I have liked the same guy since fourth grade. That is a long time seeing as I’m now going into seventh. If your looking for a young love story with a lot of ups and downs, this one is for you. But I must warn you, its a story that takes place over the span of three, almost four years; it might take awhile.

It all started in fourth grade. I have never been into sports but imagine my surprise when a cute, funny, and outgoing BOY helped me figure the game out. Four-Square was the game of the year. He’d start to get me out when I got better, but before that, he got me to square two and helped me stay there, and I’d help him stay in square one. Then when four-square got banned for being too competitive, another boy in my class suggested we play a game he made up, soon after known as Wall Ball. He did the say thing for me there too. The first time it dawned on me that I might actually like this boy was when someone yelled something while we were playing the game. The boy and I were playing against each other and since we are a competitive class, we don’t like long games. Unlike him, I was actually trying, but no matter what I did I couldn’t get him out. I loved watching the faces of the boys when I beet the person who was the best at it, my best friend, that was a boy. He didn’t even have to try, he was winning. But the boys were getting antsy. The next one in line yelled,” Can someone please just get out already. Or are the lovebirds to in love to get each other out.” And even then, when I didn’t like him back, he was still protective of me. He quickly got me out while I was still processing the information. The boy who yelled that out took his turn to emidiatly find himself humiliated at how fast he got out. That was the last thing I saw before I ran off to tell my friends. It was that day when I realized that I liked him.

The nest year, of course, I had still liked him. Though now I wanted him to like me back. So naturally I took the teasing approach at first. And that’s the only approach I took for awhile. My crush plays guitar and loves the 80’s rock style. Mainly that being the hair. Even though he was the most popular boy in my class, he still got made fun of. So I made fun of his hair, a jacket that matched a girls, and boots that were bedazzled. I realize these were some pretty weird things but if you like someone enough it shouldn’t matter what they look like or their fashion choices, the only thing that should matter is their personality. And it shouldn’t be up to you to change someone’s style, it is theirs to change, if they want to. The worst one that I can think of was the boots. I made fun of them, said I was sorry then did it again. I never apologized to him for that. Why I’m talking about this, you will realize later. The major thing that happened to me that year was self-rejection. I had, for whatever reason, a drop of self-worth for the last trimester for fifth grade. Why would someone like him want me? What qualities do I have that this girl over her has? None. she is more pretty, and skinny than me. And so he must like he. Not me. Right? There are so many reasons this is wrong because I was, nd am, pretty. I don’t have to be perfectly skinny to get the guy. But, of course, I didn’t realize this. So I tried for weeks to figure out a way to make myself prettier. Skinnier. Then I tried just to not like him anymore. A new kid came and I thought maybe if I like him then I won’t like this guy who doesn’t like me because I’m ugly and fat. Yes, I was in fifth grade and thinking these things. But, just as you thought, that strategy didn’t work like I wanted to. And so another year passed of me not knowing weather or not he liked me.

The beginning of sixth grade was a blur. But then the annual week long camping trip came  up. I didn’t think anything would happen, but boy was I wrong. The first day passed like a blur with the only highlight of the day being I was in a group with him. We went to the beach that night. It was sunset and I was sitting next to him. Everyone else was playing tag and building sand castles. I don’t exactly remember why we were sitting there but I’m glad I was. I had been thinking about last year and teasing him about the boots. I’d meant earlier to tell him I was sorry for teasing him, but it kept slipping my mind. I chose then to tell him. ” You know how last year I made fun of your boots,” he looked at me and without waiting for an answer, I continued on,” Well I already apologized to you about that. But then I did it again, and well I realized I hadn’t apologized for it.  Well I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry for that.” During my shaky, awkward speech, he looked down at the ground. But then I said sorry and he looked up. He smiled and looked me directly in the eyes and I smiled. We both blushed and looked down at the ground. I sat there for a minute awkwardly before I got up and ran to go tell my best friend. When I got back I talked to my older cousin and he said to tell him that I like him. So the next day I told him that. I didn’t wait for an answer. Life went by, slowly but surely. We both got invited to a boy- girl party. We played truth or dare. He and I were both asked the same question, name your crushes form kindergarten back. I did and so did he. We got to fourth grade and we both said that we have liked the same person since then. Neither of us said who. A week later I texted him and asked him who the mysterious girl was. He replied with, you never said who you liked so I’m not going to tell you. I told him that I’d liked him since fourth grade. He said he’d already known this but wanted to know for sure. He also said that he too had liked me from fourth grade.

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Well it all started at my freshman year winter formal. At the time I had a boyfriend but our relationship was going down the drain so anyway we were dancing and having a good time but then he told me that he had to step outside for a minute and I was left alone and as soon as he left a slow song happen to play. And I saw my friends with their dates and the rest of the school and I panicked because I had no one to dance with and as I was about to leave the dance floor I felt someone tapped my shoulder twice and when I turned around I see this black haired, light skin, tall, boy ive never seen at school before and when I looked into his beautiful blue eyes I absolutely fell in love everything felt so perfect and I honestly I never felt that feeling even with my boyfriend at the time. He softly whispered in my ear “can I dance this song with you?” And of course I didn’t refuse so we danced and he whispered in my ear again and asked my name and he said my name was beautiful and that i was too and I asked for his and I thought it was pretty unique. So my date had not return and I was starting to worry so In the middle of our slow dance I had to confess and say I came here with my boyfriend and I did and he seemed upset and he said well “it was a nice dance” then he said goodbye. The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I told my friends about Him and asked if they knew him but they never heard of him. I didn’t see him since the dance so I just I forgot about him and told myself you’ll never see him again … Then sophomore year came. I was ready and happy to start the new year then I went to my classes and it was my last period which was math and of course I was always late and I saw a couple of people there then the last person who walked in was HIM! I couldn’t believe it. But I don’t think he recognized me because I changed a lot since my freshman year and one day we had to partner up in class and my teacher had chosen us and he sat next to me and he kept poking my leg and kept smiling at me and Saying my legs were soft. I just smiled back then we started talking. And after class he ran up behind me and grabbed my hat and ran off with it then he came back and returned it and we started talking about our lives and how he plays guitar and I just fell in love even more. So later on that year we hung out a lot and ditched classes together and just go behind the school and talk. I founf out we shared the same passion for music. I love listneing to oldies and he does too. We just connected so much. He asked me to go to the movies with him. Then a couple days later he asked me to prom then a month later, last day before we went on spring break we shared our first kiss together and all I felt was butterfly’s and It was just perfect. Another month passes by, he asked me to be his girlfriend. So it was the end of the year and we were together for three months at this point and I found out I was going to spend my junior year at a continuation school called Montecito due to my bad grades. We were both scared because we thought we wouldn’t see eachother often and were known as the “clingiest couple” at school. It’s pretty funny I guess. A fee weeks past and j got a phone call from him and said “babe I’m going to that school with you!” I was shocked and I said “no you can’t spend your senior year at Montecito!” And he said “I don’t care all I want is to spend it with you” for three days I tried convincing him not to but he didn’t listen. So I spent my whole junior year with him. We did everythig together. When we were together for 7 months we said “I love you” then when we were together for 9 months we both lost our virginities together. He was 17 and I was 16. His birthday was two weeks away so I have him a early birthday present. Well during my junior year we went through a lot of battles together but we seemed to fix things, move on and love eachother. I messed up a lot and he did too. But we forgave eachother and kept loving eachother no matter what. We were too much in love to lose eachother. Well we we recently broke up. We were together for a 1 year and 3 months. A lot of stuff happened and it just wasnt working out. We talked recently about our break up and we are good. We’re mutual. And we still love eachother very much but right now were good as just staying friends and it honestly brings me great joy that we are in good terms instead of holding grudges and not talking. So that’s my first teenage love…

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Neeraj Thapa born on November 24, 1996 is known as Nepali Justin Bieber. He is widely known as Nepali Justin Bieber in Nepal. His Biography inspires everyone despite of his young age. He has upload many Covers of Justin Bieber Songs on youtube. He, many time fought with haters, even with his best friend who called Justin Bieber gay. He hates it when someone says Rubbish about Justin. Neeraj tells everyone that Justin is a guy who struggled and his really talented young artist. He calls him biggest boybelieber. It's kind of a love story between a fan and his idol.
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Let me tell you how me and my boyfriend were able to fix things up in this really unassuming place where we want to spend our honeymoon after we get married this coming June. After almost a month of breaking-up with him because of heartaches and quarrels (Reason? You know the type – some petty little things like I think Sarah Geronimo’s wonderful while he thinks she’s one awful singer), I started looking for a good hotel, resort, what-have-you, just to release the bad thoughts that were swarming around my head during that time. You know, I’m a call center agent in Makati and every night’s like a living hell (not to mention my annoying boss) so I was craving for a quick summer getaway. I then started to look for one on the Internet by visiting websites such as Expedia but then the places that I’ve seen were just-above-the-average type and the rates there were too expensive!

Because of frustration, I posted on my Facebook wall that I am “planning to stay in one of the best resorts in Cavite or hotels somewhere in Laguna even for just one night. But I’m not sure where’s the best hotel to unwind in. After a day or two, my boyfriend messaged me on Skype that he knows one the best resorts in the Philippines to have a good time. I said “Weh?” I ignored him for a couple of days but then he kept on bugging me with his text messages every night. And then he asked me for a dinner in his Lola’s place. Call me crazy but I gave in to his request. You know the picture, girls, when former lovers see each other after quite a while: awkward gestures, meaningful stares, his family members asking you how you are doing and their repetitive blah-blahs that “Mas bagay talaga kayo ni Ralph!” After all the greetings and kumustahan in their ancestral house, an inevitable Bea Alonzo-and-John-Lloyd-Cruz-Come-Back-To-Me scene took place in their kitchen. He said we can patch things up but I only need to give him a second chance. Then he told me that his cousin Jay is working in a resort, restaurant, and hotel in Cavite and that the guy wants to see me.

See, my plan was to completely forget him and just have a good time – alone! But then, I must admit that when I saw him again after I-don’t-remember-how-many-weeks was like having my 18th birthday. He also looked better without having me around. Insecurity slapped me. Curiosity boggled my mind. So I gave in to his request (for the nth time).

When we were already in this very unassuming resort in Cavite, I asked Ralph if he’s gonna be staying with me there for the whole night. He said yes. After staying in front of the resort’s Waterfront Pool for quite some time, I was surprised to see how more good-looking my ex-boyfriend has become (aside of course from being more buffed). But what surprised me more is the way he looked at me from afar. I was getting my feet wet while he was staring at me from the deeper part of the pool – his eyes a mixture of yearning and sadness. So I told him that if he really wanna fix things up, he won’t be too demanding and too possessive, that he will let me become more careless and be myself, and that he will teach me how to swim (shame on me!) that very day.

After almost 5 minutes of hesitation from his eyes, a smile broke from his lips. 🙂

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Me and Angela never wanted to get married to each other but we have no choice. My Dad would fire me from my job if I don’t marry her and its goodbye to her glamorous life if she won’t. We hated each other, I’m serious and I concentrate about business while she’s childish and stubborn.

A month after, things between us finally cooled down, we started to understand and became comfortable with each other and not long after we fell in love.
When we heard from the doctor that she was pregnant, it changed our life, we became closer and happier, we wanted the baby so badly. I would come home early so we can have dinner together and call every 2 hours just to check up on her.

One day, I was called for a meeting on my day off, I left my cell phone on the car and when I checked it, there were 5 missed calls from Angela, before I can call her back, my mother-in-law called and informed me that Angela was rushed in the hospital, the doctors tried their best to save the baby but it was too late– she miscarried. I was in the bed side caressing Angela , waiting for her to wake up and when she did, she started crying about losing the baby, my heart went out to her I’m sad about losing the baby but I’m grateful that my wife is alive and that’s what matters most.

I thought everything is going to be alright again but day by day she seemed more miserable, she would hold her tummy as if the baby is still there and starts crying, I tried everything to cheer her up by proposing to have another baby but she’s not ready to have one because she’s scared of losing it again. Angela changed so much; she became bitter and unhappy.

I was called for a meeting one time on my day off and she didn’t want me to attend it, I explained to her how important the meeting was but she wasn’t listening, She got angry and blamed me for her miscarriage, I looked at her with disbelief and slammed the door and went to the meeting. I came home late and drunk and when I entered the room she pushed me out and threw a pillow at my face – “I’m sleeping in the couch”.
The next day, I apologized to her but she doesn’t seem to care about my apology, she told me that were going to have separate rooms. I tried my best to fix things between us but it was no use, I finally gave up on her.

Months later, I met Sandy she’s far different from Angela she has a five year old daughter named Megan. They made my life colorful again; I fell in love with them. Sandy promised herself not to trust another man again but I proved her wrong, I didn’t give up on pursuing her, she was everything Angela could never be, I fell deeply in love with her.

Even though she’s not my daughter Megan and I bonded like a real father and daughter, she had never seen her father and Sandy worked very hard to raise her alone — I’m happy I filled the missing pieces. One of the best things that happened to me was when I attended her school’s Parents day and was called “daddy” for the first time, I was overwhelmed with joy. With them by my side, there’s nothing I could ever ask for, I was ready to divorce Angela and accept whatever consequences from my father.

I thought Angela would agree but she cried when I discussed it to her, she told me that she still loves me and she wants to start all over again — “You killed us a long time ago Angela, it’s too late” I said it harshly and left. My father was enraged when he learned about my plan for a divorce, at that moment I wasn’t scared of him. Angela didn’t sign for the divorce but she didn’t bother us, it was clear in her mind that there’s nothing she can do to make me come back.

I continued my life with the people I care about the most. I bought a house for Me, Sandy and Megan and we lived there like a normal family. Sandy was very understanding to everything that was happening in my life and never pressured me. I fought everything that tried to come between me and Sandy, even my own father, I thought I can win over everything that would separate us but there’s one enemy that I could not defeat and it’s Cancer – Sandy is sick with Cancer, she knew about it but never told me and Megan. My world crumbled down when I heard it from the doctor and to make matters worse, they told me that there’s nothing more they can do to save Sandy, all there’s left is to make most of the time she had left. Even though Sandy knew she was dying, she managed to smile and never showed a sign of suffering, she taught me how to accept the changes that I must face soon and learn to love again.

Sandy left with peace and contentment in her heart, I felt lonely but not hopeless, I still have Megan and I promised Sandy that I would take good care of her. Angela was supportive and became my friend; I noticed that there was a big change in her. She was kind and caring to Megan. I remember what Sandy taught me – It was to love again and I did, but it took a while for me to learn to love Angela again. We got back together and she treated Megan like her own daughter. She gave birth to our baby girl and she didn’t mind calling the baby “Cassandra”, Sandy’s name.

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