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.

(Screen) Name: AlexisxxBieber

It was the strangest feeling I’d ever had, yet it sent such a message to me there was no use trying to ignore it. As I sat rows above the other new students for orientation, my first attempt at college, the most annoying outburst drew my attention to the front row where I first saw him. Surrounded by a group of giggling girls was the man who would change my life forever. From the moment I looked up my stomache warmed slightly tingling as in my mind I thought “I must have him”.
Three days later crusing around with friends we found him doing the same incidently following him until he pulled over. Since we’re all young, new high school grads, it’s only right to act stupid. Six of us decide to pile into my car, a 1985 Honda Prelude not made for six people, especially three who are good sized guys. With two guys and one girl in back, Shane, “the guy” is going to drive and my other friend in the passenger seat I question where to sit, like out of a dream Shane says on his lap. Climbing in I position on the emergency brake Shane grabs my waist instantly I’m on his lap face to face so close I feel him breathing. Crusing with no purpose music blaring, everyone laughing we stop quickly almost missing a stop sign, it was then our eyes locked and time stood still I heard nothing and was lost in his deep blue eyes, and he in my green eyes. I knew it was mutual not only by how it felt I could see it in his eyes, his hand was tight on my hip, then the moment was gone and all Shane could say was “Don’t do that”.
As I tried to sleep that night my mind played that moment over and over anticipating his promised call. Fast forward slightly Shane never had a girlfriend, he was known for one nighter’s but never commitment. After our first date we were inserarable I was new in town and had captured his heart. He would put roses on my winshield when I was at work with cute notes. After a year together durring spring break while visiting my Dad we ventured to get matching tatoos it was amazing. Every day I spent with him I loved him more, he consumed me in the best of ways I thought it would never end.
Although he claimed not to know how to dance one night we drove outside of town to the rocks and hills it was a full moon night,the sky full of stars as we climbed out of his truck he turned up the radio we danced arm in arm whispers of love the only spoken words. Every day and night was full of romance such as this, right down to making love on a white bear rug by a crackling fire, snow covered moutains outside.
After two years of happiness my world stopped turning. I literally stopped living, Shane finished school and moved to Nevada to work in the mines, though I went to see him it fell apart.
I moved back to Idaho lost there came a time I said to my Dad I didn’t know who I was anymore. He and my stepmom were so worried they thought I’d never be in another relationship, I didn’t want to be Shane was all I wanted. Three years later the night before I married a stable man I didn’t love Shane called me, I told him about the wedding and then made the one regretable decition in my life. Shane called saying he was ready to marry me he tried everything to convience me not to marry the man, but to drive to Nevada and marry him. To this day I will regret saying no, this story has holes, and little detail only because as I think of Shane and the time I had with him it cuts like a knife. After seventeen years I still hurt, not a day goes by I don’t have some kind of thought about him. One night my prayers turned into tears just begging God to take the pain away and let me get over him, that was five years ago. I believe the memories are still here for a reason, God always has a plan.
Of course my marriage ended after only four years and in 2006 I met a man who gave me that same strange feeling I felt when I first saw Shane, yet it’s just not the same. I think I do love him truley and this time everything is right, I just wish if just once I wouldn’t think of him.

(Screen) Name: kirstierae

I am 32-year-young woman on an eight-year-long mission to find a gentleman who has changed my entire life, yet whose identity has remained a mystery to me. This quest has taken me from the crowded streets of New York City all the way to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem.
In September 2008, like thousands women before me, I inserted a hand-written note into one of the million tear-washed cracks of the holy Western Wall, asking the Lord to send me personal happiness. But deep in my heart, I knew that the true happiness would consist of finding this man who is a mythical reflection of my self — well, at least, on the outside. It all began on July 7, 2001, inside The Nick’s Kitchen restaurant at 9th Avenue and 14th Street in Manhattan. Absorbed in thoughts about an upcoming job interview, I had been sipping hot coffee and aimlessly looking around when suddenly I noticed a strange figure sitting at a table behind me. What I felt next was nothing short of a shock. Before our eyes connected in a long and piercing stare, I had never realized how closely facial features of a man could resemble mine. Amidst myriad sparks they birthed, his eyes seemed made of glass. I sank in his eyes. I looked into his eyes as if I looked into the mirror. Perhaps I should have said “hello.” Instead, I succumbed to shyness and turned away, burning the cosmic bridge that had been built by our retinas. But this encounter has left a certain footprint in his heart, I thought. After he exited in the company of two male friends, the stranger paused for a moment to take another glimpse of me through the glass wall of the restaurant. This time our eyes generated such overwhelming energy that the mysterious stranger lost his balance and fell to the ground. Soon after the stranger disappeared into the crowd of Manhattan, I paid the bill and left, hoping to grasp another glimpse of him. He reemerged running across the street around 9th Avenue and 14th Street while throwing glances at me. The final encounter of our eyes — the one I would regret for years to come — happened just seconds later. He stood at the entrance of garage pathway, glancing at me. I should have told him something, a sentence, even a word — this could perhaps bring some sort of conclusion to the mystery. Yet I did not. He jumped in his SUV and drove as fast as he could, perhaps due to his own shock of meeting me. Every woman knows her fate. Every woman can successfully identify her Mr. Right. As I walked home that night, I knew that the mysterious stranger from the restaurant — a curly-haired brunette in shorts — was sent to me from above. But this discovery was not a happy moment. It was just the beginning of a long and tedious, yet unsuccessful search until years later, on September 25, 2008, I unexpectedly met my fate again. I had just returned from the above-mentioned trip to Israel and, just like on that day when I met him for the first time, I was on the way to a job interview. Around East 31st Street and Park Avenue, a man wearing a cap and carrying what seemed like a large musical instrument case walked towards me. It was him. I didn’t expect that the prayer would be answered so fast. Overwhelmed by emotions, I nevertheless tried to start a conversation and asked him for directions. He asked about my accent; I felt he recognized me. Then, suddenly, I began to run. I stopped a few seconds later and looked back, but he was already gone. All that I knew at that time was that he had entered the building located at 127 East 31st Street, which is the home of Pacific Television Center. I later paid several visits to PAC TV’s employees at this address because I thought he could have been participating in one of their programs. But no one wanted to shed any light on who this man could have been. I even hired private investigators who gave me the names of the building’s residents. I sent them letters asking to identify the man of my life. But no one answered. I have fell into a major depression, blaming myself for running away from the man for whom I’ve been searching all these years. I knew that the second meeting was nothing short of a miracle. It was God’s answer to my prayer in front of the Wailing Wall. I knew that He sent me the second chance to finally get hold of the man who resembles me so much but I blew it. This story is perhaps my last opportunity to find the mysterious gentleman. I’m including my picture because I’m sure he will recognize me. Whether we’re destined to be together or not, I want to discover who this man really is and place stop to the sadness and guilt that hunted me since our second meeting. In hopes of getting back to normal life, I’ve considered starting a new life in another country. But I am still here in the United States because the potential man of my life might be only a breath away.

(Screen) Name: Arianna

There is this guy named Roby and he kinda has my heart.

He is kind and sweet, he made me believe that there is a possibility between the two of us.

The time that i fell in love with him was the time when i forgot to bring my pencil, he broke his pencil into two and gave me the other half.
Isn’t that sweet?!.

I tried to show him what i feel for him but there were lots of things that keeps getting in the way like his ex. I know he still loves her but my heart won’t give up the possibility that he might like me. Because I’ve seen him I noticed him lots of times that he’s looking at me. Or maybe he is just like that or maybe it’s just coincidence — i don’t know.

He and his ex got back together.

I gave up and never spoken to him again. He showed effort in talking to me , like telling me jokes but I just ignored him.

It was sad I didn’t even say goodbye to him on graduation day , I left him curios.
I hope I’ll never see him again, he hurt me in a way he doesn’t know.

(Screen) Name: story maker777