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Something might be real - (by ME always)
A new person a new fazes. Not sure what it is. I want something new. I want a new life and I want it with you. But I'm not sure if you’re capable. Yes I'm attracted but not sure again if I'm head over heels. Maybe going on your ride might take me threw a better path. And yet again I don't know you that well. This feeling isn't even that serious. Now that I thought of it. Maybe I wanted you because you seem like you wanted me. Can I just go back where my love was. And yes that was real love. Only if I could find the words 2 say to you. I wont stop believing in the love I once had but this ain't that. This is about something that might be good for me.
Life goes too fast but I just got to make it last.A lonly mans why - (by barry john hillier)
I no the reason why I’m here because I always ran away from my fear.
I some times think am I supposed to be alone and when I came over I think to my self should I saved up and flown.
I look up at the sky and think what the reason is why. ...Fire that burns in me - (by yes this is MY story)
Don’t know why I chose you. They say love is a gift from god. I pray sometimes to just hear your voice. And when I hear it, I never want to let it go. I just think about the attention you use to give me, that made me feel a feeling that I never want to get out. That’s all I want from you, because that’s all I need. Can’t get u out and don’t want you out. I notice you when I didn’t know anything and after that feeling you gave me, it matured me so much. Now I look at people, and say how they can live a life without sharing it with a person they care about the most. How can I show you that I need you the most. You’re my energy source with out you what’s the purpose of living? You make it seem like I have to shape a wat that only satisfies you. But what about me? I wait everyday jus thinking about and worrying about you. Yes, it seems I don’t have a life but baby you are it. I waist time cherishing something it looks like I can never have. But you tell me who can u find that loves you like me?
How many nights have I spent at your bedside?
Mystified, anxious, hopeful. How many times have I returned to your face and these words I am so desperate to find? Yes, my love. I am at your window, yet again. I am here, as old as the sun and with equal purpose. Despite my age, and our history, I am not tired. I am not tired of writing about you. I am not tired of trying to understand the enigma of you. I am not done, nor satisfied, with our divine communication that has spanned ages. We witnessed the birth of memory, we cared for the stars when they were children (and even named our own).This passion was alive when there was none to give name to it. Only the ancients who tended gardens of night and day.
And yet I foolishly wonder if you get tired after all this time. I wonder if you think I’ll stop seeking you out, if I’ll grow with avarice and look at other women. There are nights, such as this one, when I only look at now, I forget about the eternity we share. I forget that our history is longer then human emotions, and that I have no need to worry about the petty affairs of being mortal. Sometimes, when I concentrate on now, I forget that because I love you, I’ll never die, and haven’t since this wonderful game began. ...A beautiful memory - (by EroticNights)
Snow.
It didn’t look that bad upon peering out the window. A soft, steady fall from a new winter, his second, now old enough to sit up by himself. We thought we'd take him out, a first like many others. Something new, something to snap pictures of and look back on with warm tears of never again. It was a big field across the street from her house belonging to a school. A field full of memories, where we flew kites, walked, even once made love in the dead of night while she was six months pregnant. This field now blanket white on some lazy snowed in Saturday.
It took forever. ...
How to start? I met Chris in August of 1999, he found me on a random person search on ICQ. He told me that it was his first time on ICQ and he needed friends. He lived not too far from me, so we talked a while. I found out he had a girlfriend, and I at the time had a very long distance boyfriend who lived in a different state, three time zones away. I continued talking to Chris, and listening to him brag about his relationship. He always told me he wanted to take me out to lunch, but I just laughed.
Things were getting to crazy with my current boyfriend, so with a lot of guts I broke it off in December of '99 and swore I was going to be single for a long time. Well Chris and I were talking that night about what was new. He had broken up with his gf in Nov, and that night he asked me out.
He told me he had liked me for a long time. At this point he has seen pictures of me, but I had not seen any of him. So he sent me some, and that was that. I met him after he got off work on new years eve (a couple weeks after we got together) We spent the night together and the whole next day. I've been seeing him every weekend, or more since then. I get along great with his family, and visa versa.
Although we are young. 17 and 18, we've been together for almost 14 months. It's great, and we love each other so much. I never thought it would last this long, but it has. =) ...
The day I met my lifetime love should by all accounts be recorded from here on after as the single most important moment in my life. I, of course, had no idea what had just happened when a nice American guy took pity on me (a simple New Zealand lass) and started chatting about my latest homework assignment on American history. And that was our first conversation, the first of so many more to come. We've been chatting now for over a year and I can only describe it as the best times in my life, times where we can both connect with each other in a way that defies possibilities. We have had our ups and downs like any other couple the only important difference is that making up can never be as fun. There are many obstacles still in store for our relationship, including meeting and shifting to the same country and same house even, but I know without a doubt it will work out ... true love just does you know ...
Sometimes the difficulties involved may seem overwhelming: the distance, the time, the reaction of friends and family, the money involved ... but one saying that I've always liked is that love is an energy it can't be created or destroyed - it just is ... and that's the best way to describe how I love Jason and how I know it will last ... love you Jason
...Going to get engaged at 16 - (by elizabeth gonzalez)
There is this that I known for about 3yrs and he says he wants to marry me and I am only 15 going on sixteen and hes 18. I starting to like my best freind and I stopped having feelings for him. I don't know if I should tell him how I feel or tell him that I am going to marry him and keep it all inside.
My sister says tell him but I feel I should just keep it to myself. I asked about advice and I'm getting them but I'm confused. Can you look in to my other entries about him one is called united kingdom and the other is big promblem, can you help me please I need it. Thnkz for reading and god bless you.
The storm outside was both disquieting and comforting at the same time. The rain falling on the roof like metal dropping sounded loud but yet normal. The distant rumble of thunder over the lake was not ominous or foreboding but still seemed to quell the urge to go outside but to choose the security of the house instead. LaDonna decided that she preferred the comfort of her lounge chair and a good book.
Lost deep within the story of tumultuous love, the young woman drew inspiration from the vivid details of the hero and heroine's love. Writing romance was not an easy job, LaDonna decided but if it was done right, then it was a rewarding one. She lived, breathed and savored romance novels...not only for the unique flavor of them but for the financial rewards that could be gained from them.
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John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station.
He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
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