Love Stories

1. I Wish I did

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.




2. 15 months of betrayal

20 April, 2009

I live in this country, and he was just studying here. We were close family friends, that's how we met.. at the time i was going through a bad relationship with my ex. and he was going through a rough patch with his then girlfriend as well.



we would always talk to each other, and seek each others advice, and soon in time we started falling for each other.. and then came our first date..



he made me smile the biggest smile, and he was so very nice to me. always knew how to make me happy.. and soon he graduated, and it was time for him to return home to his own country. so of course, you can guess the pain i went through.. but our love was saved, cause my parents were kind enough to let me go and be with him.. they paid for my air ticket, and i was away from them for 6 months.. and in that 6 months, i went through so much hell with my boyfriend's mother and my very own relatives..



the first aunt i went to stay with was a nightmare.. she never let me out the house, never let me see my boyfriend.. she thinks its a bad idea for a girl to see her loved one everyday.. kept me locked up in the house and blamed every wrong thing on me even though it wasn't my fault.. i cried myself to sleep for 3 months, feeling depressed and missing my family very much.. but i thought to myself "its ok, im here with my boyfriend and im doing this for him"..

that's what kept me strong.



but after 3 months of nightmarish reality, i decided that it was enough. so i went to live with my second aunt.. first two weeks was good, i had abit of freedom, got to go out though i had a curfue, but i didnt mind it because it was way past the time i would normally reach home.. i was allowed to use the home phone, the laptop, was allowed to watch what ever show i want.. it was heaven.. but soon in time, things died down and everything turned sour. till this day, i still dont know what i did wrong..



her husband stopped talking to me for a reason i dont know why, my cousin treated me with so much disrespect, calling me ugly names, her brother ignored me like as if i didnt exist.. and soon i wasnt allowed to eat anymore..

my aunt said "theres only enough food for my family".. so i went out for dinner instead.. the worst though was when she handed me a towel that she had already used to wipe the dirt off the floors and walls and let me use it to wipe my face.. i didnt know what she did till after i used it when she told me..



through out this whole 6 months of hell, not once my boyfriend stood by my side and comforted me.. his mother hates me, and all because i failed to make good conversation with her.. but hey i cant help it if im shy, and i know for a fact that i tried my very best.. she just wasnt pleased with my shyness. i tried to make her happy, i bought her a birthday gift worth 200$, i came over and she pushed me away, ignoring me not wanting to speak with me..



all my boyfriend could say was "you're not trying hard enough" and he got

angry at me for crying and feeling hurt.. i travelled 2 hours everyday by bus just to see him after work, spent an hour with him and then 2 hours back home, i waited 2 hours for him after work once, the longest i waited was 5 hours, i went all out for his birthday, took him to dinner at a 5star hotel, spent 200$ on dinner and 300$ presents. bought him nike shoes, watch and gave him a box full of memories. he said its the best birthday he's ever had..



soon 6 months came to an end and it was time for me to go home.. was away for 1 month when he decided to break up with me. his excuse was "my mum doesnt want us to be together".. i tried my best to change his mind, i called is parents and begged for their forgiveness but they just said no..



and then i found out, 2 weeks after breaking up with me, he got engaged..

i went through hell for 6 months for him, i suffered all the nightmares for him.. and in return all i get is a broken heart..



3. A crush

My first thought in my mind was whoa he's the sweetes most down to earth guy on the planet.



my best friend Charlotte had a sleep-over. I went to hang out since i hadn't seen her all week. Both our families were so close. Charlotte had a brother named Dustin. She talked about him but i never met Dustin.



I was dared to go upstairs and I began to walk up the steps in to the dark. Then i smashed in to someone. I began to scream. Then two strong arms lifted me up on my feet. The lights switched on and then i saw a boy. Cute emerald eyes and dirty blond hair.He was smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back. Then he walked away into his room. Through the whole entire night all i could think about was him, Dustin.



After a while I was in high school tenth grade and already a varsity cheerleader. Lucky for me Dustin was on the varsity foot ball team but he was a senior in highschool and with the slutiest cheerleader in school Destiny I was pretty and platinum blond with sea-blue eyes. but me and her were two different people.



One day i decided to drive over to see Charlotte. We were in the same group for our project and we were going to work at her house today since yesterday we worked at my house.



It was quiet in her house until she ran to hug me.



"Ooops! We have to be quiet Dustin is in a horribble mood he dumped that slut Destiny she cheated on him and he really hasn't smiled all week. Vanessa Mathers that other soccer chick came over to hook-up but he did'nt wanna see her, so Im gonna stab that firkin' hor!" Charlotte said.



"Is he okay?" I asked her.



"NO" she replied.



we went up to her room and began to work on our project. Until she had to leave and get more ink for her printer. I was alone in her room till i tried to carry our heavy structure we built. Then those same strong hands lifted it.



"Thank you! God that was heavy." I said exhausted.



"Yeah? well need help with the hot glue gun? Or anything?"

he asked



"Yes. How do you work it?" I asked.



"I'll glue you hold okay or just type your report." he said.



I nodded and began to type and tell him where to glue the things. We were talking and laughing at the same time.I felt on top of the world with him. Like we were meant. He kept complimenting me and my atttitude. Charlotte came when we were practically done and needed printng.



"Oh my gosh! That's great! we are nearly done Dustin hook-up the ink stuff please." She said. He felt a little upset she came i could see it in his eyes. When he hooked it up we were done and i was ready to go home. I wish we could talk more.



Charlotte came over the next day."How ya been?"she said.



"Not much." I replied.



"Yes. Much way too much with my brother Dustin. He really likes you even before at our 6th grade slumber party the next day all he talked about was how you two rammed into eachother, Do you like him?" sh asked.



"I do like him but your my best frend." i said.



"But what my brother asks why you don't come over half of the time talk to him call him say something!" sh urged.



i picked up my iphone and began to dial him. he picked up.



"Hey Kaylie?" he said.



"Yeah, It's me so can we talk?" i said.



"Did i do something?" he asked.



"No i wos just really think about you all the time." I said



"So do i but i thought you had better things in life, so i didnt tell you." He said.



"Better things than you?" not really you are the best thing that has happened to me" I said.



"Well will you be my girlfriend or should i tell you in person." he said.



"Good enough for me. Bye i love you." i said.



"me too" he said



from then on we see each other.


4. A funeral gone wrong…

What do you do, when you're standing at work. The phone rings. Hello. Kevin died. What? How? When? So many questions. So few answers. I only know what the papers say. He got killed in a tree trimming accident. A branch fell, and hit him. He died in the hospital. Why didn't anyone call? Why didn't I get to say "Goodbye?" Why, Mom? Why, Kevin? I gathered myself that day. Thoughts never leaving my mind, just circling around, trying to figure out the answers to the things I didn't know. Pick up the phone. Becky? Kevin died. Crying hysterically. I know. I didn't think you'd care. What? How could you know and not tell me that my best friend just died? How could you do this? You knew! You didn't tell me. I hate you. I never want to talk to you again. Slamming the phone down, I felt like I had no one. How could this happen? Three days earlier he had been standing there at the pizza shop, talking to me. Telling me he loved me. Begging me for one more chance. I laughed it off. We had a great relationship, while it lasted. He had a lot of family problems that got in our way. He lived in a group home. Abandoned by 2 parents. Separated from the brother and sister they decided to keep. They missed out. They gave up the best thing to ever happen to them.


Two days later, it was time for the funeral. Dressed in black, my Mom on one arm, and a friend on the other for support- we gathered our thoughts and headed into the funeral home. Mom! Why? Kevin lay there in the very clothes that he died in. The dirty, ripped, blood-stained clothes that he had worn to cut down trees. That's what they chose to bury him in. That's all the more they cared for their son. As they stand in front; Mother in sweat pants, a tee-shirt and tennis shoes. The father not much better. Kevin had a purple "do-rag" on his head. Probably to cover his wounds from falling out of the tree. His arms were covered in dirt. The same dirt that he fell into. You could see the clean spot on his arm, where the doctor had placed the I.V. After a very sad funeral he was to buried as his wishes. But, wait. That was too expensive. So, let's cremate him. The one thing he hated with all his passion. He believed that burning the body after death was the cruelest thing you could do to a person. So, it's no wonder that's what they chose to do. They never cared about him. And had I known earlier. I wouldn't have let them do that to him.



For 3 years I have hated his family for doing this to him. And in my heart, I believe that he was killed for his money. He had been saving. He wanted to get his own apartment to show me he could be responsible. He was in the process of finding his very first own home. He always considered my house his real home. And my parents were his parents. He wrote to me in a notebook every night before he went to bed. And when I saw him 3 days prior to his death, he was finishing it up to mail to me. His diary of thoughts. Because he had no one to talk to, no one to care for him. Needless to say, I never saw the notebook after he passed. And I don't believe I ever will. I don't believe that he had a proper burial, and his ashes were probably thrown away after everyone left.



A few days later, when I could muster a few words through the tears, I managed to have my own little memorial in my bedroom. I gathered his pictures, and love notes, and gifts in a pile, and went through each one remembering the good times we shared. I said later to him that day, because it will never be goodbye. I'll see him again someday. But until I walk through the pearly gates, I know he's watching over me to keep me safe. And even though I have moved on, Kevin will always remain in my heart, and as the best friend I lost, and the dear departed boyfriend passed.



Thank you for listening to me babble. For 3 years I've been keeping this bottled up inside. It feels so good to finally tell the world how I really feel.

5. My Flight Of Fantasy

It was eleven years ago and I was on a flight to Los Angeles. This wasn't just business or a holiday; I was on my way to live in LA for good. My sister had convinced me that I stood a better chance with my construction busneiss in the USA, so I was on my way.

Everyone on the flight was asleep except my three-year-old niece. I awoke with a start to find her gone from her seat. The adrenalin kicked in and I scurried around the aircraft in a small panic. There weren't that many places to look and eventually I found her in the corkpit, sitting on the lap of the co-pilot. I am ashamed to say I was speechless at seeing a women in control of the aircraft and she must have realised it because my jaw practically hit the cabin floor. Kate cracked a few jokes about my niece flying the aeroplane and I relaxed. In the end, we talked for a good couple of hours. By the end of the conversation, we arranged to meet up at the hotel in LA.

With our feet on solid ground, we continued to hit it off in a manner I have never experienced before. Kate and I met whenever she was on a stopover or when I was on business in London. After a year of this I knew Kate was the women for me. I decided I was going to pop the question, but wanted it to be the perfect romantic moment. I froze her engagment ring in an ice cube and slipped it into her glass of Coke, but because of the dark liquid she didn't see it and nearly swallowed it. I grabbed the drink from her and ruined her favourite sweater in the process. The next attempt was a jack-in-the-box. On the lid I wrote my proposition and put the ring on the jack's hand. When it open, it nearly gave her a heart attack and she began to hit me with the box before bursting into tears and accepting my offer. A fairytale wedding followed a year later in LA.

Now it seemed as if my lift was perfect. My business was more successful than I ever imagined and I used my construction skills to build Kate the house of her dreams, which she called her "Little White Palace". We really wanted children. Kate had a plan to enjoy her career first, then to retire to look after kids.

After seven years wewere still childless but then disaster struck. Kate was involved in an air accident that keft her in a coma for two weeks. She did wake up, but she was paralysed from the waist down. Amazingly her doctor in intensive care was a researcher into paralysis and offered an experimental operation and treatment. The seventeen-hour opertion miraculously worked, but it was still a long road to recovery. Kate had to learn to walk all over again. It was a testing time, full of tears and arguments but in the end, it brought us even closer.

Kate's flying days were obviously over. We decided it was "now or never" for children, so we tried - and tried. Eventually we tried IVF six times, which resulted in three painful miscarriages. Kate and I grew further apart and often argued in public and stormed out on each other at home. I even hit her once, which I'm terribly ashamed of. This had to be the end. I filed for divorce but Kate refused to sign the documents. We decided to go for counselling, which helped us a lot and we agreed to try adoption, but we were turned down everywhere because of our marital problems.

We weren't going to give up on our quest for children. We found a surrogate mother, a young girl who needed some money, but she took the money and ran.

Surely- our lives couldn't get any worse at this point, but they did. A stranger came into put house pose as a repair man and raped Kate in the basement. He was a serial rapist who had killed four women, but thankfully our local security guards came to check on this so-called repair man and caught him. Poor Kate might have escaped with her life, but she was emotionally scarred. She was once the life and soul of any party, but now she retreated from her social life altogether. She was so scared to enter the basement that I had it converted into an indoor swimming pool but she still never goes down there alone.

I was beginning to think there was nothing I could do to put a smile back on my wife's face. I decided to do something extravagant and romantic. I filled our entire house with silvery balloons and a carpet of rose petals all the way to the bedroom. When Kate came back from shopping, she feel into my arms and we mad love all might. It was a magical experience, we felt so special, as if noone could harm us no more. Just for one night we left all our troubles outside the bedroom door.

Our night of loving wasn't just magical, it was a miracle because that was the night we made twwins! I can't tell you how proud and excited I was when little Joshua and Bonnie were born.


6. ..fated to love you..

I was in my 2nd year in college when i met this guy. He is my friend's neighbor. Meant to be, coz his cousin was my friend and gave his number to me,and then my friend, who used to be his neighbor,gave my number to him. For about a month, i already had his number but havent attempted to text or call him. 2 months later, i received a txt from someone, tried to check the name, and it was he. Pretending that i dont know him yet, i asked for his name.



"i'm justin, and u r??"he replied..



quite shocked.."justin???from wer r u??



I'm quite surprised coz my boyfriend's name that time was justin, and it made me think that perhaps he is just playing along with me or trying to test my honesty.



"im from tacloban,how bout u?do u have a boyfriend??..he stated..



upon surprise, i really thought that he was my boyfriend..



"yes i do..how r u bhe??i replied..



He was surprised about the text that i have sent him. And i realized as well that his name on my contacts was romnick. I asked him, r u justin??for real??coz according here,you're romnick??i txtd him



"ooopppss..pano mo nlaman??he replied..



ashamed about the txt..i explained..



"akala ko kc kaw ung bf ko kc same name niu eh.."



He laughed his heart out..To his surprise, he even called me that day and asked how come that i thought that his my bf..and there are lots of "justins" in the world..I'm really ashamed that i havent thought about that. I asked for an apology. And told him that i was shocked and i didnt mean to do that. He just laughed and told me that everything's fine.







Months passed, i havent received a txt from him anymore..



I used to play guitars, my uncle taught me the basic keys and strums on guitar. I knew a little, i tend to practice it once in a while so that i'll not forget about it..





One day, to my surprise, he txtdme.. I asked him that its been a while..Sending our regards to each other..We had this topic, he asked me if im musically inclined..I answered him with full conviction..



"ofcourse, i know how to sing and dance"..



"really??do u know how to play guitar??he asked..



"ofcourse i do" i replied



He was surprised that a girl can play guitar..I asked him y is he surprised.. he told me that he havent seen a girl playing in guitars..He asked me to teach him how to coz he want to learn..I was shocked as well, coz most of my boy friends..(lalaking friend) they all know how to..



I asked him if what he can offer..any talent fee will do..he just laughed and accepted it..



We pinned a day for us to meet and teach him what i know..Ashamed, i forgot my guitar..Surprisingly, when he arrived, he brought a guitar, i asked him who owns the guitar..he said, its his..i looked at him..and told him..



"which means you know how to play the guitar??..



He said no!..



After talking about our lives, i decided to start the session. I taught him all the basics that i know with regards to guitar playing..After everything..I gave him a song..and asked him to play it..



Surprisingly, he played the song very well..and i observed his hands..its very good..i gave him a look..i looked at him with a question on my eyes..



"i will asked you again, please tell me honestly, do u know how to play it??



he just smiled and said.."i'm actually a member of a band..I used to play lead guitar"..



I dont know how to react..It seems taht i want to walk out..Im really ashamed of what i have done..I taught him the basics and all the stuff that i know in guitar-playing,however it seems that, he already know everything..and "nagmagaling pa ko sa knya"...im really shy..



And then there's silence..I dont want to talk..Coz i dont know how to react..



Then i heard a music, and its one of my favorite..i just closed my eyes..and felt the music..it seems that im hearing it froma radio..then i opened my eyes, and then there was he, playing "it might be you"..staring at me..



While playing the song, he is telling a story..



"Nkikita na kita before, kapag bumibisita ka sa bahay ng frend mo..tinitingnan lang kita habang tumutugtog ng gitara..kya ko nga hiningi number mo sa knya eh..alam ko ring naggi2tara ka..kya naicp kong magpaturo sau, or naicp ko na gamitin un, pra lang mkita ka at makasama ka..sorry ha.."



I was shocked.. i want to giggle or laugh my heart out..then i cant think on what to say..



"ok lang ba kung ligawan kita??he asked..



"what?at bkit nman?i replied..



"dahil mahal kita..the first time i saw u..tumibok n ung puso ko..kya nilakasan ko na loob ko pra mkilala na kita ng personal..mahal na kita..noon pa.."





I dont know what to do..and at that time me and my bf just broke up..I dont know how to answer..He smiled..



"i understand..alam ko lahat..i can give you time to think..kahit gano pa ktagal..maghi2ntay ako..



Years passed, we enjoyed dating..we do have our common denominators..eating, singing, guitars..and then i realized, i cant afford to loose him...



Months passed, i accepted him..and then now..we are happy with each others arms..bragging for 4 years in the relationship..and aiming 100 years more..


7. 18 years later

We were just 15 years old when we met, a year later we were having our first baby. 7 years later we were married and having our second child.


Through the years we had our good and bad times but no matter how bad some of those times were we always thought of our children and would realize they were most important and being a family meant being together.



3 years after our 2nd daughter, came our 3rd daughter, another doll to our collection. After 3 girls I knew the odds of having a son was unthinkable. Keeping myself busy with 3 kids was a big job and being so young I didn't have much patience, but my husband was confident and wanted to try again. Well 3 years after our 3rd came our 4th, a little boy! I no longer can have children, but thankful and blessed with the most beautiful children god has given us.



I'm thankful for my husband who is so supportive of his family, so no matter how old or how bad times are, always remember who you are surrounded by, because family is there always to love and help you be strong.


8. 2nd Chance

A year ago I left the man I loved, all because I was afraid of commitment. I had been hurt so many times before. I was so afraid of becoming close to him. I ran every time some one said they loved me...

Jesse and I didn't really talk for almost a year and out of no where he text me. He was having trouble with his girlfriend and didn't know what to do. I tried to help as much as I could but I noticed I was becoming very jealous of her.

Then one day he told me that he was done with his girlfriend because he was falling for a girl that was always there for him when he needed it. I didn't really pay attention to it.Then I started to notice his friends would call me his girl and his best friend and I sat down and talked while we were at a party.

I found out a lot that night. I waited a while to talk to Jesse about everything. I knew I had fallen in love with him I just didn't want to tell Jesse. Jesse invited me over to watch movies and hang out which wasn't something new. We had been hanging out a lot lately.

We were sitting on his couch when the phone rang he got up to check who was calling he got a stern look on his face and sat down in front of me on the floor. I looked at him and asked if it was his ex. He kinda sighed and said yes. I gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me and asked his he could tell me something. Of course I told him yes He kinda smiled and said I love you. I was stunned I didn't know what to say. I knew I loved him to but was I ready to tell him that. Was I ready for that commitment. I smiled and Said I love you too.

Jesse and I have been together for about a month now and I"m so happy. I wasnt sure if I was ready for the commitment but I know now that I I love Jesse and I'm not about to walk away from him again.



9. 4 years of heartache, and now hope


I am writing this because it really helps to get down on paper (per se) what I feel. Just getting this out there really takes some weight off my chest.



First off, maybe I'm strange, but I never understood the whole male sex thing. With me, the objective was never to just get the girl in bed(although that is a welcome activity). I wanted to Love, in the truest sense, I wanted to find the person that I will spend the rest of my life with. When I was 15, I found that person. Her name is Alexandra. She was so beautiful, 5' tall, green eyes, the perfect physique, I knew that I had to get to know her. Casual acquaintance led to dating, and I loved every minute of it. I felt like she was the only person that I could ever love, and strangely, I still feel that way after 4 years. I have had loves before her and after her, but nothing even comes close to filling the gaping hole in my heart that she left.



I want to be with her more than anything, but I am deeply saddened by the fact that it will probably never happen. I want to wake up beside her, I want to gaze into her beautiful green eyes, above all, I want to utter the simple phrase "I Love You" I want to get married, have 2 kids, and I want to work hard to support my family. I want to come home after a hard day at work and hold my baby, shut out the world outside and be wrapped in her all encompassing warmth. My love for her is unnatural. It is never changing, always pounding my brain with the utmost intensity. She once told me that whoever she was with, she ruined their lives, and that's true. You will never forget Alexandra as long as you live. You will love her until the day that you die, uttering her name in a vain last effort. Thus is the nature of loving the most beautiful person on earth.



Maybe this was the deepest problem in our relationship, no matter how much she loved me, I loved her more. I would die for her without hesitation, I would give my life to her as a gift if it would preserve her own. The last time I saw her I was a stupid kid. I was trying to be a "gangster" which was pretty funny :-). I was never comfortable with being myself, I always thought that she wouldn't like the real me. I did anything I could to impress her. I have not seen her or talked to her in 4 long years. So much has changed in 4 years, I have changed, and I assume she has too. I want the basic things in life, a good job, a family, but no matter how good my life ever gets it will mean nothing because Alexandra is not at my side.



Recently, I discovered that Alex had posted some ads on Craigslist looking for me. She said it was important the she saw me again. I can't even explain how happy this made me feel. It was like I finally saw a glimmer of hope for pursuing my undying love, a light at the end of the tunnel. As I write this, I have spent the past week obsessively searching for her. I only have one lead so far, and it seems like a dead end. Knowing that there is a slight possibility that Alex might still love me will fuel my search, no matter how long it takes. I will go to the ends of the earth to find her if I have to, I will keep searching every single day even if it takes years.



I am very worried about what will happen when I find her. What if she doesn't still love me? What if I profess my undying love and she thinks I'm an obsessive weirdo? What if she just wants to confirm the feeling that she doesn't love me anymore so she can get on with her life? I don't know what will happen, but I can always have hope. I hope that we can blossom a beautiful relationship again, I hope that we will get married, and that I can love her every day for the rest of my life. Until then I'll be waiting. The kid at the back of the coffee shop with a single red rose in my hand, I'll be waiting.



Thus is the nature of loving the most beautiful person on earth.


10. A Decade Too Long


After the first three years, I should have given up on Kevin. Something about him just kept pulling me back to him. It did not matter what he did, or how he showed me numerous times that he was not the one for me, I never gave up. I met this man when I was nineteen and here I am now thirty, still alone and no Kevin. Sad life, I lived ,making a man, an ultimate goal in life, without exploring other goals and other opportunities.

Realizing after all this time, I didn't like myself very much. He was a test from every angle. A test against my judgment, my morals, my intellect, my pride, my womanhood....The absolute worst a woman can have. And what was worse, I think I was more in "love" with the fact of breaking him down. It never happened.

Now, I cannot watch love stories, listen to overly romantic love songs, no jazz, nothing that could resurrect any memories of him. Being in a one-sided relationship is like inviting the devil into your heart to dance with you, seduce you with his good looks, make you laugh, make you cry, make you weep with ecstasy from the lovemaking. Only to wake up the next morning lying next to a fallacy. An demented illusion you do not recognized. Everything that he smiled at about you, turns to disdain, judgment and disgust. This how I felt when I was with Kevin. Nothing I ever did or said was right, and friends wonder what I saw in him, what made me stay as long as I did. How did I keep forgiving him after every infraction , with the degree of those infractions growing in intensity each and every time. I made myself a promise that I had to let him go, no matter how much I loved him or could not function without him, I had to. But , it had to take something drastic like sleeping with a coworker for me to leave him alone.

I was betrayed on both ends, because the coworker wasn't woman enough to let me know she liked him or that he had hit on her . And him, testing me on every front ,actually thinking, I would still be with him after that. Narcissism at it's finest, I had to let this cat go. I have to force myself not to remember anything about him and believe me, it's a battle everyday. I have to realize I never really lost anything, I'm old enough to know that real love don't feel like this. Real love will never ask you to compromise your beliefs, or ask you to stop being your real self..And it's through the grace and mercy of God, that I was able to finally let him go, because the kid was surely addicted, and addicted to nothing at that. How could I have been lost for so long? Why did it take this epiphany forever and day? A decade was a decade too long.

11. The unfinish Conversation

Girl: Hey baby i want to show you....
Boy: ( cutting her off ) Ugh I'm so mad
Girl: Why? Whats wrong ?
Boy: Ugh everything
Girl: Explain baby
Boy: Just lost a championship game,
parents flipped out on me for no reason,
and im catching a cold
Girl: Well hey there will always be other games,
you know I'll take care of you when your sick,
what your parents flip about ?
Boy: They are making me pay them for a car repair
Girl: Is it a lot of money
Boy: No it just sucks
Boy: But hey I dont feel well I'm going to go lay down
Boy: Bye
Girl: Wait I want to give you some...
Boy: Can't It wait 'til tommorow ?
Girl: Yeah, sure
Girl: Bye
Boy: Bye


2 hours later a friend of hers asks her to go for a drive ...she
goes.....

Her friend swerved to avoid a truck....hitting a tree instead

Her friend was killed instantly....she's in critical condition


This is the conversation between her sister and her boyfriend.....

Sister: Omg ( crying )
Boy: What? Whats wrong ?
Sister: My sister...your girlfriend was involved in a major car wreck
Boy: Is she OK??????
Sister: She's in critical condition
Boy: I'll be there in 10 minutes


He shows up to the hospital room ...standing outside the door
going over the last conversation in his mind over and over as he
heard the machines beep and beep and breathing tubes pump oxygen into her lungs


Boy: She wanted to give me something or tell me something
Girls mom: Yeah this...

It was an envelope smelling like she sealed it with a kiss in lipstick

He opened it.....

It said ..... You're everything to me....I love you with everything I am
and everything I have...I want to spend the rest of my life with you

Sealed in it was a ripped movie ticket from the first movie they went
to...

...and the first picture they took together

He kissed the picture as a tear fell from his face onto the picture

It looked as if in the picture she was crying

Then the machines flatlined....3 minutes later she was pronounced dead.

That moment his own heart stopped too .......