I am a woman of principles.When I was young,I told myself that whoever will be my first boyfriend will be my husband. During my college days,I never entertained suiters, a lot of boys failed, eventhough I do have crushes on them, because I wanna stick to my principles. Right after college we had experienced financial difficulty, by that time I met a man whom I thought could be the answer. We get along very well. He is really a fine man.I can’t say any bad things. He loves me so much. To prove that he left his country and ignore the warn of his family just to be with me. He became my first boyfriend. He asked to marry me and I said yes, even my parents object because he is a Muslim and we are Catholics. We get married in Muslim civil way. I love him and we had one baby boy. But since he is a foreigner to my country he can’t get job yet unless given a permanent visa. I was the one working for a living. It became hard so I decided to go abroad. He stayed in my country to wait for his visa. During my work abroad, i met this guy(single) who instantly got attracted to me. He started flirting, but since I’m married, I did not show interest. He wanted to meet me but was not pursued. We lost communication for four months. Then one day he called me. We started to become friends (before I was hesitant, but had given him a chance this time). We meet and became close. I started to see his personality and views in life. He courted me again. He said he likes me so much and he was like addicted to me. He admitted that of all the ladies he met I am among the three he felt so inlove (first was to his first girlfriend, second to his wife). It was then I knew that during those few months we lost contacts He went back to our country to get married to his 8 years girlfriend. I got hurt,I don’t know why, but I felt jealous. It was then that I realized that I was inlove with him. He was kind of my soulmate, we shared a lot of things in common. I have seen a lot of attributes in him that I really liked. I told him that we can only be friends because we are already married. But deep inside,I love him more than my husband. He kept on telling me, that if I only had given him a chance when we first knew each other he would have not decided to get married and If I was also single and not married, He would have chosen me to be his wife. Now things had crushed on me, coz if I hadn’t decided to get married earlier, I would have been with this guy, whom I felt is my soulmate. I was once told by a fortune teller that my husband isn’t my soulmate. It is someone from the northern part of my country and is of the same nationality. Right now, we remained to be friends. And it is only time who can tell if in the future we can be together as lover (husband and wife). I really wish. It is my ultimate dream.

As of the moment, my husband is planning to go back to his country because it had taken a very long time for his permanent visa. He is only waiting for me to come back so we can formally arrange everything.

And with regards to my man (soulmate), he last told me that they had difficulties now with his wife. He had given me a hint that they might be parting ways too.

I am only praying that if God would give me a chance to be with my soulmate, in due time, He will do it his way. I will not make any extreme things that would lead to hurting his family and my family. For now all I can do is love him from distant.

(Screen) Name: Beauty

This is an extreme May-December affair, playing in my thoughts. I am middle age and he is quarter of a century. I felt nothing when I saw this boy. Yes literally he is. But we are classmates in graduate school. As days went by, he is there in class but sometimes I even forget that he exists. Then something odd happened. I failed in one of this Math subjects. I felt the world falling in on me, as this means an extension of 6 months more and the comprehensive exams available year next yet. I am single and feeling alone in this big metropolis. I miss my only niece. The best times I had lately in my life is spending quality time with her, either at play, study, or simply going to the mall or park nearby, back home. While still absorbing the shock of failing, and trying to walk my way to the boarding house, my tears are beginning to fall and my vision blurred. Then I met him, this boy. Without asking anything he knew what I’m crying about and started consoling me. I didn’t hear anything he said, but instead asked him to have lunch with me. He refused and told me he failed too. Sensing that we are both in distress I did not insist and proceeded to go home. The next day, I attended class in a minor subject. My resolve then was to continue and do good with my other subjects. I saw this boy again, and after class asked me that we eat at a nearby mall. As I have other things in mind, I replied he has to wait until about 6:00 P.M.as I would still queue to pay for my credit card at the nearest bank. It was already past 6:00 P.M. when I finished my transaction and has all forgotten about his invitation. While waiting for a cab home, my mobile phone rang and saw his name and I was jolted upon remembering that I have a date with him. So I hurried up to meet him at an average diners place inside the mall. There, we began talking and sharing our plans. It was a good unloading session and I felt light. He asked for my YM addy and email ad. I still felt nothing for him except that I was able to unburden some of my thoughts regarding our office’s impractical way of putting me in a sort of exile by sending me to graduate school. Since then, I noticed he has changed. He would always take the time to go near me and every time I am online, he would just pop up and we begin to converse like we are long lost friends. I am beginning to appreciate his trend of thoughts and wondered how deceiving his looks and build can be. So young, his ideas and visions are so matured. I cannot imagine I am actually taking to a 25 years old! With body built that of a still going into a full matured male,he walks with a sure stance and gait like that of a person always in a hurry and wanted to waste no time. His hair locks are long flowing to his nape and curled at the end, they look like they need shampooing very badly. But it gives an aura of male magnetism, I am beginning to get attracted to him. I’m not sure if this is because I am feeling alone, but really his image is beginning to stick into my thoughts. Meanwhile, he maintained being friendly, and would even bring some drinks knowing that I am diabetic. At times he would volunteer to buy me lunch, as I am one who finds walking into the canteen an ordeal because it is hot walking on that asphalt road leading there and falling in line for food is a task. Our chatting has become regular and I’m really beginning to fell close and fall for him. He treated me like I’m the most beautiful creature that ever walked this earth and his patronizing me in his reports made me feel so uncomfortable, our classmates are beginning to tease him which he didn’t mind at all. I realized that I am beginning to feel as if he owns me. And it made me feel so ambivalent. As a woman, he acted like a love struck man and no full blooded woman can ever resist enjoying this kind of attention. On the other hand, I feel so guilty for feeling so, knowing that this would take me nowhere except being left dumped somewhere when the academic year is over. I am beginning to avoid him, and has since then never ever gone out dining or even taking some light snacks with him. I always find ways to avoid him and not even taking a look into his direction. But this didn’t work. The more I avoided him, the more he finds ways to get near. I am always uncomfortable when he is around but tried to act cool and collected even if I feel my heart is beating so fast. And all of this at 50 years old!!!? Until this writing he is still very much around. One time in his offline, he commented that he felt I am always on a detached mode. I find valid excuses like I’m busy doing my class reports, which are true. But the real truth is, I feel he is now beginning to read my mind and heart. And I feel he is playing with my emotions and I look so vulnerable. On the other hand, I can feel his masculinity. The man in a boy’s body wanting the essence of female energy in his life. I am really holding on to my wits. Which makes it doubly difficult because trying to hold back strong emotions can be heart wrenching and causes insomnia. But the feeling that I am 50 y.o. always prevails even if at the moment my heart is acting like it has just experience the pangs of being in love and being appreciated by the opposite sex. That is why I am calling this piece a clouded guilt trip. Yes I want him and I want to love him so badly. But he thought that I am old enough to be his mother is holding me back.Until now, I find comfort in staying away from him. But each moment is a torture thinking about him. I can only wish this is all over now and live a full normal life again.

(Screen) Name: merry_me88

The Monday after I graduated from college I began a career as a flight attendant traveling the world and having a wonderful time. My college friends began to marry off and I made new friends who also married off. So, I made more friends who mostly married off as well. By this point, I had been in 17 weddings and maid of honor in six of those. I went to visit a friend and was playing Barbie with her daughter when I was informed by this 6 year old that Barbie could not be happy without a prince. I said, “Of course she could! I was happy! I loved my family and had seen the world.” But, this little princess told be it could not be done and she had all the fairy tales to prove her case. All princesses only ended up happy when they found their prince!

On my flight home, I thought about this conversation and decided fairy tales must change! I was not anti-prince. Just anti-damsel in distress. I wanted girls to marry because they found the love of their life after they loved their life. Because I knew even a prince could not make a miserable person happy. True happiness comes from within and from helping others.

So, I wrote a book Princess Bubble and published it with a friend. We cashed in our savings and decided it was worth the expense to empower girls and remind them they are a princess with or without a prince. Word got out about our message and we appeared on The Today Show and CNN.

But right in the middle of spreading the meaning of “Happily Ever After” my world crashed and my father suddenly died. We were thick as thieves and I was holding back tears of pain while making TV appearances about how to be happy. I still believe my message but missed my sweet daddy.

Meanwhile, my mother told me she had someone to fix me up with. A State Senator,Bill Hamrick, who had been at Auburn the same time I was and who was also in his 40’s and single. I did not think much about this but thought it was worth meeting him. Bill’s mother was also working on Bill encouraging him to call me and he had even less interest in meeting someone his mother suggested. But, one night he had a dream and remembered a girl he had seen in college who smiled at him and he did not have the never to approach. The next day, Bill clicked on the link to my CNN appearance to see who this girl was his mother wanted him to meet and saw I was the girl from his dream the night before.

We met, fell in love and were married 6 months later. Our wedding day, I shed a few tears and looked up at the sky begging God for a sign from my daddy. Shortly after we said our vows a double rainbow appeared across the sky and I know it was God and my father smiling down on us!

First, I found happily ever after. Then I found a prince to share it with!

(Screen) Name: Princess Bubble

I’d read about love and asked my mom what it was like, and the truth was I never thought I’d know what it was. She told me it couldn’t be explained, only known. I didn’t know what that meant and asked her to elaborate. She couldn’t. When I asked her how I would know if I was in love for certain, she just told me I would know. I think very logically; to me there is only black or white. Something is either there, or it isn’t. Therefore I couldn’t understand the fact that something can’t be defined.

Five years later, it turns out, my mom was right.

I’m not sure if it was love at first sight, because really, what is love? All I know is that I saw him and immediately thought, “Wow.” This was followed by, “That’s the cutest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.” As the day wore on, I only paid attention to him. Lucky for me, I got to hear him sing, as he was a musician. The entire time, I was thinking about how amazing he was, how I’d never seen anything like him, and other thoughts mainly composed of admiration. When I returned home, I spent the next week looking at pictures of him and learning everything I could about him. I paid attention to everything he did and said. I framed a photo of him, paid attention to his friends, hung on to his every word. Being a musician myself, I wrote songs about him. At the time I thought it was just infatuation. A year and a half later, after seeing him kissing another girl right in front of me, I knew that I must have been in love with him. Why else did my heart feel like it was snapping into a million pieces? Looking to confirm this, I tried to write down how I felt about him.

It was impossible. The only thing I knew was that I needed to see him, because I couldn’t stand to be without him. (I will call him “Nick” to avoid confusion).

Soon, my luck changed. He talked to me, and eventually we became very close. It was the start of a friendship, so I couldn’t ruin it by telling him how I felt.

One day, he introduced me to his friends. I was eager to please them, and happy that he wasn’t hanging out with goths or other assorted weird people. Unfortunately, I spotted a guy near the back of the crowd and pulled away. This guy was dressed in all black, with shaggy black hair and tatooes on his arms. He was also wearing a leather jacket and what looked like black eyeliner.

I resisted the tempation to laugh at the makeup and instead introduced myself. We talked briefly about music (he was into punk rock). Then I sheepishly told “Nick” that I probably wouldn’t get along with one of his friends. He said I was talking about “Jerry” and to not worry, because he didn’t think I’d like him anyway. “Jerry” was also a musician, so to be nice, I listened to some of his songs. They were awesome, but not really my genre.

The days went by. Like most people, I ran into many challenges. “Nick” was not well liked by the majority of people (to this day I still don’t know why), so my love for him got me into some awkward moments. Ironically, “Jerry” seemed to be more favored, but that didn’t deter me. After a while, the stress became too much. “Nick” could tell I was upset, and frequently asked what was wrong. I told him that I just needed some time alone, and that I loved him.

Against my better judgement, I listened to “Jerry’s” songs again. They perfectly captured what I was going through. I arranged to hang out with him to find out if he actually went through the things he wrote about.

Amazingly, he had, and really helped me through a tough time. He made sense of why things happen, and I figured I was wrong to judge him by all the black clothes he wore. We talked many more times, as something about his morals and beliefs appealed to me. I knew I loved “Nick” and that there was no way to “turn off” love, so I figured I was just being social.

After many months, “Jerry” played a song he had written for me. I asked him if he really felt that way.

He said he loved me.

My reaction can best be defined as: shocked speechless. Instantly, my mind began racing at a thousand miles per hour.

How could you let this happen? What will “Nick” think? Does he know? How can you explain it? Is it cheating? Is it wrong? Why can’t you think straight? Why do you love the fact that he wrote this for you?

My thought process screeched to a halt.

Do you love him?

I didn’t know the answer. I told “Jerry” that the song was beautiful, and that I hoped I would see him again.

At home, I laid awake pondering my dilemma. How complex this matter was! I could even bring human nature into the discussion, because “Nick” and “Jerry” were like light and dark. One is what I want to be, one is what I once was. But which one was real? Which one was I now?

I spent days trying to decide whom was right for me. Which would bring me less pain? Which would benefit me in the long run? Whom does my heart belong to? Was I just maturing?

No matter who I chose, the other will always be in the back of my mind. I can’t have both, because I can only have one serious relationship at a time. And not choosing wasn’t an option, because it would only make the situation worse.

I took as many “Are You In Love?” quizzes I could, comparing “Nick’s” and “Jerry’s” results. Not one quiz gave me a decisive answer. I turned to characters who faced similar problems on TV and in books, but TV and books were not reality. I asked mystical sources like tarot cards without progress. If I mentioned my problem to my parents, I knew why would tell me to choose “Nick” because “Jerry” wasn’t someone they approved of. The problem was, they couldn’t understand my problem completely, and if I told them, they would say to choose whomever I thought was right. But that’s the problem: I didn’t know who was right!

I definately didn’t feel the same about “Nick”. That much was obvious. But I could easily describe how I felt about “Jerry”. That must mean that I didn’t love him, either. No matter what, someone was going to be hurt badly.

In an act of immaturity, I pushed the decision off to the side. I hung out with both of them like nothing was wrong. “Nick” and I talked about the same things as always and enjoyed each other’s company, but when “Jerry” and I talked, it was always fun. We could be openly honest, even if it was awkward. This, of course, only made me try to strengthen my relationship with “Nick”.

Eventually, my mom noticed “Nick” while we were out and about. I asked her where he was, but there was nothing genuine in my voice. It felt like something I rehearsed.

When we got home, I immediately evaluated my situation. The more I thought about, the more something had to be said. I called “Nick” and he answered.

“Nick…um, there’s- okay, please don’t be mad, but- wait, I know you’re going to-”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re going to be really mad at me, but I swear I didn’t intend for this to happen! Really, I didn’t!”

“Why? What is it?”

“I promise I didn’t do anything! I didn’t even think I…jeez, I thought nothing would come of it, I swear!”

“What happened?!”

“I, um…you’re not going to like this, and it’ll probably hurt you a lot, but I have to say it and please don’t be mad! I didn’t force it!”

“Baby, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?!”

“It’s about Jerry.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. “Are you…”

“No I’m not cheating! At least not intentionally!”

“Then what happened? Tell me the truth.”

“Okay, I’ve been hanging out with Jerry because life has gotten really complicated and I knew I loved you so I didn’t think anything would come of it and I didn’t think I liked him anyway but a few days ago he played this amazing song and said he loved me and didn’t know what to say and I think I still love you but I don’t know and PLEASE don’t be mad at me!”

There was silence for a long time. I thought I heard him muttering under his breath.

“Please don’t be mad,” I said timidly.

Still no answer.

“I wouldn’t do this on purpose!”

Nothing.

“I still love you, I promise.”

“Really?” he asked, not sounding convinced.

I thought about it, going over what had happened. Did I want him to be hurt? Of course not! Would saying I loved him prevent that? Yes it would. Did I mean it? …I wasn’t saying yes.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me,” he said, sounding tortured. The next thing I heard was a dial tone.

Did I still love him? I had doubts.

Did I love “Jerry”?

I couldn’t love him! It wasn’t possible! What did that say about me? But the more I whined, the more I knew that I had feelings for him and not “Nick”. It was that simple.

I called “Jerry” and told him about the conversation. The more I talked to him, the more I knew he was the right choice. I had been pretending with “Nick”, and that could only lead to more suffering.

I’ve only been dating “Jerry” for a short time. I frequently think back to “Nick”, but in the long run, I think I’ll be happier this way. I just had to move on and let go of a relationship that I didn’t feel the same about.

There is not a happily ever after yet. This story has merely begun. Wherever it leads me, I’ll remember to do what I think is right. Pain is a part of life, but it doesn’t have to prevent love.

(Screen) Name: Oceiana

On October 14, 2009 I decided to tell the guy that I had liked for 3 years how I felt. From the moment I woke up I was planing what I would say to him. I had invited him to go to a haunted house for Holloween, 13th Gate.

We had been friends from the moment we met. His name is Terry. He was, and is, the best guy I’ve ever known.

I felt confident that day, I woke up and the first thought in my head was, “I’m going to tell him.” Terry had often been my first thought lately. It was now or never, I chose now. I talked to hime on the bus that morning and thought about him through my first three classes. I was talking with my friend on the way to my third class when my best friend asked me,”Do you have a thing for Terry?”

I told her, though I’d have rather it been a suprise. She jumped up and down in joy that I’d found someone that she aproved of and that I’d know and liked for so long. She told me how she’d started noticing how I act around him. It was something that I accepted easily, I had been with him more often and would stare at him.

So after explaining what I was going to do she decided that if I got to scared that she would make me do it. When lunch time came around two other friends came to me and I let them in on my secret. I looked for him for a while then found out from Terry’s close friend that he was in the band room (He plays the bass drum- witch I think is awesome because music is like my soul). So we- all three of my friends and me headed that way. When we got just outside of the door I stopped, my insides seemed to twist up. My friends nearly had to pick me up to get me in there.

“Can- can I talk with you Terry?” were the words that came out of my mouth. He nodded and came into the hallway with my friends and I.

“What’s up?” he asked and I couldn’t find my words I could only stare into his amazing clay-green eyes with star like shapes of a darker green.

My best friend cut in when I said nothing and, I hate to put it this way but, ruined it more than I could have. She said, “Terry, she has to tell you something! She has liked you for a while now, you know, like kidnergarden, likes you.” He stared at her like she’d just punched him in the face. Shock.

I felt my eyes tear up a little when he looked at me with pitty. He said, “I’m sorry but I only think of you as a friend.” I put on my best mask, smiling and saying that I was fine.

Later when I got on the bus he came and sat with me. He looked me in the eyes and asked, “Is what she said true.”

I looked away and nodded. I made a sound that let me know that he understood. I asked if he still wanted to go to the haunted house and he said that he “wouldn’t miss it.”

~flash foward~

Terry and I were in the back seat of my dad’s car on the way to the 13th Gate. After getting lost we finally found it as we walked to the etrance he let me hold his arm.

Through the whole thing I held his hand tightly. There was one part where a man with a chainsaw made him almost fall while I tried to run, still holding his hand…I didn’t get very far… Even after we got out he continued to hold my hand. The whole way to his house, which was 2 hours, he held my hand strokeing his thumb over my hand.

The next night he and my best friend came over for Holloween. We watched movies and played games. During the Corpse Bride he put his arm around me.

It was little signs that were showing that he was starting to feel the same about me. On the 8th of November I invited him to go to my little cousin’s b-day party. I finally gave him to the answer to his last riddle. The answer was lips…

We where playing in the boucey house, pushing each other down. When I pushed him down for the 3rd time he grabbed my arm and pulled me down. Our lips met in the most passionate kiss I’d ever had. That night he kissed me 12 times, yes I counted.

The next day at school, noting seemed to change. It nearly broke my heart. It was like that the whole week, I didn’t know what to do. I invited him to go see 2012 with me, he agreed.

November 14, 2009…

Through the movie, he held my hand would give me a quick kiss every once in a while. After the movie, while in the car he let me lay across his lap and would kiss me softly. My dad stopped at a store and got everyone a water. Terry took a sip of his water, leaned down and let it trickle into my mouth. I pulled away looking into my eyes and said, “I bet none of your other boyfriend did that.”

Xanadu by Rush began to play (A song about paradise. It was on a CD).

The shock must have shown on my face because he chukled and I asked, “Does that mean your finally my boyfriend.”

He smiled and nodded. I sat up and gave him a passionate kiss.

(Screen) Name: GirlRyuzaki

I spent many years searching for my prince charming. My expectations were high but beyond what I ever thought I deserved.
I had a first marraige based completely off of having children with my childrens father…it didn’t work!
One day about a year after my divorce I went to a gathering of friends and I saw a man who literaly took my breath away. The setting was open where each of us could speak at leisure and very comfortable. Brent began to speak and the whole room stopped to listen to him and what he had to say, at that moment I was swept off my feet before he’d even met me. At the end of the gathering I looked at him thinking he’s too good for you but just give it a shot. So I asked for his number, he gave it to me! From that point we talked every free moment we had.
I told him I had three children and he proceeded to tell me he did as well. Between us our six children ranged from two yrs old to seventeen yrs old.
I have no perfect way to explain how this all came together so perfectly, but we have now been together for six yrs with our six children and it is still wonderful! I am so happy and so blessed that some power greater than me made it possible for us to meet!
At the begining of this story I said I had high expectations of men, but what I found is, I would have sold myself so short by searching out those qualities I thought I wanted!
My hope for everyone in this world is to find this kind of love and realize that our typical version of “Prince Charming” is not even comparable to real love!

(Screen) Name: Gratefullady

Yesterday, one of my friends told me his body betrayed his girlfriend due to loneliness. What a stupid and irresponsible excuse! A man has to know what kind of responsibilities he must take on and how to. This accident annoyed me but later what he said made me think for a long time.
” The present girfriend is not suit for me, we have lots of differences, and i don’t know whether it is still necessary to go on the relationship, but if i ask to break up, she might break down.”

Ironically, i also feel nothing to say with my boyfriend. Sensibly, i know we are not suit to each other. Emotionally, i struggle to appear to his favourite and life style in hope of a long, sweet, stabilized relationship.

what shall i do???

(Screen) Name: olina yang

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

There’s more than 100 reasons why i love my baby…but here are 100 reasons why i love him. I love u pookie….missin u

****believes in god a lot****

1.) He loves me

2.) He cares for me

3.) He’s my superman

4.) He’s my life

5.) He’s always there

6.) He always makes me smile

7.) He’s perfect

8.) Never screws up

9.) yells at me 😛

10.) looks amazing

11.) argues with me[its really cute.his face is so SERIOUS LOL]

12.) feeds me with his hands

13.) so open with me

14.) trusts me

15.) he’s the only person who i trust 100%

16.) never lies to me

17.) does everything i want him to do for me

18.) fights for me

19.) hugs me

20.) kisses me

21.) tells me that he loves me

22.) protects me

23.) he’s my husband

24.) he’s my boyfriend

25.) he’s my best friend

26.) he’s my valentine

27.) my soulmate

28.) my lil baby

29.) acts like a kid

30.) sometimes says the stupidest things

31.) he’s forgiving

32.) he’s mature

33.) he’s also immature

34.) he can be and act like a smart adult

35.) makes good choices

36.) acts totally stupid

37.) i love his smile

38.) his ears

39.) his eyes

40.) he’s my heart

41.) he’s the reason why im here today

42.) he’s the reason why i am how i am today

43.) made me a better person

44.) held my hand and led me into a beautiful world

45.) closed my eyes and took all the pain away from me

46.) tells me that it’ll be okay even in the worst situations

47.) cries so easily

48.) cries when i cry

49.) laughs when i laugh

50.) if i were to jump off a bridge he would come too…even though he doesn’t know how to swim…stupid

51.) he would do anything i ask him to do

52.) the reason why i believe in true love is him

53.) taught me how to walk on the right path

54.) treats me like a child

55.) voice is amazingly soft and silky

56.) so romantic

57.) ignores everybody when im with him

58.) doesn’t answer his friend’s phone calls when im talking to him

59.) treats me like a queen

60.) gives me more than i need

61.) buys me random gifts…when i ask him not to lol 😛

62.) he’s my sunlight

63.) he’s my moonlight

64.) he’s the only hope i have

65.) never ever makes me cry

66.) he’s my dream boy

67.) he’s so obbsessed about me and i love it caz im so obbsessed about him lol yay obbsession!

68.) he doesn’t mind if i look like crap

69.) wakes up early in the morning during his winter break to come and drop me to school and spends about 30 mins with me

70.) always tries to act like he’s happy even when he’s not

71.) he is so jealous about me talking to any boy…SO cute! lol

72.) holds my hand so softly and calmly

73.) he always knows what to do

74.) he wears his socks half way on and half off

75.) never matches

76.) never talks to any girl except for the girls who he knows very well

77.) screws up my hair all the time

78.) he broke my clay house that i worked to hard on lol

79.) made me a rose and a monkey drawing

80.) he gave me the place of god in his heart

81.) he can be a pain in the butt(but i love it) i know i love u too baby

82.) got me a perfume bottle instead of deoderant that i told him to get me hahaahah gud times

83.) he helps out so many people

84.) thinks of everybody first and then about himself

85.) he looks like hiritk roshan(indian actor) lol

86.) he can be so clumsy

87.) HIS ROOM IS SO MESSSY!

88.) doesn’t have a clean closet

89.) throws everything all over the place in his room

90.) wears a black patka ever since i told him that i don’t like it when he wears colorful patkes. (patka=turban like thing for boys)

91.) never looks at any girl

92.) gave me the key to our house

93.) buys me the cutest necklaces

94.) an amazing essay writer

95.) HORRIBLE speller LOL

96.) he’s the other half of me

97.) we’re one soul….he’s 50% and im 50%….we make one person

98.) he has good taste in clothing

99.) he’s the reason why im writing this

100.) he’s my everything….without him, i would have never told you guys about these 100 reasons why i love him because, i’d be dead without him.

I love you pookie ji missin u a lot and these 100 reasons are nothing compared to how much love i have for you. Typing up 100 things is easy to do, but to show you how much i love you is the hardest thing that i will do soon…because, no matter how much i tell and show u that i love you soooooooo much….i’ll have more and more to tell u and to show u…..my love for you is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. It’ll take me more than 10000000000 lifetimes to show you how much i love you. But for now, those 100 reasons should sum up half of my love. I love you baby…missin u tty soon hopefully

(Screen) Name: monaxoxo831

Do you think that it’s okay for someone to be punished just because they love someone? Well my parents think that it is okay to punish someone just because they love somebody. Yesterday morning was another normal morning. Everything was going great until my dad saw me getting out of my husband’s car to go to my school. This is when things everything fell apart. As i was gettin out of the car, my dad drives by. I could see his eyes turn red with anger as he speeds his car away. I ran to school, and i asked my teacher if i could make a phone call to my mom and she said yes. I went to the main office and dialed his number instead of my moms’. When i called him, we made a plan that he is going to get a friend from college to sit with him in the car and pretened that he already has a girlfriend. Doing this, will make it look like i just got a ride from him…and that he’s not my boyfriend. Jasmine agreeed to help us so we decide on the following plan. When i go home and my parents ask me why i was with “that” boy, i will just tell them that i am friends with this girl that goes to my high school(who wud be jasmine) and “that” boy is her boyfriend. I wud also tell them that i missed my bus so jasmine and her boyfriend gave me a ride to school. That is what our plan was….although it turned out totally different when i got home. When i reached home, my parents weren’t home..thank goddness to that. Right then i called raj (gurwinder’s nickname..i only call him that) and we started talking until ravneet, my sister told me what my dad had told her about me. Ravneet had an early dissmissal from her school because of conferences. Ravneet told me that our dad said, that he’s going to beat the crap out of me and i will probably be sent to india forever. She also explained how my dad had seen me with raj in the past few days. I was in shock…and i was scared to know that the plan that we made wasn’t going to work. Too many questions raced through my mind at that time….i didn’t kno what to do…but to cry. I kept my feelings inside and i didn’t cry because raj and i had came up with a different plan. When my mom and dad reached home, my mom took me to her bedroom. She locked the door and slaped me so hard on my face. She said that i disrespected our religion and her trust. She kept on slapping me till my dad came into the room. He was furious with anger built up inside of him. He came up to me and slaped me. I faced him, asking him to just listen to me for one second so that i can explain to him what was really going on. But he didn’t listen to me…instead he pushed me onto the hard wooden floor and kicked me with his bulky shoes. I felt pain for the first few minutes, but he continued for about 10 minutes. He cursed at me….told me i was going to be sent to india forever. After a few minutes i just sat there on the floor, waiting to be hit again. I tried to defend myself by putting my two hands around my head….it didn’t work. After all i’am only 14. After my dad was done beating me, i got up and i told him that the only reason that i was in his car was because of jasmine, his girlfriend and my friend. I also told him that i missed my bus so i was walking and they asked me if i needed a ride and i said yes to them. I also told him that sometimes i didn’t get on the bus, instead i took rides from raj and his girlfriend. He said okay..lemme talk to his girlfriend. And so i called her on the number that raj gave to me. When i called, i was crying and i told her to talk to my dad. My dad started to talk to her…he asked her if whatever i told him was true. And obviously she was going to say, yes we do give her rides once in while and that raj is really my boyfriend, not manpreet’s. After my dad was done talking to jasmine, raj took the phone and started to talk to my dad. As soon as my dad heard his voice, he started to curse at him like crazy, half in our language and the other half in english. haha it was kinda funny now that it’s all over lol…im a retarted person…u’ll kno wat i mean as i write more entries. Anywaysz continuing on with my story…so after my dad was done talking to raj and jasmine, my mom took my dad downstairs. They both went downstairs and discussed how to solve this problem. After a few minutes my mom came upstairs and i told her that mom please believe me. She said that she only believes in half of my story and that she will believe me fullly once raj and his (fake) girlfriend comes to our house to show my parents that they really are girlfriend and boyfriend. So my mom called raj and told him that if you arent going to come to our house with ur girlfriend then we will think that manpreet truly is your girlfriend. So raj brought jasmine to our house after 1 and half hour. Right before raj and jasmine reached my house, my dad left to get my baby brother’s diapers. (lol so random…i kno). My mom and i went outside to talk to raj and jasmine. I really didn’t say anything, but raj did most of the talking. He explained how this girl (jasmine) is his girlfriend and not me. He also told her that they did give me rides to school but they wont any more. My mom said that it’s fine and she let it go. Thank god my dad wasn’t there…he’d probabaly slap him …and that would hurt me more than anything. Before jasmine and raj were about to leave i noticed that raj and jasmine were holding hands. They only did this to show my mom that they both were really girlfriend and boyfriend. Being kicked all over for 10 mins and crying for god knows how long, the thing that was most painfull was not any of the things that happened to me but instead was to see his hand with her hand…..even though it was just ment to be a way to convince mom..it still hurted me from deep within. My blood started to rush to my face, burning me from the inside. I wanted to go up to raj an force him to let go of her hand but i knew that he couldnt think of another girl as anything more than a sister. It still burned me from the inside to see him holding another girl’s hand, but i had to face the truth that he had to do it…..for the sake of our love.

(Screen) Name: monaxoxo831