it was november 14 and my best friend had just got her ex boyfriend back his name is kayce but thats not who this is about its about his best friend phillp it was the end of 6th perid and i was walking to 7th and i saw him he walked right up to me and started to tickle me so much i almost peed myself but i didnt the next day me and mt best friend destany ate lunch together we were in a line that was right next to them then they both told me to come up to them and i said no stupid me then i had aske ddestanys boyfriend what he wanted and he said that he wanted to go out with me it was a sorta hard week because i had got asked out by 3 or 4 people i had asked him out 1 week after that then he said no i was so sad then i went on thankgiving break i thought that he had forgot about it but no he didnt he hadnt forgot about it until the 2nd week before christmas break we were decorating the door and i saw him in the hallway and we were messing around and pretending to fight i went to the batroom and destany had talke dto him and had asked him if he had liked me and he said yes i was so happy then he was suposed to ask me out the next day but he didnt he had started to tell everyone he liked me it was so cute then the day he asked me out and i said yes but the said never mind i was so confused then at lunch i had asked him if we were going out and he said sorry but no i started to feel my eyes getting wattery and my heart droped walking to class so dizzy and tired from all the confusion it was reading time i had to read for a little because of the stupid state think our reading scores are low i cryed over a stupid guy i didnt even go out with i cryed all through 5th and 4th period good thing i have izzy sami and my little make to make me feel better but now it was friday the last day of school for christmas break and i didnt even think about him until the last period of the day i saw him as i walked out to my bus all he left me with is a i gotta talk to you when we get back and a tap on the sholder and from the time i got home and the time i started writing this i can and couldnt stop thinking about him

(Screen) Name: wheres the love

this was the second longest relationship id ever ben in. like all the others there was hate, betrayal, lies, but the one thing that stuck out the most was the fact that i have never loved anyone or anything so much in my whole life. i am still very young and full of love and passion for her; still…

the first time i met her i was in high school, she was dating my best friend at the time and i had the biggest crush on her. her my friend and i spent a lot of time with each other hanging out, laughing, just being high school kids. her and i always felt something in the air but never had the courage to admit it let alone act upon it. there were little times where i got to sit next to her in a car ride, or i would get to hang out with her while we waited for my friend(her boyfriend) to arrive at my house. like all high school stories this one too had drama and all that good stuff you remember from high school. long story short i lost touch with her and i went to school in another state, she did the same and we never spoke until one day i thought about her while living in another state. i dialed the number i remember she used to have and just like i hoped she picked up. with no die who was on the other line and absolutely no reason to believe it’d be me, i could help but play around and try and make her guess who i was. once the fun ended i told her who i was and story after story and this after that we stayed on the phone for hours eventually calling each other almost every day. we started visiting each other coming home on weekends from school to see each other or flying to each other, either way we started dating 2000 miles apart… after graduating school, having some fights because of me being stupid and not seeing the prize i have at home. i fly home to live with her at school. we’ve only been dating a couple months by this time so things were getting hot fast. i eventually ended up ending things with her because.. well.. because i was stupid and thought i needed time off because i didn’t know if i really deserved all the breakfast in bed, all the loving anyone could ask for, all the nights she made me feel like nothing could ever touch us. she then like anyone else did what anyone would.. find someone else to fill the void thats just been taking away from them. i didn’t want to lose her forever i just wanted some time off.. she had her time off.. then back on and the off again. this meant nothing to me because i knew she was mine. we finally move back home to live in each others parents house… pretty lame but we had a plan to leave and nothing was stopping us. things started to really become what i didn’t want. i saw her become more miserable everyday because of the nothingness our town had to offer. i had nothing to offer except for my love and a promise to never stop loving and taking care of her. its been almost two years we have been together and one day and opportunity to leave and vacation and get away popped up, and what better place than the tropical islands of hawaii. i don’t to see her for valentines day but i do get to see her for her birthday with is ok because i would get to be with her alone all day in her house with nothing to bother us but.. well.. nothing. she goes on vacation and we speak every day on the phone of via text. so the day she is to come home i wake up bright and early to go to the local flower shop and get about 100 red flower pedals that i carefully tossed around her room to welcome her home with candles, a candle lit dinner, and of course.. me:) i haven’t talked to her in 4 days but its ok because she’s probably just really busy having an awesome time, no big deal i get to see her today i thought to my self so i go over everything and say I’m ready but i am missing her favorite champagne!! its ok cause ill just call her best friend and she will tell me. i call and ask and before i get my answer i am asked why am i do this? well.. because she’s coming home today and i did all of the above for her. “Ha ha, you need to talk to her” “click”… what the fuck is that suppose to mean?… i finally send a text asking why her friend said this, she calls me… “hey baby how are you ?” “I’m good my love:) why did she say this?” “because I’m never coming home again” i still wear the promise ring she gave me.

its been nine months, and three weeks today since i have seen her.
she came home for the month of November 11′ with her new boyfriend. she sent me a text in the begging of the month letting me know she was home. i texted her later that day and asked if she really came home… she texts me back saying “no”. I’m driving one day and i see her… she looked so amazing i couldn’t believe it. i tell her i saw her and that she looks beautiful. i get nothing back. she calls me on thanksgiving crying about how she misses me and still loves me and how much better i treated her and how she took me for granted. everything I’ve waited to hear for almost 10 months given to me all at once. she tells me she wants to see me and i agree to. the next day she tells me to leave her alone. she’s going back to hawaii on the 30th of this month and i still never got to her. I’m still waiting for her and always will. come back beas

(Screen) Name: cootduck

It all started the summer of 2009. I started a work program to make some money, they posted me at a county barn where I had to weed eat, mow, paint, etc. There was so many guys working there, some cute ones too, I had my eyes set on this one guy, he was tall, tan, blonde hair, toned stomach, broad shoulders, (sounds like a fantasy, I know) anyway I had my eyes set on him, always flirting around. One day I was put on a crew with me, my brother, and an old friend. We were painting a cemetery pavilion green and silver. I love painting so I didn’t mind.

Our supervisor would take my brother and leave me and my friend there alone, we would always talk and reminisce about school and people we went to school with. Later I found out he was starting to like me. I was happy, I thought I’d finally found a boyfriend. But I was wrong, dead wrong.

The main lady from the job program I was on showed up for us to sign our pay checks, it was raining this day, and we were told to weed eat and mow around the shop. So I picked up a weed eater and it hit me in the eye, to my surprise a guy I hadn’t even thought about liking, took the weed eater away, wiped the grass from my face, and smiled at me. I knew this was gonna be a great chapter in my life. While outside mowing, his weed eater ran out of gas, he walked over to where I was push mowing a ditch and started talking to me, I soon then realized that I had previously ignored a friend request from him on myspace and facebook, we started talking about previous jobs, and I did find out I knew his sister. We clicked, I knew we were gonna end up together.

Later that day we said our Fischer for the weekend. Oh how I thought of him and couldn’t wait for Monday. When Monday rolled around we were setting across from eachother once again, he never said a word, just smiled. Our boss was giving our job assignments for the day, when we realized I was the only person on my crew that day and he was the only on his, so we were put together painting that day. Before we got out he grabbed my hand and smiled. That made my heart melt. We finished painting the pavilion an was put on weed eating, we went back to the shop and gathered our weed eaters and gas, when our supervisor took forever to come out of the shop, so we set there waiting when to my surprise he kissed me! My heart pounded, it was amazing beyond belief, at the end of the work day je took me home, and kissed me aging, when I arrived home he gave me his number and I invited him swimming with me an my brother that day.

I arrived at my grandmas and used me uncles phone to text him as we were headed to the lake, he was already there, we arrived an hour before dark. We talked and swam around and had fun. That’s the day we started dating.

Two weeks later he broke up with me on facebook, he said his parents didn’t want us together because of our age difference, 6 1/2 years. A week later we were together again. Two months went by and we were so happy, he said he loved me and I believed him. One night we had sex. And exchanged some dirty pictures. My mom found out the next day. 🙁 she called the cops and tried to get charges filed. The police wouldn’t press charges because 16 is legal consent and because I didn’t file charges they dropped the case.

Three months went by and I haven’t heard a word from him, I thought it was over. I always talked about him with my friends at school when my bestie did the unthinkable. She found him on myspace and started talking to him, I knew nothing about this until she came to school the next Monday and showed me the messages, he still loved me and he said It never ended. That was the happiest moment of my life, I spent two years not seeing him but borrowing my cousins and uncles phone to talk to him for a year, I had my own phone the next year. Two years talking on the phone was my only communication with him. At the end of the second year I would stay the night with me brother who let me leave late at night to see this love of mine. I did this for a few months when my mother found out, but at this time I was 18 and it didn’t matter. I moved in with him the day after I turned 18. And we bought a house, which we live in now.

Honestly I do believe he loves me from the first time he said it. I am still waiting on a proposal after 2 1/2 years but I think it’s worth the wait. He held on through the police and everything. How many guys would stay with a girl if their parents tried to put them in jail? Not very many. So if he could hold on two years I think I can wait a little longer as well.

(Screen) Name: Babiigirrl

after breaking up with my long term boyfriend, i lost hope of ever finding love again. Thus i just told my mother to find anyone she likes and I’d simply marry him. she didn’t take any action about it until she found the exact carbon copy of my ex. we both didn’t know each other then but he used to visit a relatives house we normally go.

mom and the relative, both together tricked me into texting him, saying that he gave his number and that he wants to marry me. i tried my best not to text him but they persuaded me to do so. upon texting him we both found out what had really happened. so i said sorry and he said its okay. and thus i told my mother that it was over. however after that we remained as friends and also exchanged our email addresses. the best thing he liked about me was that i was honest to him. he trusted me as if i was an angel.

he was very caring and helpful. THE BEST!.. one day he brought up the topic on how we met and i said in reply ‘that’s long gone’. and he said ‘yeah it was nothing’. after some more months, someone called my mother and asked for my hand in marriage. mother asked me whether i was willing to do so and i thought, ‘why not? that guy doesn’t like me anyway’.

i did feel like i should tell this to the guy at least indirectly but thought he wouldn’t care anyway. and i knew it would hurt me if he didn’t care, because i had started to like him. so i said ‘yes’ and both families began to talk about marriage. just about 2-3 days after, he asked me in a conversation whether my mother found me someone. it was the second time he was asking me. the previous time[sometime back], i had said no and he had replied with a simple smile.

this time, however, i replied with a yes and he went silent. he wanted to know what was my response to the relationship request and i told him that i had said ‘yes’. he got angry and said if he knew that he wouldn’t have talked to me this way and asked why i didn’t think it was necessary for him to know it before i said yes. and thus he called me a cheater and wont call out to me online.

i didn’t dare call him out either since i knew his anger was because i was going to get married and that was something i couldn’t change. we spent like a month without talking. from the beginning he was very much concerned about his privacy and had asked me not to even mention his name to anyone. however, upon knowing that he had feelings for me, i ran to my mother right away and cried.

it was totally not me to cry in front of anyone and so my mother took it very seriously. She discussed about it to my brother and he asked for the guy’s details. when i refused to tell, my mother told him about one of our relatives who would know. my mother assured me that i could still have my way, but i didn’t want to do anything that would lower the status of my family in front of everyone. that’s why i chose to sacrifice my love. one day while i was online, that guy cursed me and called me a liar. i begged him to tell me what was going on but he wouldn’t. he told me to delete all his msgs, emails, etc and got offline.

i was shocked. what really happened was that my brother got the guy’s email address and actually shouted at him online[the guy was abroad by then]. my brother didn’t shout at him for calling me a cheater or whatsoever untold love between us, but because during those days when we talked, i used to ask my brother things that which used to contradict his beliefs and when my brother would ask who said that? I’d simply reply, ‘someone’.

my brother was curious to know who i was talking to and this was his chance to get back at him and so he did. i asked my brother what he had said at him about me and my brother replied that the only thing he said at him about me is that ‘you are the one who is brainwashing my sister, so its you whom i want to talk to’. i quickly sent him a message and explained that i didn’t tell my brother anything about him. and that it was my mother who discussed about him. i also told him how my brother had reached him.

however, he just cursed me again and called me a liar and got offline. i was shattered. just two days after he had cursed me the first time, i had a seizure while sleeping. doctor said that it i must’ve been in high stress because all the other factors were normal. i was admitted in hospital and had to go through a lot of tests, during which i missed him so much but i didn’t tell him anything, because i felt he wouldn’t care. i also had counseling to forget him but in vain.

anyway, when i had seizure my going to be husband and his family drifted away. we didn’t care about them n so we didn’t care checking on them. after like 2 months we heard from them and by then my father was angry and he refused to take this relation any further. i was so excited! felt like i should rush to the guy and tell him everything but now we had some other reason of anger between us which wasn’t very clear to me.

lately, my brother told me that, that guy is trying to be very friendly with him and calls out to my brother himself. i felt jealous. whatever reason he hates me for, it is [atleast partially] because of my brother. if he can be so cool with my brother then why not me? i didn’t get online much after my seizure and we rarely met online. i decided that i should tell him what I’ve gone through, and that i was single again. so i tried talking to him online and he did respond to me every time i called out.

however he seemed so distant and he kept his reply as short as he could. i didn’t get much of a chance to really talk about it anyway, because i was afraid to. finally i thought that i should rather not tell him anything and just forget him. so i called out to him and asked whether he was busy. he kept writing, writing, writing until i got disgusted and said, ‘i want to talk to you. wont take much of your time, allow me’.

i wonder what he kept writing for about 2-3 minutes, because he responded with an ‘OK’. i told him that whatever i wanted to tell him before, i think its better not to tell. and i also told him that its better i dont try to make him understand things anymore, but to know that I’m not a deceiver or a liar. he kept saying ‘OK’ in reply to whatever i kept saying. finally i cut it short and finished it with a ‘be happy’ to which he said ‘OK’.

since then I’m trying my best to pretend I’m happy and cool. i did show my relationship status on my profile as single too, but he didnt seem to care. neither did he greet me on the previous festive season, when he greeted everyone else. And perhaps i’m thinking of agreeing to marry someone who has been begging for my hand in marriage. you know what they say: be with someone who knows what they have when they have you..

(Screen) Name: Anne

When I was eleven, I met a boy. His name was Andrew. I didn’t talk to him very often, I think he hated me. When I was twelve, he talked to me a little over the internet. He told me he liked me. I thought nothing of it at the time, he was just another boy in my class. I forgot about that, and soon I turned thirteen. Andrew had had a few girlfriends, and he recently split up with the most recent one, Kelly. I didn’t understand why anyone would go out with him. About halfway through my seventh grade year, Andrew again told me he liked me. This time I thought twice; he was good at music, sweet, funny. Maybe he’d be worth it, but still, it was just Andrew. He started texting me, once a week, twice, soon it was everyday. I began to wonder what I would do about him. I didn’t like him, but I didn’t want him to like any other girl either. I decided to tell him I felt the same way about him, and it went fairly well. Soon we we’re having deep conversations every day, I could tell him anything, he wouldn’t judge me. Over that summer before eighth grade, I told him I wanted to go out with him, and we did. It wasn’t much different, as both of us were too nervous to ever go on an actual date together. Soon, his attention started to bore me. I wanted to be able to look at other guys and have a summer fling. I broke up with Andrew and didn’t look back. Eighth grade started, and I saw him again. After a few weeks, my feelings came back for him. I told my friend Jessica about this, and of course, Andrew found out. He asked me out, and I said yes. It was all sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies. Until the very next day when he broke up with me again because the spark just wasn’t there for him anymore. Suddenly, this was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I sucked it up and figured I would get over it. The next day he asked me to meet him at the lockers; he wanted to kiss me. I didn’t have the courage too. What boy would break my heart then have the nerve to still kiss me?! I guess Andrew was special. He asked me out again, and again, I said yes. It turned out to be a good thing. That spark was back. We were closer then ever. Our school took a trip to Washington DC together, and one night he texted me, he wanted to kiss on the boat we would be going on the next night. I was nervous, but I agreed. While we were eating dinner he looked at me, asked if I was going to chicken out, and winked. I promised I wouldn’t. He brought me to the deck of the boat, and turned me to face him. Too many people, I wimped out. I walked back inside and held his hand. God that felt good, the first time we’d touched. A slow song came on and he asked me too dance. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tight as I could. The song ended; we separated. A second later, my friend had pushed me and Andrew back together, and his lips were on mine. My first kiss. His first kiss. Yes. He sat next to me on the bus back to the hotel, we held hands, and talked about life. We did that every night for the rest of the trip. We talked every second we could. On the last day, we watched a movie about space, and we sat next to each other. I reached for his hand about halfway through. A little while later he whispered into my ear, “Wanna kiss?” and we did. My second kiss ever. It lasted about 3 seconds, a little longer than the first one. The trip soon had to end, and I didn’t get to see my love every second of the day anymore. We texted often though. Soon, I made the worst mistake. I had been at a party, and two other boys were dared to kiss me; I let them. It was stupid. I regret those moments so much. I told him, and I later found out he had cried when he saw that text. We went to the movies that day, and kissed three times. The next day at school, he wasn’t himself. Usually we could talk about anything, but today, he wouldn’t say a word to me. I apologized again, but it did no good. He told me we had to take a break. The rest of that day was terrible; the only thing that kept me from crying was my friend trying to make me laugh the whole time. After school he texted me, saying he was sorry for breaking it off. We got back together within five hours, but it wasn’t the same. Time would have to heal that. A few weeks later we went to the movies again, and he kissed me, using his tongue, multiple times. It was amazing. I was so in love with this boy, wen a few years ago I would have never imagined I could care for him. Two weeks later, we went to the movies again on a triple date; we sat alone. He grabbed my hand, and I couldn’t stop smiling. How in the world was I so lucky? The scene turned to one where the characters were in the ocean, kissing underwater. He looked at me and whispered, “come here”. We kissed for a while. A little later, we did the same. And once more, he leaned in. This time, he let go of my hand and put his arms around me. That was amazing, his arms around me, we kissed for minutes that felt like hours. It was amazing. As the movie was almost over, I felt him pull me in close again. His hands slid into my hair, and those few minutes were the best moments I think I’ve ever felt. I can tell Andrew anything. He doesn’t judge me, I don’t judge him. He is my everything, and I am so afraid to lose him. I never want our relationship to end. Sometimes, actually most of the time, he’ll say something and I won’t be able to stop smiling. We text right before we go to bed. His sweet I love you messages are the last thing I read before I fall asleep each night. I don’t ever want to loose Andrew, but I know when we graduate it will be hard. But for now, he’s Andrew, my first love, first kiss, and only love.

(Screen) Name: kdancegirl

People remind me of teddy bears. Some are full of stuffing and little else. Some are kept out of reach of the masses, only being able to be viewed but never touched. There are generic bears that share such a striking resemblance to each other that we could be forgiven for not seeing the individual beauty within each one. Like people bears come in a multitude of different sizes and colours; the possibilities are endless.

Some bears are old and tatty, while others appear to have been made yesterday. Some have jointed limbs while others cannot move their limbs at all. Some stare at us with unseeing eyes while their counterparts’ fur is so thick we can’t even see their eyes through their fur. Some teddies are matted, some soft and silky. Some can growl while others have no voice.

So if I compare people to teddy bears you’re probably wondering just what sort of bear I see you as…

You are a very special teddy bear indeed, though not everyone can appreciate that fact. Some choose to judge you at face value and that is their loss not yours, for if they really thought about it, they would see in you what I see when I look at you.

Your fur may be partly matted, some even having been worn away leaving bare patches that are scratchy to the touch. One of your ears sits lopsided; the result of someone’s attempt to ‘fix’ you. Your eyes are beautiful, well at least the one you still have is. The other long gone, leaving a stubborn thread hanging; the only reminder that it was ever there in the first place.

You might be grubby and in places your seams have split exposing the straw on the inside. A flat row of fur the only telltale sign that you once proudly wore a ribbon secured round your neck.

For some people that is all they see when they look at you before their eyes discard you. Yet while I see the same things that they see, I see you as being so incredibly beautiful and it makes me want to hug you all the more.

Those signs of wear and tear that some seem almost ashamed of, they show me how special you are. For while many might view them as flaws, I see them as signs that you have been loved so very, very much; and I know that is true because I am the one who loves you.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. To do so might risk losing your charm, your uniqueness and your personality and besides why change you when I already love you just the way you are.

I love you, so beary, beary much.

(Screen) Name: Vicki Kay

The pain in his eyes as he gazed into mine made my heart throb so painfully in my chest, I couldn’t breathe. We were floating in a never ending abyss of colors and mist, a world where we could be together if only for a few moments. My arms were wrapped around his neck, his skin flushed and warm. His whole body was pressed into mine and I could feel the warmth of his body melting into mine. His arms were possessively and protectively encasing me to him and I had never felt so safe in my life. We gazed into each other’s eyes, his with pain and mine with regret.
His heart was throbbing in his chest; the vibrations went straight from his bare chest through to my own, where my heart throbbed back an equally painful tune. He knew I was going to be the one to break this moment, and both of us knew I never wanted to do it. But if neither of us did it, we would never separate, and sometimes, I thought that was the best thing in the world. I wondered what it would be like if we stayed in each other’s arms, where we belonged…..But we couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let him do that.
So I spoke. “I need to go. I –”
His arms tightened around me and he brought his head to the crook of my neck, his warm breath washing over my neck. Everything about this man was warm and hot, like a blazing fire only I was allowed to touch. His sweat soaked, black hair fell lightly into his face and gently framed his cheeks. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew exactly what color they would be, forever imprinted in my mind’s eye: an oceanic blue so deep and clear, bright yet dark, a woman could lose her soul in them. His skin was still slightly flushed, but he was naturally a little pale with a small tan coating his perfect body. He was taller then me, about four inches, eight at the most. He never failed to joke about the height, about how I fit him so perfect because I was so short compared to him.
I didn’t care how short I was, as long as his arms stayed wrapped around me and I never left his embrace. However, I needed to, and the big oaf was being rebellious. He was like that. Sometimes, playful yet loving when it was time to go. Like now, where I could feel a small smile tugging at his lips. Ah, those lips. They could do dangerous things to me. When he kissed me, it was like a fire had seared my lips and branded my heart. My blood felt like liquid fire, rushing and shifting beneath my skin until I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was then he would –Bad thoughts! Shouldn’t go there. I sighed then, remembering why I spoke in the first place. “I can’t leave if you don’t let me.”
Then I heard it, and my knees became wobbly, and ever so slightly, his arms tightened as if he knew the effect his voice would cause on me. “That is the point.”
I laid my head on his bare shoulder and closed my eyes. “Point or not, whether I want to leave or not, you know we have to….”
My voice caught, and as it did, his hands on my back moved in slow circles. His hands, oh so much larger then my own, caressed me gently and lovingly. Hands that could hurt or kill me were so soft and gentle, I thought he was rubbing my back with a feather. Then, he could be like this. Sweet and gentle, like I was made of glass. And sometimes, it was scary how inside my head he could get. He knew when I got wobbly kneed because of his voice, and there would a appear a boyishly wolf-like grin.
He knew when I was about to cry, when my heart felt battered and bruised, and he would wrap me in those strong arms and comfort me in a way no one else had the power to. When I was angry, a raging woman of fire, he would shelter me and his eyes would light up with a fire to equal mine and he would calm my rage until I was but a sputtering flame. When I was in deep pain, his heart would be in his eyes and he would whisper to me over and over he would protect me.
And when we were loving, joined together, as we were moments before, when things would crash into the sky, he would steadily look in my eyes and tell me he loved me. When I was happy or elated, his eyes would shine with happiness for me and he would get a grin that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Many poems could be written about this man, but nothing, no words, would ever do him justice. He’s much to perfect for that.
But perfection is not perfect without flaws. He’s a sweet talker, and can talk his way out of many things, even arguments. Sometimes, I think he could be a con artist. He does have a temper, and so do I. We butt heads, nostrils flaring and hearts protesting, but later, when everything is calm, there are no apologies. There is just me and him, our hearts, our souls, and that is enough. This man also has family issues. He’s scared of starting a family, of becoming a part of something, because his family meant pain and suffering. He knows nothing else.
We fight and sometimes, words are thrown and said that shouldn’t have been, but always, we return. Our souls cannot separate, and nor would we want to. There are troubles, but I love this man with everything I have. I only wish I could remember.
Remember. The thought of it wakes me from my thoughts and his deep blue eyes are staring into mine, his gaze knowing and understanding. His lithe fingers take a strand of my matted black hair and he brings it to his lips. Once my hair has received proper attention, he moves to kiss my beating heart, causing shivers and my heart to thump so harshly in my ribcage, it was almost painful. I feel his smile, and I know he felt it. My face flushes.
Even after so many of our meetings, of time spent, he still makes me blush heartily and over the small things. His lips ghost over my own, pulling me back once again. Then, there are those eyes again. We stare, enraptured.
“Don’t think, love. Let it be.” His eyes are pained again, and I hate myself for making that look appear. “We’ll find each other again.” His hand smooths over my hair to caress my cheek and jaw. “We always do.”
These are the words he speaks every time, and every time, tears pool in the corners of my eyes. I remember to miss him, I remember to love him, but I don’t remember him. It’s always like that. “But I’m so lonely. I want you to be there, to hold me, I –”
His lips soothingly connect with my own, and I feel my near hysteria calming instantly. My heart speeds up slightly, before his lips part from mine and our breaths mingle. “You think I’m not? I miss you every damn day, and it hurts, __________. So much, love. I don’t remember, but I want to, I need to. I will, and when I find you, I won’t ever let you go.”
His eyes are strong and burning as they gaze into my own set of hazel, and I blink back tears. His hands reach to cup my cheeks, ready to catch my tears. “……Will you catch me if I fall?”
An ongoing saying. I always ask him, and he always replies: “I would never let you fall in the first place.”
His mouth is in a thin line, and the mist starts to haze over us. There isn’t much time left. I never once look away from the eyes staring into my soul. “I love you, _______. I love you.”
I don’t need to hear him say it; his eyes are staring so intensely into my soul, I can’t move. There is only him, and as the haze completely engulfs us, I hear his last words: “I love you too, darling.”

And when I wake up in the morning, from a dream I can’t remember, I wonder why my heart is hurting and why there are tears running down my face. Instantly, the image of a face I’ve never seen filters through my mind before once again, everything is forgotten. I don’t know who this man is, and only recently have I remembered this one simple dream that haunts me. Our names aren’t said, as if canceled out, but my heart hears his perfectly as they whisper back and forth. And somewhere, out in this world, is a man who misses me when he wakes up in the morning, never knowing my face.
It is in these moments, when I KNOW, that the pain becomes the most unbearable. But it is also when his words whisper through my heart (“We’ll find each other again.”) and I love him all over again. Sometimes, I’m riddled with whether he exists or not, but my heart throbs and tears come to my eyes whenever I think like that. Whether he exists or he is a figment of my mind’s dreams, he has captured my heart, my soul. I wait for the day I won’t wake up alone, but will wake up to bright blue eyes and the man I forget to remember.

~This is copyrighted, because it is a dream I have had over and over and only recently remembered. I’m not sure how many people in soulmates, but this dream keeps me believing. So please, don’t take this and use it as your own. Something this important and precious belongs to me, and everything above is based on true events.~

(Screen) Name: Lost Soulmate

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

(Screen) Name: kellymp79

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Screen) Name: Storie

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

(Screen) Name: SweetestEmotion