My first “love”, that I am aware of, had been in the first year of middle school.
Had I known that I loved her from the start? No, but my philosophy became love and appreciation of one another. I had been studying what love really meant.
What made me love her?
– I loved her because she was different from everyone else
– I loved her because she was trustworthy, caring, and most of all – she loved me back.
– I love her because she was beautiful, and still didn’t try hard to make her self look any better.

I’m sure there are millions of other things that have been missing, because love is always a mystery – love is something that philosophers can’t interpret with a definite answer. Love is gods gift, and we shouldn’t uncover its mystery as for we will be discovering something fate never had the “besoin” to tell us.

(Screen) Name: Owain Davies

It was summer, and i had come back from a 1 week camp. I had stayed with some friends and i had had so much fun. This was when i realized that i didn’t fancy my boyfriend ray anymore. As it was summer and he was in Ireland i had no choice but to break up with him by text. It was really upsetting as i didn’t wanna break up with him by text, it’s too harsh. He replied to my text saying if i have a new boyfriend? Over the camp i had a crush on a guy called Manny. But he wasn’t anything compared to my true love. I replied back saying no i haven’t, he then answered saying that he has i immediately felt angry and asked him when the hell he was going to tell me? He said something dumb and replied saying I wasn’t going to. This was when i met Reese. Me and Reese had been good friends for a while. We had exchanged numbers in a maths lesson. We occasionally texted about life. He helped me get through my anger which only lasted about a day. We had texted for a while and i asked him if he wanted to go bike riding with me as friends. He said yes and we met at the park. We couldn’t be asked to go bike riding so we must have spent four hours in the park. From 1:30-5:00 we lay on the hills watching clouds and making wishes on dandelions It was a true holiday love. And best of all it was reality not a dream. Every time i looked at him i just about melted. I had never had as much fun as i did with him! It was so cool! He had to go at 5 o’clock, deep down inside i had to as well but i didn’t care. We hugged for ages and i could just about shout out! This isn’t just friendship. I could tell! Even as mates we said how much we missed each other! We wanted to meet again but he had to go on holiday for two weeks. We texted so much! There wasn’t a day where we didn’t text. Then one day he asked me what I’d wished on my dandelion. I wouldn’t tell him until he did. He admitted that he liked me and said my wish word for word. He said he wished that we could be more than friends. I had wished exactly the same thing! He told me that he had liked me since year 7. (we were going into year 9 now) But he couldn’t ask me out because he was too shy and he knew i had a crush on a boy called Nick. I had to suffer without him for another week until he came back. We met up again in the park, we had so much more fun! And we climbed random trees. Whilst sitting on a branch we lent over and had our first kiss. I gasped and jokily said “That was our first kiss” And he laughed and kissed me again. It was a rainy day and we had nothing to cover ourselves so we sheltered under trees. I was in love and we kissed and hugged so much until we had to go. I had to walk home, around 10 minutes away from my house. Whilst walking home all i could think of was him. I had never been so happy! When we went back to school a week later, we announced we were going out. We hung out so much, sat next to each other in every lesson. We kissed and hugged and went to the park after school. We went out on Saturday to see a film. We kissed and hugged in the cinema! It was amazing! I went into another world when our lips touched. Unfortunately everything was going to change. We shared our last kiss at the park before i was going to Germany for a week a part of my school’s German exchange. I missed him so much! And one day i called from Germany on his mobile. He sounded unhappy and told me if he could call me back, I sensed something wasn’t right. I never called back and when we met with our school every day i talked to his friend Bethany and my friend Shanice. They reassured me. And when i returned to England i texted him and he texted back saying small things, not replying any kisses (xoxo) I realized this was the end and asked him what was wrong. I was sitting on the edge of my bed biting my nails so nervously. HE replied saying he needed to tell me something but couldn’t. I told him to and he broke up it me saying he liked me but not enough to go out. And that he didn’t want a girlfriend. I said OK and told him bye. He told me he didn’t want me to go. All i could remember was me lying on my bed in tears calling my best friend who was also one of Reese’s to call me. He told me he wasn’t worth it and stood by me through all these times. I told Reese i still wanted to be friends just to make him happy. We are friends and i sometimes still catch his eye and we blush. Sometimes i feel he still loves me and melt every time i see him. He flirts with a lot of girls around me and it hurts like crazy. I am mad about him and feels he likes a girl called Georgia. It hurts as she’s a really good friend of mine but flirts back. All my friends are helping me get through it and Reese thinks i am over him. He’s one boy who can make me happy and sad at the same time and break my heart into shards of glass. I am recovering slowly and still myself thinking back to the park times and cinema and everything. But then i remember he was my everything but now he’s my nothing. All i have to say is that don’t hold onto a person too tight. Cause one day they won’t be there…

(Screen) Name: Heartbroken </3

I know there are many of you out there, maturity levels ranging far above and below my own, who believe my youth invalidates my story. I don’t blame you. I am only sixteen. “Highschool love” is just a big oxymoron to me. But no matter how many relationship websites or love story blogs you visit, you will never be able to define love like this.
Quite honestly, love is indefinite. I can’t define love, but I can tell you how love defines my relationship.

-Our romance is beneath our friendship. He is my best friend, not just my boyfriend. And “best friend” is how I will always think of him first. We agreed if we have to, we will break up before that ever changes.
-I lied to him that my parents abused me. I created bruises all over my body and slit my writs. I faked fainting spells and arrhythmia. I called him frequently while sobbing and threatening to commit suicide, faking my suicide twice. I faked extreme pyrophobia. And then I told him the truth.
-We talked ahead of time about sex. We are going to wait. We’re too young. We’re still growing. Things as important as sex should not be rushed, forced. Sex is a gift and a connection that we’re not mentally, physically prepared for.
-He thought he was going to die. I ditched the entire school day to be with him, deliberately disobeying my parents.
-He asked me what I would think if he left for the entire summer to go to a prestigious musicians camp. Though I didn’t want him to go, I encouraged him to. I will do what’s best for him even when it isn’t easy for me. While he was gone, I spent time with his mom. We planned a surprise party for the day he got back. I invited his close friends and cooked his favorite meals.
-When he is insecure, I don’t make him feel better. I give him a reality check.
-We are taking ballroom dance lessons together so that we won’t be like every other annoying couple vacuuming each other’s faces off at prom.
-We don’t make out. We don’t kiss. We connect. We are affectionate vs sexual.
-We are in love.

(Screen) Name: Nina

OK, I’m 15 yes but I do believe that i can be in love as much as a thrity year old.
When I was 13 I met a boy named Robbie. He was tall, charming, what I believed to be a down to earth boy taht i was lookin gofr. I had a year and a half of heart break and drama because of him. He cheated, raped and tourchured me.
Well one night, when I was secretly dating this boy, we went out, out to the skatin grink, it was a friday. I hadnt known it, but i met the love of my life. Some friends of mine, Mike and Angel, began throwing a smashed can. I got angry adn threw it as hard as I can. Nearly hitting a tall, very handsome boy named Hunter. I yelled an apology and turned away. a bit later as he walked by, I said sorry and he sat down and we bagan talking. His voice, his eyes, his lip ring, it all captured me enormously, adn I began likin ghim without my knowing it. I remeber Robbie getting very jelous of Hunter, this angel. Hunte rhad to leave and we bid our farwells. A few days later, as I was talking to my best friends Sydney and Megan, They looked at me and said at the same time “Alexis, you like Hunter” now right before this robbie had broke up with me for one of my friends, so I got Megan to get me Hunters AIM and I began talking to him. it hurt at first, I saw no reason for him to like me. it began very slowly, I was not used to waiting this long for a oby to like me. Two months passed of just talkin gonline and e decided to meet up. We don’t live far apart. We met at Taco Bell, a place where teenagers like to walk and buy food. BEcause of my stupidity, i missed him. I got home and got online, heartbroken, to find he had seen me, but I had not seen him. So I decided to walk to his house, with my best friend Megan. I got there and we sat on his porch, talking, and I wanted to cry cause all I could think was “why would a boy like him want me?” Megan had earlier walked back home, so we got up and walked to her house. We sat in the basement talking, me and my failing attempts at flirting. MEgan kept treying to get me to kiss him but i shook my head and texted her i was to shy to. After a little while he had to go home so Megan and I walked him back. On his porch, I finally got the balls to kiss him. i missed like the blond I am, but it was a start. I got online the next day, and we met up again. we walked on trails around my town, after a bit decided to sit on a bench. He kissed me, and my heart topped. I st there with my head on his shoulder and he held my hand.We went our separate ways after a while and I went home and cried, my heart was shattering, I didnt know why he would like me and it hurt. The next day I walked to his house and hung with him, then going to Megans to hang out. She got frustraited, seeing us holding hands but not dating. She asked “do you like her?” he sat in cilence, my heart was cracking more. She repeted her question and he said “Yeah. I was going to ask he rout tonight on the computer” Megan, pleased with herself, said “alright yall are going out now!”my heart aws in hyperdrive. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. We had to painfully separate again. But that was just the beginning. I love Hunte rmore than anything, his is my soulmate and I know it.

(Screen) Name: alexis

The first time I had a crush on somebody is when i was 7 years old. because my siblings and my cousins are all girls, i think i become so attarcted to cute boys but at the same time, i am also too shy to talk to boys too. so you can tell, since 7 until now, i have crush on gazillion of guys. however, when I turned 13, i went to a bording school. there, i met this one guy. he was so cute with his charming smile, fair skin, smart brain, but most importantly he was very pious. this guy don’t talk to girls much including me. but i always eyeing him. his personality attract me the most. at the hostel, i always talked about him until all my friends can detect the HUGE crush i kept for him. yeah, sometimes he annoyed me by refusing to talked to girls except for important matter. during 5 years of being in boarding school, i have to admit… he was not my only crush. but, the other crush seem to come and go and none can really attract me except for him. i don’t know why i kept thinking about him on those days until i figured out i truly have fall for him. he was my first love! my friends really did a great job on trying to hook us up which mada me happy but so shy and finally turns to shame. the guy tried to avoid me. its not like i tried to catch him, except for the gossip my frinds made. his act really hurt me. i wonder, why can’t he just act normal??? i not an ugly witch who tried to cast a spell on the guy she likes. i would never chase after guy although i like them so badly. so i repeat, IT HURT A LOT! after i finally end my high school, i thought i would never see him again. it does hurt too,because everyday my eyes will fix on him and watch every steps he takes, but not being able to see him again is nothing compare to the scars he made on me before. so i would prefer not to see him. however, we met again in college but he won’t be long there. he will continue his studies in medicine in egypt. i think my first love isn’t as wonderful as the other but thinking of him always made me feel ease. he never knew he had left a deep scars on my heart and he had become a part of my history but i still can’t stop thinking about him. hopefully, i’ll find someone better than him who would always notice how i feel, what i think and what i want. hope you’ll find someone! best of luck my ex-love….

(Screen) Name: nicky

When I was in middle school, I always tried to give dating a chance. I was only 14 at the time, so
of course I was a bit experienced and naive. My cousin Kristina who was also my age seemed to
be more into serious relationships then I had ever been. She kissed boys in the halls while I just pushed my boyfriend away childishly, as if he was my best friend. My mother knew Kristina was older mentally than physically, while I was still into cartoons and wanting to hang out with friends. I remember seeing Kristina lose her first love, which seemed unbearable. She cried for a long time, i myself could feel her heartache. I never wanted to go what she went through, and i always heard my mom say, ” I’ll never have to worry about Alyssa, shes always mean to them boys.”
So after the weeks i seen my cousin cry over how tragic it was to lose her first love, vowed and said,” That will never be me.”
High school soon came at an instant, I was a freshman at North County. My classes were all far away in different halls, there was no group to follow anymore. I remember walking into my first class, it was foundations of art. The smell of paint stung my nose, giving me a small headache. My teacher was a tall skinny woman, thick rimmed glasses, olive green pants, and freckles the covered her nose. Ms. Gshweng was her name. I had gotten to pick my own seat. Which was quite difficult since this was my very first class as a highschooler. One table full of preps, another with immature freshman who I didn’t want to get involved with, then the table with one friend i knew. His name was John, in my middle school last year. I was completely overwhelmed that I had someone to talk to. There were two other boys at the table, and with out me knowing, one of these boys would change my life dramatically. John introduced me to a boy who sat accrossed from him, his name was Charles but everyone called him Bunky.
I sat beside him and smiled, ” Hey I’m Alyssa, im a freshman here.” Bunky gave me a warm smile, ” Hey I’m a senior here.” Knowing he was a Senior made me a little nervous, he was two years older then me. I never was use to talking to teens older then me, so i figured I’d have to make an adjustment. Months had went by, and the more i talked to him the more i grew fonder. I’d always take his house keys so that he would have to find me near the buses at the end of the day, because i felt the need to see him again. We became close, so close. We talked online, in class, in the halls. Occasionally he’d walk me to class. He was my best friend and the only thing i could talk about with my friends.
Then the dreaded ending of the semester came, where we would switch to our new classes. He went to photography as well as I. But on different times. It killed me not being able to see him as much as i did. Art class kept us together, talking. I realized, i was in love with him, his walk, that crooked smile of his when he told me the ridiculous stories of things he had done in the past. Never have i had such strong feelings. Then in April came the school year was reaching it’s end, which meant not even being able to glimpse at Bunky in the halls. I cringed at the thought.
One night i went online, since Bunky had told me he added me on myspace. I got a message saying that he liked me, and that he thought he was below my standards since i was so beautiful. I felt butterflies in my stomach as i read each sentence. After that day, i asked him if he’d date me and he said yes with no hesitations.
We dated for a year, I fell head over heels in love with that boy. He was everything i ever hoped for. Everything i ever needed, or so i thought. Clearly do i remember a month after our year anniversary, he all together stopped talking to me as much, no phone calls every night at 9:30 to tell me goodnight, or the sweet kisses he would give me on my forehead. The things about me on his myspace were deleted. I felt my heart begin to beat faster as i thought of reasons of why he would leave me. I gave him everything i had. My love for him was unconditional, I’d miss everyday he was away. I swore up and down that he was god sent, my gift from heaven.
Sometimes i felt like i was over reacting but the signs were so clear. I just didn’t want to believe it. Denial was my greatest downfall. My friend angel and her boyfriend Danny were worried since i was spending most of my time indoors locking myself in my room, so they took me out to get a pedicure. Bunky somewhat off my mind, i kept looking at my cellphone waiting for his text. Something he hadn’t sent me for 3 days. Nor did i speak to him for 3 days. Which got me worried. Then my phone vibrated. I felt my heart leap as i grabbed the phone from the end table in the nail salon. It was from Bunky! But when i opened the text, my excitement faded. My heart fell all the way to the pit of my stomach. The text had said, ” I don’t want to be in a relationship anymore.”
At that moment i felt truly alone. Tears fell like bullets, my stomach tied into a knot. I cradled my head in my hands. I left the salon and went to the bathroom, Angel and Danny followed. Then i had passed out on the floor because of stress.
My life became my worst nightmare. I lost my first love, something i vowed i would never go through. But it hit me like lightning, he was gone i would never see him again. For he didn’t want to. I was mad at him. But now that i look back, i wish i could thank him. For giving the best year of my life. He shown me what true love is, without him i never would have felt it. I miss him dearly, sometimes i think of that day i met him in class, i still walk by that class today. I just smile. He’ll always have a special place in my heart. And he will always be known as my first love.

(Screen) Name: AlyssaKarn

After I had a relationship with my last boyfriend who was my long time crush and my ideal guy; i never have time to commit again. I got many crushes but loving another guy was not yet in my mind. My bestfriend and me applied at SM Supermarket as a bagger. There I met many guys who’s very charming but none get stuck with my heart. Until new baggers was hired then, after 2 weeks when we were hired. He was so silent and I used to make fun out of him.He is Christian. Day had passed, another baggers was hired because many were got ended their contracts. His named is Juvelie. He really likes me and got a stolen kiss to me. At first, I really hate what he was doing. Our costumer service personnel noticed what he had done with me. When we had our three days workshop, we got a chance to meet and get closed with some of our batches and the other next to us. We were then very closed. Juvelie always wants to get closed with me. We always stayed in one of our co-employees bording house. Our workshop started at 8am but its not consecutive three days. When we got to work about few minutes before 1pm. I had planned to make him dissapointed with me. I told my friends about it and agreed with me. We saw Christian was just beside us. I asked him to do but I wasn’t really sure if he can make it because he is a shy person. Then, after the plan we started to do anything just to make Juvelie get away from me. Our first plan was not successfull. The more we pretend that we are lovers, the more he likes me. Then, the next thing we do is we stop and let it be. We were so tired to do everything but it seemed nothing to him. There was one night, my last night before my suspension startes due to my lates. Christian and me was sitting on the jeepney. Juvelie was just in front of us. Almost the employees had seen us very closed and sweet. But it was my intention to hold his arms because Juvelie was there staring us. I didn’t know whats on the mind of Christian why he did it. I only noticed it after. He talks like his lips brushes to mine. Of course, i didn’t mind it because we’re just making him jealous.When my suspension starts, i realized that i missed Christian and I dont even think of that. Maybe of what happened. When i came back for work I found out that it was successful. He didn’t want to talk to me like he hates me after what he had seen.He never wants to talk to me. And just gave me a fake smile when i told him i missed him. When Christian and I met our break time, we laughed and I was shocked because he hugged me tight and he told me he missed me. So I told him i misses him more. I just want to be honest with him and with myself. Then i started a huge feeling that i was thinking if i like him. He had a girlfriend and I knew it. Months passed, we became closed and people noticed our sweetness. Ofcourse we allowed them to see us because we’re not a real lovers. They always asked us if we were. We answered them were not. Were just friends but we knew deep inside of us we like each other. When we had to go out, we holds our hands and he always offers his shirst when it rains. He waited outside so we could walk together. People were so confused about us. Then, i told them that I have a feeling for him but im quite sure I dont love him. But Christian denied always that he didn’t like me. He keeps telling them though i was always there that it would never happened that he would court me, love me or be his mistress. He never want to cheat with his girlfriend but I dont know. I was really hurt when I heard him saying it. I told some of my friends to stop asking him about us. Months passed by,we’re more sweeter and he can’t denied his feeling for me. He had shown to us how he felt for me. He got jealous and me too. He didn’t want me to get jealous. It’s like we were a true lovers. I didn’t get him. Then, he admit to my some friends that he likes me too.
When we ended our contract there, we still communicate through cellphone but he’s not replying always. I know he just want to keep texting with his girlfriend only. I was hurt but its okay. I never let him know about it. I just smile and smile to pretend it. One day, I went to supermarket alone. We talked and asked me going out to watch movie. I was not able to answer him. He said,deal or no deal. I keep shut up and smile. I didn’t imagine it. After his work by almost 8pm, we walked through our friends bording house. I had to get one thing there. We missed watching movie because the cinema is until 9pm only. We walked and he kissed me. When we got to her bording house, there outside we were staring. We bid goodbye but we still want each other. I told him i want to hug him because it would be our last met. We hugged so tight but he faces me and kissed me like he didn’t want me to go. Then, he left me. When I got home already,I can’t forget his kiss. I feel like I wanted him more. Few days later he texted me that they split up. I saw his wounds on his hands because he hits the wall. I was pity on him that I realized how much he loves his girlfriend.I gave him advices and he agreed with me. I never hurt anymore and I asked him to share me about his ex. He told me everything. When he is alone, he always wanted me to be with him because he wanted someone to talk too. I wanted so but I just can’t go. He did everything to make his ex back to him but she has another boyfriend. Then, he accept it. He can’t forced his girlfriend because she dont love him anymore. And i was there for him,still give him advices. But what happened is we kissed and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I never answered him. I just told him that he is still hurt and I dont want to commit because he just want me,not love me. He understand me but we keep doing it. He explained to me and what we are to be when i answered him. I just smiled and looked him in the eyes. I feel like he was so sincered by what he is saying.Days passed and he ended up his contract too. The day of their exit interview came, he asked me if we can meet. I told him I wasn’t sure because my mom wont let me. He told me he wants to give me a teddy bear. He keeps waiting me on that day and tommorow he had to go home in his place. It took 2 hours or more,it is far. I would missed him if im not going to met him. Then,i met him with my friends. She left us alone in the bench to talk. He gave me a teddy bear and a big chocolates. He kissed me always in my hands and my forehead. He stoled me a kiss too though many people saw it. He wants me to smile before he got to go. When he has to go,i was really crying and he told me that he would come back as soon as possible. He didn’t want to leave me but he has too. He would be home late. That night, we texted and he told me that he loves me but he just can’t tell me personally. I want to say it personally so he decided that we keep friends only. He send me a message that it made me cry. Then, i told him i love him too. He said that he didn’t want me to be confused. Then we stopped texting. The next day,I text him to ask if where is my boyfriend? He was shocked and keep asking me if I was really his girlfriend already. He was very happy and I was happy too. Finally, i can call him my own. We are both happry right now and misses each other. He would make a way to come back here as soon as possible so we wil have time for each other. I love him so much.

(Screen) Name: Jesse

I had been dating this guy for 3 years off and on! He was my first love I had always planned to marry him since the day we started to date! It was instant love for us! He was everything I could have ever of wanted! But we got caught sneaking out of the house, and I ended up getting brought home by the cops! And when you daddys little girl he doesn’t like any boy you bring home in the first place much less when you get brought home by a cop because of them! Anyways…It was my senior year and we where finally starting to get on the right track and he was starting to act like he was caring again! I had this friend that we had been texting and just harmlessly flirting you could say when I went to see him at his work, I ended up falling in love with his best friend! Now the funny thing about this is that I had a major crush on this guy for forever! I had known him since I was younger and always thought he was the hottest thing that had ever walked the face of this earth!! He worked with my dad and so did his grandma, his mother, and his father!! I never talked to him whenever I seen him because he was just one of those jock types of people that seem to be really stuck up and I was extremely shy! Well when I went to see his friend at work that is where he says he fell in love with me and would make sure that if anything we would at least talk! So we started to talk and I realized that my boyfriend at the time of 3 years was doing nothing for me it was time to move on to someone who I knew was going to treat me better! And he has! He has been there for me through everything that I have went through since we’ve been together! He has swept me off of my feet! We bought a promise ring about four months ago! The lady asked how long we had been together and we said three, but we have known each other our whole lifes! And she was like well see there always right infront of you! Love is blind!! We plan to be engaged next summer and get married two summers after that! I have never been so happy in love in my life! He is everything that I could have ever imagined!! I love him and will love him til the day I die!!

(Screen) Name: HeadOverHeels

Noticed him the first time I ate together with my colleagues in the company I started working with third quarter of 2008. He easily captured my attention because of his jolly personality and I just can’t simply take a way my eyes with him, a talk, dark, and good-looking man. Frankly speaking, his totally my type but that’s it, no more no less because I’m into a relationship for five years and I’m really happy with my partner not knowing that all will certainly change.
Our “bitter sweet” love story exactly started when he texted me by chance. He just wants to bully me because I’m walking with a guy friend after office hours. He is thinking that it’s my boyfriend. I replied and said that it’s just my friend. After that we have given a chance to know each other better as time passes by because we constantly texting each other. I was very candid with my admiration for him, I often tell my colleagues that I like him and I was so attracted with his eyes. As if I’m running out of time because suddenly I want him to be mine but it was miserable because I knew what we have is nothing for him and the most heartbreaking part is that he is already married with a lovely daughter. I knew from the very start that the relationship we are building will not work because he loves his wife and I love my boyfriend too but I can’t stop my feeling because he is also showing the same way to me. I just let go and nurture the emotion. Our first kiss was remarkable because we hide from our colleagues one night when we go out to unwind. My feelings as well as he overflowed that we end up in making love. Everything came very rapid which is something to be anxious of. Everything went well with us as he is thinking of because we are enjoying one’s companionship, for me it wasn’t. Hurt is starting to build within me because the feelings I have nurtured had already grown to love. Yes I love him and there’s no way to pull it back. Another night out came and I love it when we go out because we have given a chance to be together. I was not supposed to drink because I’m not really drinking but that night was the first time I did and I took it badly. It lead me to asked him if he loves his wife and he said yes and follow-up question of do you love me and he said no. It really breaks my heart; I don’t know what to do that time. I want to cry, shout, and hurt myself because this will not happened if from the very start I did not entertained it. That night made me realized to stop the foolishness I’m doing because I gained nothing but heartbreaks. It somehow affects him and he does everything to make me feel better. The love’s strength again ruled over me and so we continued our secret affair.
One night before holidays an officemate, me and him went out for a drink. I’m just sitting next to him listening to what they are chatting of. The session lasted about 3 hours, before we left each other I told him in the sincerest way that I love him and he simply said thank you for the love. What do I expect hear him saying that he loves me? Oh well if he only knew how I felt. The much awaited holidays came and all of us were excited to take a break from the toxic world of work. We are in good terms when we left each other and how we will celebrate our Christmas? Simply by saying in a text message “Merry Christmas” and that’s it, again what would I expect to a loving husband to his wife. I told myself that it is the right time to reflect and of course help myself to get rid of him after all I still have my boyfriend. I will just give my love and attention to him, someone who loves me back more than I give. I decided to just text him during Christmas, his Birthday, and New Year. It bothered him so he texted me a lot with same messages yet I still control myself I never sent any other message aside from the greetings.
Vacation ended and it’s time to go back to work. I was worried because we are going to see each other again. We just simply smiled when we first saw each other again. He asked me why I didn’t respond to his messages I just said that I thought the network has a problem because I keep on receiving same messages and he laughed at me and said how could that be happened. After office we go out and ate with two of our colleagues, he was sweeter than before I don’t know why. Again my weak heart follow what will make her happy but this time around everything is started to change. He is sweeter, thoughtful, and we are closer than before. I was really in the stage of accepting that he will never love me and everything will stay as an enjoyment in each other but one night when he took me home I was shocked when he said that he loves me. I was very happy to hear that from him. I didn’t expect that after long wait he will feel the same way as mine. Our romance has its new face and stronger than ever.
Every day is something to look forward to. We often texted each other as much as we can, even Saturdays and Sundays unlike before. We still took dinner together but sweeter than before and we started calling each other Mahal. We tried to do things like what other relationships does, like watching movies, bowling, enjoy strolling in mall, for summer vacation we went to a resort to spend at least over night, I let him experienced eating my favorite dishes and we went home together after office, his taking the same route as mine. I really appreciate all his effort for me. I will never forget how he surprised me on my birthday. He went early to my house; I’m actually renting a studio type room together with a colleague and gave me a present, I didn’t expect it because I’m only thinking that we will just go out for dinner yet he planned for sweeter thing but if he only knew that time that his kiss and embrace is more than enough. He really made my day special and unforgettable. I must admit that even no words came out from his lips, he truly loves me but of course like any other relationships we also experienced misunderstandings and difficulties since our affair is secret but it’s good that we still manage to overcome it because we gave time to talk about all issues and aside from our love we also founded friendship.
Everything looks great for us perhaps but I can’t deny that we can never be together. He loves his family more than he does for me and I know that he will never leave them. Sad truth for me, it is not like what we commonly heard that someone will leave the family to be with the mistress. I have no rights to demand for anything because all that we are doing is against GOD’s teachings and human law. For sure everyone will say it’s wrong but what is right? Stop what we are doing? I will stop if he does first because it will only burden me knowing that I love him. I once heard this from him. “Everything in life is temporary, enjoy good things because they won’t last forever and don’t worry for bad things because they won’t also last forever” I was not able to give reasonable comment with this. I just want to tell him that yes it’s temporary that’s why I want to experience being loved by him, just only me. Too selfish to hear since I’m the one who just came by and now asking for the whole. No matter how hard one’s tried and no matter how much you gave, you will still end up with nothing because not everything you want will be yours. I don’t know how long I can hold on to this relationship and how long will it last what’s I’m sure of is that I love him as much as he knows.

(Screen) Name: ReD

Many of days I sat by myself thinking of her. The magic in her hazel eyes touched me. Though I am far distant from her now, it is not little I have recollections of her delightful smile. On serene summer nights, as a beautiful sonata plays, she often comes to mind. I muse over what seems to be an urgent absence of her presence.However, her silhouette still gently lies upon my thoughts. In the twilight,at the drifting of a cool aromatic breeze, I dream of Ella.
As I recall, I met her on a visit to the small Italian city of Naples. Though it had been some years ago, I still remember just how she looked then. From the beginning I never fancied encountering her. As a tourist I wanted to get out and explore my surroundings. Since I had a month cessation from school in the United States, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity for me to learn something new.
My tourist guide, a man by the name of Alberto Giovanni led group of those persons who like me wanted to examine the city. I was also apart of this tourist class. Giovanni, a middle aged man, appeared small in stature. He had a noitceable bald spot. There were remaining shrieks of gray hair on each side of his head. His protruding belly was the most recognizable, although his appearance overall resembled a unique kind of youthfulness.
The indivduals present were guests with me in Italy’s finest lodgings and resorts. I had met each one prior to the tour. There was no distance among each of us. Everyone was acquainted for the most part.At the commencement of the tour we all gathered around to take pictures of the picturesque towns. Upon passing historical sites our guide would pause, and explain certain aspects of our explorations. I learned quickly the irony involved with such a beautiful and peaceful country. It was pretty much created in the midst of various civil wars.
As we proceeded along, there were a menagerie of villages and public eating places becoming quite visible to us. Fully within the limits of the foreign assortments, everyone decided to stop for a bite to eat.I wasn’t the least bit of surprised when all in the group wanted pizza, although I have heard the Italians never invented this dish. As we all agreed upon the restaurant suitable for us, there was no hesitation to repair to the chosen public eating area. Before entering the restaurant however, my attention was suddenly arrested.
It was on a balmy Monday afternoon when my eyes fastened hard upon her. I thought to myself she could be no more than twenty years of age, Ella that is. Her eyes met mine as she smiled to indicate a subtle attraction. She had been working in her father’s shop that day, and was about to leave. I distance myself from the group I had heretofore kept company with, to approach what seemed to me a fallen gem.
Of the sunlight that fell across her hair…the dye from henna leaves accenuating her long tresses…reflected from her a red tint slightly varied. The yellow nylon dress she wore was of viola decor. Her form had a regal grace. Her toenails were perfectly painted, as if by a skillful pedicurist; the black high hill shoes around her feet, complimented all too well the eye shadow across her eyelids. She was like a topaz jewel in November.
When I got to where she was standing I introduced myself. She reciprocated by giving me her name. The conversation was natural, and it seemed like we had known each other for a long time. As we both talked there came an abrupt ending. Ella’s father called her back inside the shop. He caught sight at what was taking place. From the disapproval in his voice, he did not like the idea of me exhanging words with his daughter. She quickly hurried away, but before she left, she whispered in my ear to meet her at a certain place. I made a gesture to let her know I understood her.
I again joined the company I had been with since the early morning. It was evident from the chuckles and laughs all knew what had taken place.
I was in harmony with my fellow tourists, because as fate would have it, cupid struck me with his arrow. Following our lunch we visted more sites in Italy, until it was time to go back to the hotel. Once there, everyone seperated to their own rooms to rest. Later that evening there was to be a play in which all visitors wanted to attend. As for me I decided to take a shower and freshen up, I had a date.
On the approach of twilight while the guests gathered to go watch the show, I began my walk to the Italian square. Here I would meet Ella. When I arrived I saw her sitting on a bench. There she was, her long flowing hair lying gently on her back. Just like before, she did not lack in beauty, as it was obvious to me the intoxication of her symmentry ravished my heart. It was in secret we spent the first day, and the days that followed, endeavoring to hide from Ella’s father the relationship we discovered.
It was not long before she graced my lips with hers. I was transfixed in the romance that had taken control, while the many sunsets pour floods of light, bathing the The Venice River in orange. This river her and I sailed upon. She bedazzled me with one touch her hand, and her fingertips dripped eloquence on moonlit streams. Ella told me her father did not like me. He knew I did not come from a pure Italian line, and therefore, detested me.
Although the intrique was from the beginning a taboo, I made an effort to beguile the time by holding her in a caress embrace. We chose ignore the old traditions that once threatened love, and notwithstanding her father forbidding our relationship, we saw each other everyday.Though it was premature in essence, Ella and I wanted to marry. I desired her for my wife, but how could I pass the ethnic demarcation? To elope seemed like the more preferred choice between her and me.
The weeks had become shorter since I arrived in Italy, and soon I would leave to go back home. Being in Ella’s company was amazing. As it was our amusement, Ella and I would escape to the country side to the villa her father owned. In the heat of noon the two of us engaged in a quiet storm. Far the time was spent. In our realization of this, we would make our way back to the open square where I first met her. Strange I had no inkling of a thought that soon our time together would come to a sudden end.
Usually Ella and I parted only to see each other the next day; however, on one particular night she and I would be forever parted. It would end in a sad irony. The month in Naples Italy brought wedding bells in the sweetest vision. It was bella sera when my expectations were to be disappointed. Nightfall settled in rather quickly, and while sitting in the frequented places of Italy where lovers go to enjoy a secret rendezvous, Ella and I held each other freely under the starry sky.Entwined in silence, we closed our eyes in a lover’s tide.
Suddenly, the romantic moment was interrupted. Ella began to distance herself from me. As I opened my eyes, I met hers filled with so much consternation. Looking over my head, behind me, she seemed to be speechless. I turned to see what her eyes averted to, and in amazement I watched her father approaching us hurriedly, his face flushed with anger. Taking Ella by the hand he reprimanded her for disobeying him by interacting with one uttered not a thouroughbred. He then warned me to stay away from his daughter.
I tried to reason with him, but he became even more irrational. Finally, in complete silence I watched him lead Ella away, until both passed from out of sight. I never saw Ella again. Although I made visits to her home, it was of no avail. Her father’s servant told me either she was not present, or preoccupied with house chores. At length, after irritating Ella’s father with my constant yearning to see her, I was told not to come back on pain of death.
I left Italy without hope of ever seeing Ella or communicating with her while back at home. I had no enthusiasm to return to the United States. I felt I had left a part of me behind. Six years has passed since I last seen her though, and often she crosses my mind. In the gloaming when I glean a breath of solitude, I pensively gaze into the sky, and I wonder if she thinks of me. Azure hue intermingled with a soft glow across the distance, and nights in Naples Italy with my beloved, will never be effaced from my thoughts. Because I will always remember this Love Story in Italy.

(Screen) Name: Kamusta