still avoiding Akira.  I still loved him though.  I felt so confused him.  Even if he didn’t love me, he would love the baby, right?  What if he ran or said the baby wasn’t his?  Eventually a few months later, I decided to tell him.  At school, the next day, I approached him.  He said coolly, “What do you want?”  “I need to speak with you.”  “About what?”  “I can’t say it here.  Meet me at the tree on the end of our street.  Tonight.”  “Sure,” he said, irritated.  When it came time, I chickened out.  I was too scared.  I stayed in my room the rest of the day and slept.  I awoke in the middle of the night with a wierd feeling.  I felt like someone was watching me.  I saw a figure in the darkness.  I was too scared to scream.  “Shhh,” he said.  Oh my god!  He’s a rapist.  God help me!  “It’s me, Akira,” he said and stepped forward.  It was him.  Before I could ask why he was in my room at two in the morning, he said “Why did you want to talk to me today?”  I didn’t know what to say.  “I um, I uh,” I stammered.  This was too much.  I felt my hormones kick in.  I started to sob.  He looked at me, confused.  He sat on the bed and rubbed my back and said soothingly, “It can’t be that bad,”and wrapped his arms around me.  “Shhh,” he whispered and wiped a tear from my cheek.  “Akira, I-I’m, um,” I stuttered.  ” You’re what?” he asked.  “I’m, uhhh, pregnant. I’m so sorry.”  “It’s okay,” he said.  He said “We’ll get through this together.  We love each other and we will be good parents to this baby.  I love you and my unborn child more than life itself.”  I was touched by his words.  “I love you too.”  Telling my parents didn’t go very well.  I ended up living in Akira’s house with his two little sisters.  They were adorable and beautiful like tiny dolls.  Reiko and Saki.  Saki was outgoing while Reiko was shy.  They were twins.  Reiko and Saki both had large, round Asian eyes like apricots.   Reiko had watery blue-grey eyes and silky straight jet black hair and creamy, milky skin.  Saki had slighter darker, golden skin, toffee coloured ringlets and lovely, golden eyes.  They were seven.  They knew I was with their brother and they treated me so kindly.  When the day came, I was in the hospital room.  Akira’s family had taken a liking to me and allowed him back into the family and all of them were at the hospital.  The contractions hurt.  Bad.  I was giving birth to my baby but then everything went black.  I woke up, tired and sore.  Akira was at my bedside.  “What happened?” I asked.  “You don’t remember?” he said, looking puzzled.  “No.”  He called the doctor in.  “Oh it’s fine,” he said, “Many women experience bouts of amnesia in pregnancy and childbirth.”  He looked relieved.  “What happened?” I asked again.  “Would you like to see?” said Akira.  “Okay.”  He left for a moment and to my surprise came back with my mom.  She was angry with me because of my pregnancy.  They were each carrying something.  Akira came over and asked if I wanted to see my babies.  I was confused.  He explained I had given birth to twins.  I nodded.  He handed me the bundle in his arms.  “Say hello to your mommy,” Akira cooed, so unlike him.  It was a boy. His hair was straight like silk and jet black like Akira’s, they had the same eye shape and eyelashes but his were more gold in color like a tiger.  My son’s skin was more olive with gold undertones like me. He had my ears and fingers and fine yet thick hair.  He was beautiful.  His lips and miniature nose were perfect.  I loved him. The pain was completely worth it.  I nourished him and cradled him in my womb.  My mother walked over carrying my other child.  “Here,” she said smiling as she gave me the baby.  I immediately loved her just like her brother.  Her hair was silky, a soft charcoal black with red and brown in it like mine, thick, curly into ringlets and waves, with fine hair strands and lots of them just like me.  Her skin was the same as her brother’s and mine.  Her eyes were shaped like mine and large as apricots with long, black lashes fluttering out just like mine.  Her eye color was even the same as me though it was much more beautiful on her- switching between a piercing, baby blue and midnight blue and violet.  Her tiny nose and tiny, rosebud lips were perfect.  Her cheeks were flaming with color.  I was a pround, seventeen year old mother.  I chose their names, Sean and Camilla.  I nursed them for the first time.  I felt so close to my babies, feeding them my own snow-coloured milk.  We all lived with Akira close to his family and lived happily ever after.

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june 2009…i was waiting for bus..then i got a bus of yamunanagar…i got seat…my bus mate was a boy..when i saw him i used to sat with him…i opened my resume and start reading it…he read my name from it and then asked are you going for any interview….then we talked till i reah my stop…a littlebit i like him…then we gave our email id to each other…after that on that day i sent him mail….then we started to talk with each other by mail..then i gave him my number…we used to talk with each other on phone…we talked as friend..one day he forced me to say i love u..i said…then we became lover….now a dayz we also talks with each other…..we met many times…about in one year we kissed each other on 27-april in a atm…dat was a great movement…i love him ver much…i know not a interesting story…ya if u understand den its a great story…if god will with us den we will become soulmate…….

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i was in love with her when i was in class 9 se was my senior,in the same school , i loved her very much but could’t dare to tell her my feelings.we met each other frequently daily due to our family relation , and i noticed that she was more attracted towards me in my whole family ,i dont know whether she loved me or not but i loved her very much .one day i started sending her sms but she did it too,we look each other daily in the school one day i asked her to call her by her name she said ye s / i can call her by her name,since then i thought that she also loves me, one day i sent few sms to her and her dad received it and complained to my mom .since then till today we haven’t talked to each other but met each other several times silently i still love her very much

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