I was a runaway and 14 yrs old when I ran into Sam, literaly. His big brown eyes were out of a romance noval book cover and so was the rest of him. I had just came into possession of a 72′ Nova and had traveled 50 miles up North of Denver to get away from a potenial boyfriend and I had my eyes set for a motel so I could get some sleep.

The next morning I woke to go find food and coffee and figure out my future. Thats when I drove my car into his friends car, a minor bump. Sam got out of the car and asked if I was ok. I noticed that I was’nt wearing a bra and that my young breast were nipple hard in the cool morning breeze. I followed Sam’s eye’s which were looking directly at my breast and smiled. I was still a virgin and felt a blush creep up my cheeks, I could’nt believe that I was here in this moment with such an incrediable looking guy.

After the formalities, Sam asked if I was lost and if he could help in any way. I put on my tough girl mode and told him no. I was invited to his friends party that night , in which I agreed to come.

And come I did. I went back to the hotel I was at and found the sexiest dress I had.

On my way over there I was butterflying in my gut thinking that if fate was meant to be, it will.

When I arrived I was greeted by Sam who introduced me to everyone. Then he turned to me and without a word he gave me the deepest kiss. Sam then led me upstairs and again without a word he took me to his private quarters and undressed me and made the most passionate love to me any man could even imagine doing to a young women.

After 10 years it ended. With us being so young to begin with, maturity finaly took that step and we both moved on, but I think about him and I’m sure he thinks about me and in our new lives as grown adults we have been the better for it.

author: taja

I, Brandon Hunter, take you Katherine Taylor, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

A beautiful promise I gave to my wife and to God, but loving Katherine wasn’t my real intention.

The real reason why I married Katherine was all about business. When I learned that she is the only daughter of a family who owns a huge branch of auto shops, I know that I have to marry her to inherit that business. My life with Katherine was perfect, she’s crazy about me and I got the things I wanted. I am in love with my wife but my love for her was not enough to win against my selfish ambitions.

A year after, my wife gave birth to a baby girl; my father-in-law retired and handed the family business to me. Everything went according to plan. I was very proud of my self. The time when I finally got settled in my new position, I’ve become a very busy man. When I’m in work, I totally forget about my wife and daughter. I rarely have time for family, I didn’t even notice that my daughter was already walking and never noticed how tired my wife is in trying to hang on to me.

Our weak marriage was put to the test when Mia Richards came to my life; I met her during a convention in Vegas, she’s strikingly beautiful and we share the same interests.
Mia made me forget about Katherine’s existence, sometimes I would take a day off just to spend the whole day with her. Our love affair wasn’t hidden for too long, the people at the office started to talk until it finally reached to Katherine.

When she learned about it she was in rage. I’ve never seen Katherine so mad before, she slapped me so hard , took my car keys and scratched ugly lines allover my car but I did not dare stop her because I know that it was all my fault. She filed for divorce and we made an agreement that I could see our daughter on weekends.

The 5 years of marriage meant nothing to me, it was only a stepping stone but to Katherine it was a waste of everything.

My relationship with Mia was made public and most of the people, almost everyone hated me. Katherine was a good wife and she never forced me to do something, she doesn’t even demand anything from me but I cheated on her that was a great mistake. Her father was angry at me but we maintained our work relationship.
I didn’t contact Katherine after the divorce and I didn’t even bother seeing my daughter, I don’t want to cause anymore trouble and I’m not even emotionally attached to my daughter.

My parents would call telling me what a terrible father I am and suggested that I should be fair to Katherine in doing my part as a parent – I gave in and did what they told me to do, I thought that maybe parenting would change something or maybe nothing at all.

I talked to Katherine about it, she hesitated at first but I convinced her to give me a chance, I know she doesn’t trust me but Lauren is my daughter too. She gave me 3 days to spend time with our daughter. I thought that my daughter hated me but her approach was far different from what I had expected, she was very happy to see me and at that moment I was moved. “In case you didn’t know, you’re daughter is already four years old” Katherine gave me Lauren’s bag and a long “to do” list. She was right, I didn’t know anything about my daughter the only thing I know is her name. I realized how much I’ve missed in life, I really am a terrible father and I should try hard to make it up to Lauren.

Lauren has the face of an angel, she’s smart, polite and very well behaved compared to the other kids – I am very proud of her and thankful that she’s nothing like me. We bought new toys and lots of candies; I really made sure that she’s having fun. Lauren taught me how to pray and told me how important it is, I was very amazed how easy she can find happiness in little things. After praying, I read to her the story books we just bought until she fell asleep. Tears fell down my cheeks as I was watching her, “I’m very sorry” I said it silently. I blamed myself for ruining her chance of growing up in a complete family. My daughter taught me a lot of things that changed my life and brought me an indescribable joy that I believe, only a father can feel.

I would call everyday to check up on Lauren and we would share stories about how our day went – I’ve become pretty attached to my daughter. Mia and I quarreled about Lauren, it was very clear that she was jealous of my daughter – it was insane. We settled our first fight about it but the second fight was the last draw. She made me choose between me and my daughter, it didn’t take me more than 10 seconds to answer – I chose my daughter. No man in his right mind would give his daughter up for a lover. I didn’t feel hurt when Mia left, actually I felt free. I realized that love never existed between us – it was only infatuation.

I told Katherine about the break up and she laughed at me because I made it sound like a successful plan. Katherine finally warmed up to me and accepted my apology. She noticed how much I changed and my efforts in trying to make it up to them. I admit that I have cheated on her but she’s the only woman that I have ever loved. I took Katherine and Lauren to a vacation and we bonded like a complete and loving family. Lauren was very happy because she felt complete, it touched my heart and I realized that everything’s never too late; Katherine and I have divorced but that’s only in the papers. We made a vow of togetherness for the rest of our lives and as long as we are both alive, there’s no such thing as a divorce. I had a heart to heart talk with Katherine and I told her about the plans I have for us if she’ll give me another chance — and she did.

I married Katherine again and I said the wedding vows sincerely.

“Katherine, I thank you and especially God for giving me a second chance at happiness and for believing in me. I come today to give you my love, to give you my heart and my hope for our future together. I promise to bring you joy, to be at home with your spirit and to learn to love you more each day, through all the days of our lives.”

Even though I did a lot of things that complicated my life, I didn’t regret doing them because it changed me into a better person.

I can say that it was a lesson well learned.

(Screen) Name: Story teller 777

It all started whenever my family and I had moved to Lancaster Pennsylvania- the sixth school district of my short 13 years of life. I wasn’t expecting much- it was just another move. But I was so far from being right.. On the first day of school, I met this guy.. I couldn’t describe the way I felt whenever I’d first met him really and I wasn’t sure why I was acting so absurd. I felt foolish- childish even, over a boy I’d just met. And as the months passed, I had tried to focus on other things, but I honestly didn’t feel this way for any other guy I’d met. It somewhat embarrassed me. I remember him always turning to look at me during class and trying to make me laugh but I never really thought of it, and then he started walking me to the only class we had together and we started becoming extremely close. And then on February 7th, he handed one of my friends a note-a note for me, and this note would change my life forever.
We started dating that day, although I wasn’t allowed to date, so whenever I’d arrived home, I called my mother and explained to her what had happened. She was absolutely thrilled! Although, my dad didn’t react the same way as I’d pleased. He was going to watch out for me, and he ended up not liking this guy of mine. Not at all.
So one night, after 2-3 weeks of dating this guy, my dad talks to me about him and tells me these exact words- “You’re going to break up with him tomorrow. I really don’t care. I don’t like him and you should respect the fact that I feel that way towards him.” He said other things as well, but I’d rather not put them online. I was OUTRAGED. I wasn’t going to let my dad get into the way of my relationship I was having with this guy, so the next day I emailed my mom telling her how upset I was that I had broken up with him- even though I hadn’t. I’d lied about that
So because of this, my parents got into a huge argument.
I felt horrible, knowing that a lie I had given out had caused such a dent in my parents relationship. Because it didn’t end there.
Later in time, (we’ll call him David) and I had fallen in love. (although it may seem impossible because of our young age, it was true. It was definitely true). We’d thought of our future, where we’d live, our kids names, and just about everything imaginable. We trusted each other to keep the promise we held for one another, and that was to never let go. Ever. We wrote notes to each other during classes, texted each other 24/7, and talked on the phone until the other had fallen asleep on the line. It was perfect, and I was incredibly happy. But my dad disliked this completely.. And he had forced me to not see David’ outside of school, which gave me no choice but to sneak out of the house. I’d went to parties with him, I’d gone out eat with him, and we’d gone for a walk- and all but once we weren’t caught. But whenever I did get caught, (whenever I snuck outside and went for a walk with him) I had gotten everything taken away. And by this, I mean my cell phone privileges, home phone privileges, computer privileges, or any other device that would let me talk to David’. In other words- talking to or about David was illegal’ in the household. Although months passed, and nothing changed between David and I. We kept strong, and no matter what my dad would tell me, I stayed with my boyfriend.
Until the summer of 2007 rolled along.
I couldn’t see David at all during the whole summer break. I wasn’t allowed to talk to him either. I’d gotten my cell phone back, although my texting had been taken off of it, and my dad had written down David’s number( so whenever I’d call him- he would look it up online and know). I felt as if I were a bird a caged bird without a key. And whenever my father had done this to me I refused to talk to him or anyone else in my family really it didn’t seem fair. The only communication I secretly had with David was email, and my parents didn’t even know I had an email address. I wasted all of my summer at my brother’s baseball games and tournaments- because I wasn’t allowed to go out with friends (my dad was afraid that David would come over my friend’s house as well). Although ongoing through this horrible summer- we still stayed strong, and I ended up talking to my uncle Michael about the situation. He told me this: The fact that you two are away from each other like this is just making you stronger, and I do believe you two are in love- I can see it by the way you talk about him, and the stories you tell me about you two I find it inspiring- your story and I believe that if he really does love you the way I think he does he wont let this get in the way of you two. Don’t let your dad influence your life- you need to make your own decisions in life, and if your dad doesn’t like it then he’s going to have to accept the fact that he can’t control you.
I saw David once that summer- I snuck out to see him while my parents were away and we still loved each other and we were still strong- maybe even stronger. So my uncle had been correct about us and this overjoyed me.
My dad then realized what had happened, and that I was indeed in love- so he somewhat accepted it.. And he let me (whenever summer had ended) see him outside of school.
Until our parents got into a fight.
And David was forced to break up with me.
I couldn’t breathe.. I couldn’t think I couldn’t live.
Although, David had given me a promise ring- and just because we’d broken up now didn’t mean it was actually over.
We decided that we were going to test our love for two years.. And see if we were really meant to be like wed thought.
All of our freshmen year, we dated other people, and yet nothing felt the same. All of the relationships lasted for a month if even that- compared to our 7 months together. And whenever we were single, we’d go to my best friends house and spend time together there- and even at other parties like we had last year. And rumors spread throughout the school about our story, and for the people who knew about it, our story seemed like a fairy tale or an impossible movie to them. Although some things weren’t so perfect as others imagined.
I’d hurt him- my David by dating someone he absolutely hated and this horrified me. I couldn’t take the fact that I’d hurt his feelings this badly.. And I did something stupid (This won’t be listed online), and I pledged to him that I wouldn’t date ANYONE else until I could date him again.
But the exact opposite happened.
That summer I met this guy (we’ll call him Alex) and I fell for him- hard. He seemed unreal.. Impossible, like everything I’d always wanted wrapped up into this entirely perfect figure that only could stand in any girl’s dreams. I was so overwhelmed and joyous, and because of our separation over the summer between David and I, the impossible seemed to happen
I’d fallen in love with Alex as well.
So here I stand now.
Confused and so lost. David does indeed know that I’m in love with Alex but David had told me that he just wants me to be happy.
That just makes this so much more complicated.
If you have any feedback, please respond to this story I would greatly appreciate some advice- especially from those that are my age.
And yes- my story is being created into a series, I’ve started to write it already!

Author: Anne

Things in my life had been crazy for the past two years. I went through ordeals that no person should have to go through. In an attempt to hide all of my emotions (because I wasn’t allowed to have any) I got into the night scene, going out to bars with my girlfriends, getting drunk, experimenting with drugs, and of course meeting men. No one knew me, no one understood me, everyone knew me as a girl who was fun and a bit wild and they were drawn to me for that, but that was just the surface, no one knew the pain that was in my heart. My self destruction was getting out of hand, so I decided to go to Mexico to visit with my father. I had only started talking to him again about four years prior to that and our communication was shaky. He left when I was a young girl and no one knew where he was for years until he passed through New York when I was sixteen and got in touch with me.

I was going to be there for two weeks, it seemed like a good amount of time to get away, and little did I know that it would never be enough. My father had previously worked for a hotel that was on the beach so he made arrangements that I could use the beach and pool of that hotel. I spent my days there with an array of men trying to talk to me every day, I didn’t want to bother, and that’s not why I was there. My father introduced me to the young man who lived upstairs, the son of the man who owned the building. My father had asked him previously if he wouldn’t mind taking me out in the evenings and showing me around. We got along well and went out every night.

I did start to sense that he was developing feelings towards me that I didn’t reciprocate, I thought of him as a dear friend but nothing more. This was going to pose a problem for me.

One night we went to this bar, he told me that it was a very low key comfortable place where there were inexpensive drinks and good music- exactly what I needed. We walked in and sat down and I looked up and saw behind the bar a man so striking I had to look away immediately. It was as if I had a memory of something very significant, but it was nothing that I knew. I always make fun of people who use the term déjà vu*, but that is exactly what it was. I knew him, I know I did and he meant something extraordinary to me, but I had never met him before.

I had always believed in love at first sight. I am a big fan of Shakespeare and Romeo and Juliet is my favorite of his writings. In the next few pages you will read how similar this story is to that one.

I wanted to look at him some more, but I didn’t want him to see me doing it and it always seemed like when I raised my eyes in his direction he was always looking in mine or when I did catch a glimpse when he was not looking he seemed to sense it and look my way. His features were so handsome, smooth skin, full lips and almond eyes. I knew he certainly attracted women, how could he not being so handsome, so this would not be easy for me. He also seemed indifferent towards me which led me to think he had no interest. Shortly afterwards the waiter came over with a cocktail on the house. I looked up at him and he didn’t seem to be paying attention so, I thought perhaps he had not been the one who sent it.

I didn’t know what to do with myself, this wasn’t like when I went out with my friends and I would see a guy I was interested in and smile, flash my eyes at him, raise my eyebrow as a signal. This was love and love is not won that way. Suddenly he came out from behind the bar and sat right behind me. This totally freaked me out. In order to see him I would have to turn completely around which would be totally obvious. Plus I had the strangest feeling that he was watching me and I felt like I was on the spot. Maybe he would talk to me I thought, but he didn’t. I left the bar without him saying a word to him or him to me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I couldn’t help but feel that there was something there on his end to, in spite of his nonchalant manner. I wanted to go back again but could not tell my friend why. As I said I knew he had feelings for me and I put him off by saying that I am leaving soon so I don’t want to start anything (I just didn’t want to hurt his feelings), so how could I tell him why it was so important? I don’t’ remember well what exactly I did the next two days and it is not important anyhow. What is important is that two days later (more or less) my friend and I were walking around the Malecon and through the people I saw the man from the bar. He was with another guy which I would later find out is his brother. He was looking directly at me. My heart jumped, but what could I do? It is not as if we had been introduced and not as if he had spoken to me, plus I already have already explained to you the situation of my friend whose name by the way is Oracio.

We went to the bar again and to my dismay someone else was working behind the bar. I looked around and didn’t see him anywhere. I went home with a sad heart, wondering if I would ever see him again or if the moment had passed.

My time in Vallarta was running out, I few days left. We went back to the bar, my heart racing as I walked in but once again, he was not behind the bar and my heart fell to the floor. We sat down and started drinking, I looked at the door and my heart rejoiced, there he was, watching me. I wondered how long he had been there and I did not know? I contemplated what I should do, time was running out and I had to know if I was going crazy or if what I felt was real. I went to the bathroom as it is in the front of the establishment to catch a glimpse of him outside. Somehow the guys convinced me to sing, so I chose a song by my favorite band. I sang Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. I was terrified especially knowing that he was there but somehow things were different here than at home, I had more strength and more courage.

I don’t remember exactly where Oracio and his other friend went and why I was sitting alone, but there I was and here was my opportunity. I thought it through and then got up and went outside to smoke a cigarette. He was sitting on the railing I smiled at him and said I just had to come out and get some fresh air as I was getting a little too drunk inside (it was the truth). He asked me to sit down and so I did, excited and nervous. He asked me if Oracio was my boyfriend and I told him no that while it may appear that way it wasn’t so, he was just a friend. I talked and talked telling him why I am in Mexico and so forth, and he was watching me intently but I wasn’t sure if he knew what I was saying. He then stopped me to comment on my eyes. And as many times as I have looked into the mirror at my green eyes and recognized them as beautiful, when he said it I blushed. A compliment had never mattered to me so much as when it came from him. He asked my name and I gave it, and he gave me his Ruben a song to my ears.

Oracio came out and tried to get me to go back inside, I said that I wanted to stay outside for a while. And I saw them eye one another up, and I felt I was caught in a vice. A while later Oracio came out again, we were leaving. So I said my goodbyes and then when no one was looking I gestured to Ruben that I would be back in 10-15 minutes. I went home, used the bathroom, freshened up and left again hopped in a cab and went back to the bar. There was a touch of fear that he may have left, but he was there waiting. I came out of the cab, he took my hand and we began walking.

We spoke to each other in broken English and Spanish and were able to converse very well that way. Somehow we didn’t need words anyhow; we knew what the other was feeling. He stopped and took a step down from the curb so that we were eye to eye (I am very short) and he kissed me, very soft and every so tenderly. This was not the kiss of a man who wanted to have me once; this was a kiss of a man who wanted to take me into himself for always.

We walked and walked and ended up on the beach. We looked at the stars and ocean. He asked me if I was in school, I told him I was and my interest was psychology. He in turn told me that his interest was in philosophy, a subject I greatly enjoyed as well as it was tied in with psychology. I should have recognized then that he was more about the soul and I was more about the mind and maybe that is why this story ends the way it does, but there is time yet for us to get to that. He sat on a ledge and I sat on his lap I started thinking, why now, why when I have such a short time left here, what will come next? He kissed me again sliding his hand up my shirt and into my bra. My body responded immediately to his touch and I know he sensed it. He pulled away and pulled my shirt back down. I wondered if I should have used more restraint? Should I not have responded that way? Was he testing my character? I got up and sat next to him and he kissed me again. He knelt down in front of and I knew this was something different, I knew it was important. We made love right there and I felt as if we were joined not just in bodies but in our souls as well.

After some time of walking, talking and occasional stops to make love again, I realized how late (or should I say early) it was and sadly I had to leave him as I didn’t want my father to get angry and I knew we both needed some sleep so we agreed to meet the next day. He brought me to my door and kissed me goodnight (or good morning). I went inside and felt something in my jacket pocket, a rock from the beach that he had put there, I smiled and kissed that rock and put it back inside my pocket and then went to sleep.

We had agreed to meet at the bar the next night and so I went and sat outside for a few minutes not realizing that he had meant the bar in the hotel right next door…. He came and got me and I could tell he had already been drinking for quite some time. I sat down and drank with him and then something bothered me tremendously. He was writing notes with someone, I think a girl that worked there. When I asked him he told me not to be concerned and that it wasn’t important so I dropped it, but I couldn’t help but think that every now and then he was looking past me at someone else. After a few drinks we left and went walking and talking as we had the night before. Then to my great surprise he fell to his knees in front of me and began to cry. He said he needed only my love, he begged me not to leave him. I held myself together but on the inside I was crying too. I felt the exact same way. The night before I knew he felt strongly, but didn’t know it was like this and while it broke my heart to see him cry, I rejoiced in knowing that he loved me.

He returned to my house with me that night and we snuck into my room without waking anyone and managed to make love again (we were like rabbits and had already done this several times all over Vallarta). We cuddled up and went to sleep for a while but eventually I had to wake and he had to leave before anyone else woke up. He said he would come back the next morning and so I waited anxiously for him.

The next morning I while waiting I wrote to him telling him how I felt. I was so anxious if he would come or not as I had no means of contacting him. He arrived in the afternoon and we sat outside my house on the stairs and he read my letter. The expression on his face let me know that he was pleased with what I wrote and happy to know that I loved him. We sat on the stairs joking around and my little sisters were teasing us. We decided to leave so I got my bag and off we went. We walked and walked, all over. I felt as if I could walk anywhere talking with him for the rest of my life.

As it got later I asked him to come back with me to see my father. I could not be disrespectful and not be there when he came home from work so he agreed to come with me. I was freshening up and he was talking in the living room with my stepmother for a bit. When I came out of my room she told me he was waiting outside. He told me that he didn’t feel comfortable in the house which troubled me a bit as I am a family oriented person and enjoy being with my family a great deal.

My father came home and I introduced them, I could see on his face that he didn’t approve and he said that I had to stay home that night. I stepped away with him and asked why and he said that he didn’t trust Ruben. What I found amusing about this is that certain things about each of them reminded me of the other, especially my mother’s accounts of when she first met my father. I reminded him that I am an adult and that I am not accustomed to anyone telling me what to do and that if I cared for someone that he would just have to deal with it. So he gave in, shook Ruben’s hand and then broke the news to me that I could not extend my stay as my plane ticket was not transferable. My heart broke as I wanted to stay there forever.

We went walking for a while, I thought it was cute the way he knew exactly the things that I found amusing and he knew just how to make me laugh. He also made me nervous as he told me more that once that he felt very possessive of me. Possessiveness is not something that I deal with very well as I am very free spirited and I wondered how long we would make it if he stayed that way. At one point we were sitting on the curb and I broke down as he had the night before. I poured my whole heart out to him and I don’t know if he understood most of what I was saying, but I know he understood the feelings that were behind it. He held me close and let me cry, he let me unload it all. When I was finished he dried my tears and told me that he loved me and that he would always be with me.

We met up with his brother and the three of us walked to the Malecon and got pizza. His brother had a better handle on English, but was also pretty drunk. He did give me some insight as to their situation and he brought up questions to me such as, how will it work when you go back to New York? I understood that he was concerned for his brother’s feelings and rightfully so. The evening grew late so they took me home. I wanted Ruben to stay with me again but he had make sure that his brother went home safely and I understood. The next night would be our last, he was working at the bar again as he was hired back. I agreed to come and meet him there and let him know it would be late in the evening as I had to spend some time with my father.

The next day was spent with my family; we went out for dinner early and stayed at the restaurant for a long time. My father tried to convince me not to go out that night but I told him that I had to but I would stay home for a while later than usual. I then left anxiously and went to meet my love at the bar.

I was having drinks watching the band play while he worked. There was a woman there that night, very drunk and behaving erratically. She was American but I could tell not 100%. She was there with a man who seemed to be possessive of her (there goes that magic word again). The argued and he left her there with no money and no transportation. I took her to the bathroom to try to help her sober up a bit. I looked at her face and could see that she had once been beautiful but years of hardship and probably too much partying wore her down. She started to cry, telling me her whole life too me. She too had an American mother and Mexican father who abandoned them when she was young. She now comes to visit him every so often just was I was visiting. I became frightened of her because I felt as if I was looking into a 10 year mirror. I knew the life that I was returning to the next day and I knew if I didn’t slow down I would be standing right in this woman’s shoes in ten years (she was only 10 years older than I but she looked about 20 years older).

I came out of the bathroom and went right behind the bar to sit with him, I was there to be with him not her and I thought it best to stay close to him. It was really better off because the woman began dancing around and lifting up her dress in a most disgraceful way.

At the end of the night we left together. I asked him if he would come to the airport the next day but he said no as he does not do goodbyes well. I did manage to get him to let me take a picture of him but he wouldn’t look straight into the camera and he rolled his eyes. We made love all night even in spite of my period. He held me again and we slept for a while but then we had to sneak out again before anyone woke up. I walked him to the gate and we kissed goodbye. He walked away not looking back to see that I fell to the ground holding my stomach and cried so hard that no sound even came out and I couldn’t breathe. I beat my fists on the pavement; it was all I could do to keep myself from running after him.

I came back to New York with a heavy heart. He was all that I could speak of. Some of my friends were fascinated others told me I was crazy and refused to even hear about it. And one of my friends, Chris, seemed very sad. He and I had been friends a long time and there was always something there but neither of us ever acted on it and it always seemed that when one was singe the other was in a relationship. At this point he was totally in the friend zone so I thought it odd when he seemed almost disappointed.

Two weeks went by and I sent letters every day, sometimes even more than one a day but I still hadn’t received anything. I know it takes forever for mail to travel internationally so I tried to be patient. Sure enough in the third week I received letters, all asking why I hadn’t written. As the weeks went by he still wasn’t getting my letters and then some of the letters that I wrote came back to me. So I sent them back. He had given me his father’s address in Guadalajara even though he was in Puerto Vallarta so that would explain why he wasn’t receiving my letters. Eventually we got it straightened out and our letters went back and forth in a two week time warp. I sent him a package for his birthday with letters and pictures and some other things, I wanted him to know how much I still loved him. There was a song that I would hear all the time and word for word I thought of him, even the tune expressed all of the love in my heart. I sent it to him and I wonder if he understood it… Pride can stand a thousand trials The strong will never fall But watching stars without you My soul cries

Heaving heart is full of pain

Oooh, oooh, the aching

‘Cause I’m kissing you, oooh

I’m kissing you, oooh

Touch me deep, pure and true

Give to me forever

‘Cause I’m kissing you, oooh

I’m kissing you, oooh

Where are you now

Where are you now

‘Cause I’m kissing you

I’m kissing you, oooh

Artist Des’ree

Little by little I was hanging out with my friend Chris more and more. He always seemed to be in the same bars as I was so he would give me lift home. Sometimes he would be driving past my block when I was on my way to work. It seemed normal enough to me since he lived a block away from me, maybe I was just to naive to see what was happening. He was putting himself there on purpose.

As time went by Chris began confessing his true feelings about me. I told him that I loved someone else. He told me that I was crazy and he loved me and he was right here, not in another country. I told him that it didn’t matter. But I was already becoming afraid of the intensity of my love for Ruben, my mind was becoming doubtful in spite of what my heart said. I started to fear the whole situation. And as time went on I began to substitute one man for another and trying to rationalize it to myself (even though it I knew how wrong it was to let one man have your body when another has your heart, especially when both love you). More and more I began to turn towards Chris just because he was there and I was afraid. On nights I got drunk and told him that no matter what he would never have my heart because Ruben was my heart. I don’t know why either continued to pursue me to be honest with you because I was terrible to both of them (but believe me in the end Chris paid me back for both of them).

So I went with Chris who was consistently unfaithful to me, as well as psychologically abusive. Knowing me for as many years as he had he knew which buttons to push and what words to use to hurt and manipulate me and he did it all the time. In the end I left him angry with myself for choosing him in the first place; but at that time it didn’t seem as if I even had a choice.

author: Laura Carlucci

I just knew him last September 2008…at first I really don’t like him that much he looks very snub…the only thing I liked from him when we first met was his height…a common friend introduced us…The second time around we bumped with each other was during a gathering with friends “our common friend’s birthday” but we didn’t talk, we didn’t even say hi to each other…then two or almost three weeks after he was asking for my number from our common friend…our common friend knew him too well that she’s afraid of playing cupid for us…It was in early November 2008 during my intensive review for the upcoming board exam I saw him again…it was different now…When he saw me…he will try to communicate even excusing himself that our common friend said hi…just to talk to me…
there was a time that I was the one who talked first and asked him to remind our common friend regarding the visiting day in our intensive review house…and since then I asked a lot of favor from him to be the communicator to our common friend.
he was willing to do so, so I grabbed the opportunity…at that time he still has a girlfriend that I didn’t know…he started showing interests in me but he never open about his girlfriend…a few days after he broke up with his girlfriend (now his ex)….
I did some research from our common friend…what he is like in their working place and as a friend…I did dig a lot which in fact I wasn’t satisfied to what I’ve learned.
We became friends with the guy, then textmates (we did exchange messages for a month)which through it I learned new from him…he did ask questions about me which I truthfully answer most of it…
first date was horrible, second date was quite fun and third date was sweet n unforgettable…after the third date he’s my boytoy…(forgive me for the term used…but I love calling him my boytoy when he’s not around)…since then everything change…I have him as my boyfriend which marked December 29 of 2008…then came our first monthsary…it was sweet…we exchange love quotes, promises, how much do you love me questions, and describe your feelings, etc..etc…
then our second month…”I love you’s” was there…then our third month…”I forgot” was the line used…then our fourth month…”sorry i missed it” and then I am heartbbroken…lots of questions were in my mind…I got paranoid, is there another girl involved, or am I just a play time for him…just for the record that he had me as his girl to show off with his friends…those were the ever paranoia questions i had in my mind…since then I never ask, I just patiently waiting for the right time to come…end of April I asked him out…we need to talk…some important matters that we should settle…issues that I never once voice out in our entire relationship…we did meet…but the only thing that stops me from asking and settling the issues…I melted and it’s like I have fallen in love again after a long kiss…stupid me…I should’ve ask it…right now I am still waiting for him…patiently but frustrated and I am almost tired…I read a quote while surfing the net last night and it hit me hard…it says “don’t make someone miss you too much…try to keep in touch…coz missing oftentimes eventually leads to forgetting…” it did hit me hard…it’s almost five days I never heard from him…would you believe that I really fall in love with him after almost three years of being a stone-hearted person in my generation? and it seems falling in love with him is not the right time for me…I am really afraid of losing myself of loving him more and more that it hurts…

(Screen) Name: juz_me

I was young back then and I never knew love until I found him. He first asked me to be his best friend and I was cool with that. He used to call me everyday and we chat together every night. I love writing poems and I realized that he does too. Back then, I know nothing. What I knew back then was that I fell in love with my best friend but unfortunately, he was in love with my friend. I sent an email to that girl and told her about how I felt. I was shocked that my love knew her password so he read everything. From that day, he was sorry and so was I. I forgave him and everything was not the way it was before. We never communicate since then and until now. I’ve always thought that he forgot about me but it ain’t the same for me. He will remain always in my heart and the only thing i could do is let him be happy with my friend. I did everything to forget but then i realized, love never fades. Love never forget, it has always been part of our life. Now, the worst thing that happened is after i let go of my love to be with my friend, he never did go out with my friend after all. He fell in love with ANOTHER woman. how stupid was I? and how dumb was he?. Now i continue my daily adventure looking for the right guy. And there goes the flow of the story.

(Screen) Name: mystery_riot

I was married for 14 years and finally realised the marriage was loveless. We seperated and I started going out again, I was 33. One drunken evening whilst dancing in a club a man grabbed my bottom. I got chatting with him and discovered he was 8 years my junior! I arranged to meet him the following week after exchanging many texts. The problem was that i couldnt remember what he looked like, i walked passed him 4-5 times and then phoned him and asked where he was. He told me he was infront of the hot nuts machine! I met him and thought that he is not my type at all.
But we chatted and continued to meet as friends regularly. However much to my suprise he had already got a girlfriend although they were going through lots of problems. After a period of flirting and chatting he was really getting under my skin.
He left her and then made a move on me, we lasted for approximately 6 weeks and then he decided to go back to her (after persuasion from his family). Over the next few years we would meet for one night and share a loving kiss (however often wanting more but resisting). After that it would be months before we met again. This continued over a period of 6 years.
During this time he was still with his girlfriend (now fiance) and I also had a fiance. But we continued to meet. He was due to get married in February and I was due in August. I was shocked and hurt when i found out he was getting married. I spoke to him and he said that it was expected of him and that he would just have to live with it. I told him that I could not see him again once he was married and he agreed. As a result of him saying he had to ‘live with his decision’, it actually made me stop and think about my own relationship. I was telling Chris he was a fool for marrying her and yet I was being hypocritical. I broke off my engagement.
Chris and I continued to chat and he asked me to help him break off the wedding. I agreed and said I would talk to his mum. He comes from a large irish family and family are very important to him. However about a month before the wedding he told me not to talk to his mum and I respected his decision. I went to the church that day and saw him on his wedding day. That day I decided to move on from Chris.
I saw him about 4 weeks later and got really upset, I was shocked at my feelings, I didnt think I would feel like that and found it hard talking to him. That night we ended up kissing once more. I spoke to a friend about him and said I didnt know how I felt and what I wanted from him. We continued to meet on occasions and then started taking the dogs out together. He told me how his relationship was and I listened. We both wanted each other but resisted once again.
We met one night when his wife was away and we spent the night together, this was the first time in 6 years. It was at this time he realised that it was now or never. He promptly left his wife and started seeing me shortly after.
That was 6 months ago………… I woke up this morning with a big pair of eyes staring at me saying morning princess and telling me how much he loves me and what a wonderful feeling that was. We both agree that if we had stayed together originally that the relationship probably wouldn’t have worked as our relationship would of been built on lust. Instead after 6.5 years we have built a solid foundation of friendship and love. We have a fantastic relationship full of love and laughter. We both now agree that there was always something there but we weren’t sure what it was. We now both know. They say the best things come to those who wait………….It did for us.
I Love You Chris x

(Screen) Name: Jojo

It all started out around football season in 7th grade. I was on the flag football team but I didn’t get to play because I broke my thumb. I just went to the practices to watch. Well one of my friends, Tiffany, came by and this tall kid with black spiky hair was with her. She introduced me to him and he had the cutest smile too. He had the most perfect tan skin tone, beautiful dark brown eyes, semi-deep voice, and you could tell he was PURE Puerto Rican! Oh there I go daydreaming about him again.. Anyways, he smiled directly at me and we locked eyes for a few seconds. He stood next to me, put his right arm around my shoulders, looked down at me and said “Hey I’m Chris. You wanna dance? C’mon let’s dance.” Then he did something that looked like a short two-step dance, i gave him a weird look, he laughed and walked away. I immediately fell in love at that second. I began wondering what my life would be like if we went out. He stopped coming to our practices but he found me online and we started talking as “friends”. A month went by and he began flirting with me online. Another month went by and that’s when he asked me out. I said “Yes” but I didn’t make it seem like I was desperate or anything. Friday, he came to my school the next as soon as the bell rang to go home. I was very nervous because It was only our 2nd day of going out. I gave him a hug, then told him that I had rehearsal. (I was in a play at the time) we said good-bye and walked separate ways. He invited me to the movies over the weekend with a bunch of friends. I told my step mom that I was going out with Chris and asked permission to go to the movies. She told me that she was going to talk with my dad which scared the hell out out of me. My real mom pulled up into the driveway to pick me up. It was my weekend with my mom. On Saturday night I asked my mom if I could go to the movies on Sunday with Chris. She told me that it was up to my father. (She always says that!!!) My dad said “No”, of course.. A few days later my dad and I had “The Talk” and he said that we could consider ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend. Two days later he found out that I had a D in science and he flipped out and told me that I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend. It was too late because we were already going out and I’m not going to break up with him just for THAT!
I ignored my dad and continued to date him. After a month and a half of dating, I was walking around school with a few of my friends. Then one of Chris’s friends saw me and told me that Chris was at the walker’s gate and he wanted to see me. ALL of my friends were like “Oh My God! Come on let’s go! Fix your hair! Hurry up!” They rushed me over to the gate and it was pretty crowded. I saw him on the other side of the gate and wondered how I would get to him. A teacher opened the gate and a whole bunch of kids came pouring out. One of my friends pushed me through all of them until Chris was right in front of me. We hugged and he introduced me to his older brother. Behind Chris I saw Tiffany and my other friend Emily with a camera ready to take a picture. I signaled for them to leave and they went behind the gate to where I can’t see them. I looked at Chris again and he was telling his friends to go away to and that he’ll catch up with them later. We locked eyes and I guess he panicked because he was like “Okay well bye!!”. I said bye and I went to give him another hug. I had my arms wrapped around his waist and he had his arms around my shoulders. He hugged me back and while hugging me, he gave me my first kiss. Of course I kissed him back, I didn’t stay frozen. His lips were so soft. I was surprised because my heart wasn’t beating fast and I wasn’t nervous. I felt completely comfortable and safe in his arms. We finally let go and left. I saw Tiffany and Emily jump out from behind the gate and they were laughing. I don’t know what they were laughing about but I didn’t really care. Chris was the only thing on my mind. He’s my First True Love and forever I will keep that kiss. I love you Chris!!

(Screen) Name: DoRkYKiiD4LyFe

Well it started out our freshman year of high school. We were two lost people just looking for some fun but it turned into something that couldnt be undone. He would txt and call me all the tim write me cute little love letters. Always asked if i wanted to be his girlfriend but… of course i just had to say no. It went on like this the whole year well we said our goodbyes and went on. The following year we came back and ga did he look so fine i knew i would have done anything to make him mine.lol. We would pass each other in the hall giving each other “the look”. Finally he got the courage to ask me for my number i gave it to him…from there he told me exactly how he felt inside he just opened his heart to me. We talked for weeks i was really getting interested in him. The things he was saying to me were things you would never imagine. He made me feel like there was noone else in this world that could ever treat me better. Sooooo i said yes. We started hangin out alot at school and stuff but then we decided we wanted to try to get serious so we started hangin out outside of school. We really started to fall in love. Well til this day were still in love but anyways bout a year after that he ask for my hand in marriage the hardest decision EVER. I said yes with tears streaming down my cheeks. I finally found the one i can spend forever with thats the only thing that went through my mind. But to this day were still together and our love is stronger than ever. So dont pass anyone up tht Might or MAYBe might look like the one cause you’ll miss out…I ALMOST DID!!!

(Screen) Name: kaylagurrl

It was around 40 years ago when I first laid eyes on my first love. He was tall with sandy blonde hair and a friendly smile. Mel was sitting on a bench at the baseball field down the street from where our house was. He caught my eye from the beginning. A guy down the street from me introduced us, and I was smitten from the first minute. Little by little we got to know each other. I fell in love with him right from the start. Not knowing how he really felt about me, I would do stupid things to test him. He would call and I would blow him off or talk stupidly. All the while i was dying inside with desire. He would come over to the house, and I would make him wait for me to come out, all along acting like I wasn’t interested in him. But contrary to how I acted, I was so in love with this guy I could cry. So we finally hooked up. Not in the way kids do now, but I mean, we got together. The first time he kissed me, I knew he was the love of my life. But was thinking, how could I find him at such a young age. I was always second guessing myself and letting others influence me. Anyways, we sort of dated for three years, each summer. We went to different schools, and were in all kinds of activities, the both of us. So during the school year, we were so busy, we never got much time to be together or call. But every summer, we were stuck together like glue. I wish now I would have told him how i really felt about him. but I was scared to. He actually wanted us to run off to Kentucky to get married at 16. And instead of saying what I really wanted to, the only thing I could say was,”my dad would kill me if I did that”. My father too was in part the one who made me have second thoughts about Mel. He would say, you want to be barefoot and pregnant your whole life with this guy? He came from a strict Catholic family and it was quite large. So he had me thinking it wasn’t a good idea to get with him. Well I wish I could have stood up to my dad, but I couldn’t. I was so in love with Mel that my heart would break when I wasn’t around him. His kiss, his touch, I still remember everything we ever did. The one thing i regret is that we never made love to each other. I was too scared. So after a few years of what he would see as regection, he moved on. He sat outside my home one day with his new girlfriend and I was devistated. That was his way of saying it was over. I was crushed and mad at myself for letting others get in the way of how I felt about him. So we both moved on with our lives and one day, my sister was in the dentist office. Apparently his wife was the hygentist there. Well, she was asking my sister if she knew me and all kinds of questions. Then she said to my sister, you know Mel can’t stop talking about her. My sister never told me this until years later. That was around the same time she told me that she had run into Mel at a store. He was asking about me and said, you know, me and Brenda really had something. Well, I had married the man I dated right after Mel. Looking for that same romance and never found it. I thought of Mel for the whole time i was married to him. Found another man and made a life with him. We have been married over 30 years. And even though I love my husband. there is still that missing feeling I had with Mel. I dream of the day we meet up again and just talk about what went wrong and I would love to tell him how I felt back then. If I could go back and do things over again. I would tell him how I felt and would definately make love to the man I have desired all these years. I have no idea how he feels about me, so I never try and contact him, for fear of embarrassment and rejection. But I still want to someday let him know. He was the love of my life!!! And I will never forget him as long as I live.

(Screen) Name: brenda