Shakerules Diaries

1. Guys don’t actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.
2. Guys love flirts.
3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.
4. When a guy says he doesn’t understand you, it simply means you’re not thinking the way he is.
5. “Are you doing something?” or “Have you eaten already?” are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.
6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.
7. When a guy really likes you, he’ll disregard all your bad characteristics.
8. Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.
9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl’s attention.
10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.
11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.
12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can’t. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking!
13. Guys cry!!!!!!!!
14. Don’t provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.
15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.
16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.
17. When you touch a guy’s heart, there’s no turning back.
18. Giving a guy a hanging message like “You know what?!..uh…never mind!” would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.
19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.
20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.
21. When a guy makes a prolonged “umm” or makes any excuses when you’re asking him to do you a favor, he’s actually saying that he doesn’t like you and he can’t lay down the card for you.
22. When a girl says “no”, a guy hears it as “try again tomorrow.”
23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.
24. Guys hate gays!
25. Guys love their moms.
26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.
27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn’t mean that the guy likes her.
28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.
29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.
30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.
31. Like Eve, girls are guys EUR™ weaknesses.
32. Guys are very open about themselves.
33. It’s good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don’t let him wait that long.
34. No guy is bad when he is courting.
35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.
36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they’re not that much pretty.
37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.
38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.
39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.
40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.
41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.
42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.
43. Guys virtually brag about anything.
44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.
45. Guys think too much.
46. Guys’ fantasies are unlimited.
47. Girls’ height doesn’t really matter to a guy but her weight does!
48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!
49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.
50. It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more.
51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.
52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he’s too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won’t be matured and grow up.
53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.
54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.
55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.
56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he’s sweating. You’ll probably see that he is nervous.
57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.
58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, “Please come and listen to me.”
59. Guys don’t really have final decisions.
60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.
61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.
62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.
63. Guys believe that there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.
64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.
65. Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.
66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.
67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.
68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.
69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!
70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.
71. A guy’s friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.
72. Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.
73. Don’t be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you’ll be surprised.
74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.
75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.
76. Guys don’t comprehend the statement “Get lost” too well.
77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.
78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.
79. Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.
80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they’ll realize they’re wrong.
81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He’s just too stubborn to deal with it.
82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.
83. Guys’ weakest point is at the knee.
84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.
85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.
86. When a guy looks at you, either he’s amazed of you or he’s criticizing you.
87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.
88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.
89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you’re with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.
90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.
91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!
92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.
93. When a guy says he can’t sleep if he doesn’t hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.
94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.
95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.
96. Girls are allowed to touch boys’ things. Not their hair!
97. If a guy says you’re beautiful, that guy likes you.
98. Guys hate girls who overreact.
99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationship.

In 1977 I met the love of my life, Pier Paolo, in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He was a coffee exporter there, and I was a tourist.

It was a love of two people who were lonely in a foreign country…and at the age, we were both looking for love. Tall, debonaire, sexy, and quite a wonderful personality, we fell for each other.

Upon my return to the U.S…Pier phoned me many times and asked me to return to Brazil. At first I hessitated, but quite honestly, I was very lonely and not happy and I felt like, what did I have to loose.

So, against my family’s wishes, I returned to live in Rio de Janeiro…but prior to me returning, my parents asked if Pier could come to the U.S. to meet my family which he did. When he visited the U.S., we took a trip to New York City to visit the coffee exchange so he was able to consider the trip a business trip.

We returned to Brazil, where Pier continued his work as an exporter and I began to write. I had graduated from college with a degree in Public Relations and had left a job in Boston with a PR firm. I began to write and his sister, Sunny, came to Brazil to keep me company for a while …
Our love blossomed into such a wonderful time…local restaurants, dreaming of someday marrying, even naming a “future potential sailboat” “la dolce vita”. We danced, fell so madly in love…raptuous sex…long, embraces…every night when he returned from work, he brought me fresh flowers. I was madly in love…madly. We had sex for days before his sister arrived…the days when he did not work.
We used to walk Ipanema Beach people watching.

We were truly, madly in love.

Then something happened which changed our lives forever…I accidentally became pregnant with his child. It happened so quickly…and I was not accustomed to the Brazilian hospitals…which were quite antiquated…then I felt the need to return to the U.S. to have our child.

My brother in law owned his own company which I have to leave the name out for privacy sakes…and he offered a job to Pier…in marketing…perfect.
Perfect, accept that upon our return to the U.S. my sister announced that she was divorcing my brother in law. That is when the nightmare began…she told my brother in law that if he gave Pier a job, she would divorce him and he did not want that. Eventually she divorced him anyway…but meanwhile we were pawns in a game of divorce…a bitter divorce …
Pier had to leave me in search of a job elsewhere…namely New York City. Eventually he landed a job via his family in Italy.
Pier traveled back and forth to New York City for a while.
When our son was born, 4 months later, Pier told me that he did not want me to come to New York with him. I was devastated. He hated my family and thought that what my sister and brother in law did was insane. Pier’s mother came from Italy and told me it would never work.
He moved permanently to New York, changed his phone # to an unpublished number and any mail I sent to him, he returned, unopened.
My heart was broken. I was devastated. I was so alone with a newborn. I tried to contact him on so many ocassions…there was no internet back in those days…virtually, the only way to connect was through his attorney.
I received child support checks in small amounts…and then 3 years later, I had no choice but to file for divorce to be able to move on in my own personal life…and to collect money for the support of our child.

I did move forward, met another man who at first was only a friend. He “took me and my son” under his wings…for many years. Eventually, we married…I wanted to give my son a “normal life”…and my new husband did do that…coached him in baseball, basketball, and other sports.

Meanwhile, I always wondered what had happened to Pier. Deep down, I always loved him and hoped that some day I would see him again.

And I will continue this on my next blog.
Thank You…
Avery

(Screen) Name: avery

You type a letter in great urgency. You pour all your thoughts, before you forget them. But then you linger just before clicking the “send” tab. After a moment of indecision, you decide that some thoughts are better left unsaid. You slowly “delete” the words, which you have typed painstakingly.
Ours was such a “love story” dear. A love letter never meant to be sent. A “love history” always cherished by the individuals but not shared as a couple.

I remember looking at you the first time. I gawked at your person, unable to tear my eyes away, unable to look at the ball coming my way. My first impression was that you looked like my cousin. My second thought was that, “Here comes another aggrieved soul! Another guy in search of his dreams!”
You looked young for you age. I thought that you were a first year student who wanted to play ball badminton. Or even an aspirant to settle down in a foreign country. My presumption turned out to be partly correct. You WERE trying to go abroad, but was not there seeking my help.

I was pleasantly surprised, when you asked me out. Even though I turned your offer down for two consecutive days, I was secretly happy as well as ashamed of the fact that I was happy because a guy like you asked me out! I waited eagerly for you turn up on the third day too, but you never showed up. It turned that you have left the town. I was disappointed.

After that, I should have left that episode to rest. I should never have answered your mail, nor have attended your phone call. There have been moments when I rewind to that moment of longing … that moment of hesitation before I pressed the “send” button, of my first e-mail. I wish that I suddenly came to my senses and pressed “discard” instead. It was not the first had I done that. but then as history would be I “fell” for you and there was no turning back.

Our “love” grew, nursed by distant phone calls and daily mails. Driven together by “providence”, we met soon and consummated our long awaited relationship. It was a simple date, filled with delicious explorations and pure fun. True that our “love making” happened in a romantic first class train coupe. But was it? We were never relaxed and it took long for the ice to break. Our long distance relationship had taken its toll on our emotions and much time was spent in constrained silence. In our hurry to experiment what we talked “on phone”, we forgot the fact that we had not developed enough confidence or trust. The “love making” was more about the past promises than it was about living for the moment. In the end, when it was time to part, something was sorely missed. All promises were vanquished.

I miss you a lot, these days. It is almost painful. It is even palpable to those around me. Ironically I never shared those words with you. Even, when we were together I was rarely “content”. Which led me to ask myself, Do I really miss “You”?

Or is it just the “feeling of love” that I miss? One would say that we were in love with an “ideal person” who was more “virtual” than “real”. Could it be because we filled up the silences with our own perception of the significant other? We never made any new memories together, even when there were opportunities.

Once you said that you did not recognize the person you “fell in love with”. You said you were afraid, that I will turn out to to be the cold person, who was sitting with you then. It is true dear, as I now realise that we never really knew each other.

This is like a love story where you know that the hero and heroine are going to separate in the end. Where people commit to love making, well aware of the “partition” looming ahead. Or was it the “end” being so near that inspired the couple in the first place?

Now my perception is clear. What I see are two losers, who were dying to get laid. Losers who wanted to have a “Safe” relationship. The “knowing” that the other will not let you down, whatever may you do/ demand. Today despite having realized each other’s dream, we still cannot let go of this “futile relationship”. It is more of a “drag” than an “inspiration”. Our love story is a lesson to me that sometimes:- at moments of great “consternation”, it is better to press “discard” rather than downloading a malware and upsetting your whole system. Or at least one should be grown-up enough to “Love and Let go”.

(Screen) Name: KeAtS

Why is it so hard for us to let go when we know we should? Why do we hang on to bad relationships, bad friendships, bad jobs, bad situations? Are we so afraid of change that we choose to stay where we are, knowing there could be something better out there? Are regrets a higher cost to pay than always wondering what could have been?

Thank you for coming into my life. When the day I wanted to end my life because he left me, you came to tell me that life must go on. You were sent to be my angel. Thank you for everything, for all your sacrifices.

I miss those times when you call me “Mahal.” When I was exhausted at the end of the day and I called, you were always there to listen to me, to keep me fighting. You have been my inspiration, you helped me achieve my dreams. But now, they all fell apart.

I know I’m not the kind of woman you’ve dreamed of, but still you loved me for what I am. I remember you once told me, “I don’t care if you don’t love me too”. If you only knew, Baby, you were my life, my everything. If you only knew how happy I was to have you and how my life fell apart when I lost you.

I know that I’ve hurt you so many times and that I shouldn’t be bothering your life now. I know that I said, “Let me go,” but still here I am asking for another chance, if you could still be mine. Things really changed when you left. My life started to lose direction. I must admit, I still can’t move on.

I kept in blaming myself, it was my entire fault. I’ve been too selfish, too hard on you. Now I’m starting to realize that you were too good for me. You are a very good man and you deserve someone better than I am. I tried to change for you, but my efforts were not enough. I hope somehow, I made your life special, though I’ve not been perfect for you. I hope you’ll be happy now and that you can find the person whom you truly deserve.

If you really decide to let go, then I can do nothing. I know sorry is not enough for the things I have done but I hope my sincerity is enough. I regretted those foolish things that I’ve done. Because of those things, I lost you, I lost my life. And I’ll never love again because of that.

But if you can give me another chance, I swear this time I’ll make sure I won’t hurt you and never, ever let you go.

Even if it will take me a lifetime, I will wait for you until you come back. I would not want another love than you. I’d rather be alone than to be with someone who can’t take your place.

We’ve done our best to make our relationship last longer, but things happen and we had to say goodbye. This goodbye would not mean forgetting our memories, they are too special to forget. It does not mean forgetting the things in our past that made us both better individuals. We had to say goodbye but I want you to remember this … you will always have a special place in my heart. I consider myself lucky to experience a love as wonderful as yours. For the last time, I love you, Mahal.

This is the final letter I’ll ever send you; I never knew love till I met you. You came into my life through a dating site on the net, and I’ll never forget that night when we met. I wouldn’t change how we met for the world; we shared our hopes and dreams for the future. I just pray when you have read this letter it touches your heart and restarts what we had before. I love you and want to be with you; I want so much for us to have the best life together, I just wish I was part of it.

If only you knew how your absence has affected me, you would have never tossed me aside like you have. To have given me so much in the beginning, made so many promises – you would’ve never let me down. To cut me out of your life in such a manner is not only cruel but you have decided my fate by coming into my life giving me something wonderful and letting me believe in us, only to destroy it and take it away. You are always telling me you hate letting me down but if you did, why do you constantly keep letting it happen again and again?

We rarely see each other to spend any sort of time together. What has gone wrong? Do you want me to be your future? Will you give this relationship the attention it so desperately deserves? How can a relationship survive if there is only one person doing the work of two? I only ever feel close to you when we make love, even that side of the relationship is suffering. I’m not sure I can go on anymore the way things have been; I will let you go if I have to, move on and hope one day to meet someone who will show me love and attention the way I deserve to be shown, I just want you to have one more try. God, how I love you.

Some days you feel so distant, and that’s when I feel the most confused; I feel as though we aren’t even together. Though you’ve talked about forever and you say you love me, what do those words really mean to you? To me there is no definition, no meaning that has value of words, and I think are you being true. Can I really rely on you? Though you’ve hurt me many times before, I’ve always found it in my heart to forgive. Forgive the pain and see through the tears. So, I wonder what is the true meaning of our love, or is there really a meaning; and I can’t help but to ask myself the same questions time and time again. So where does the line between love and hate fall in this relationship? Where’s the space between good and the bad, the truth and the lies? Sometimes I just want to give up on us. But how can I do this; give up on you, when you still have my heart in chains, when you still have your arms around me, around my soul. I plead to go, but still I love you. Sometimes I think I will always love you, and that makes me cry.

I knew that “I miss you” was a long way from “I love you”, which were the three words I wanted to read. But if this was all our relationship had become, then so be it. I would take whatever I could get. — Vince’s Life – The Next Chapter: Getting Over Andrea

“Love and relationships are never like the movies no matter how much we want them to be. But when something beautiful ends, for whatever reason, it’s most important not to be disappointed that it’s over, but glad that it happened at all.”

– Aj Rafael (When We Say)

• You’ll be able to show people you care about them in the way that means the most for them.
• You won’t waste time trying to tell them you love them in a way that leaves them cold.

It makes sense to me that some of us have different ways of showing their love. Some husbands buy gifts for their wives. Some kids pick flowers for their mums. Some adult children take their dad to see the big game. Some friends give each other a massage. They’re all valid ways to show you care but there is one problem.

If you don’t actually say “I love you,” then will the loved one know you care?

The book explains that everyone has different ways of knowing that they’re loved. Obviously we all need to feel loved, but if everyone experiences that in different ways how can we know what the best way to show them we love them is?

Last april 13 when I met him for the first time.  It  is the best day of my life. He is my life. He is so caring, sweet and so special for me. He loves me very very much and im also love him. I want to marry him but our family is not agree with our relationship. Because our cast is different but we made 4 each other. I lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv him very much.

-  dimple

I feel a slight twinge of shame when saying it, but I met my current boyfriend and possibly last boyfriend on the popular networking site, Facebook.

It all started about a month before final exams, and I was procrastinating as usual on Facebook. Specifically, I was browsing through the popular YouTube make up artist: Michelle Phan’s Facebook fan page comments. While scrolling down, a face caught my eye. He was “cute” as you may describe it, so I decided to take a look at his comment. It stated something about Michelle never messaging him back and therefore she was mean. Being somewhat of a “troll” myself, I could tell this was an subtle and well played attempt at trolling, and that many would be “butthurt”; and many were. Feeling that it would be the most polite thing to do, I calmly commented how he was just joking, in a way, and that people should just stop overreacting.

He thanked me and added me shortly after. I wasn’t expecting that, as I thought the comment would just be a passing event, but after accepting the friend request, I messaged him with a “Hi ”. He was cute anyway.

From there, we started talking, first through Facebook messages and chat, then through msn. I actually used to have a bad habit of flirting with guys online, and at the time I also even had a boyfriend, though not a very good one. During those days that I would talk to this boy on msn, he was just another guy that I would flirt with, just another person to occupy my time. I also found out he was 5 years older than me, and at the age of 15, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen anyway. It was harmless and all in good fun, but from the way he talked to me, it seemed like he felt more, although I had no idea how that could cross his mind at such an early stage. One day, he asked me if we could talk on the phone. I felt reluctant, as I usually limit myself to online, but eventually I agreed and we talked.

That night we talked for approximately 5 hours, all the way into the morning. We joked, had deep conversations, and he voiced how he was attracted to me…*really* attracted to me. I was slightly taken aback, as I thought the way he talked to begin with was slightly, how may I put it, gay sounding, so I wasn’t too eager to reciprocate the feeling, but I was still happy to call him my good friend.

A few weeks passed, and the exams were over with, and my current boyfriend was going back to Hong Kong for the summer. The guy that I was talking to online and now on the phone for hours convinced me to break up with my boyfriend, so I did. It actually lifted a great weight off my shoulders, and I appreciated the phone guy, who we shall call “David”, that much more.

Time went on, and eventually, I grew more and more attracted to him, up to the point where I really liked him, but I wasn’t sure where it would go. We shared everything with each other, our family stories, friend stories, secrets, tears, laughter, and happiness. That month, I was to go on a 10 day trip to Italy with my school choir; I waited all afternoon before the plane ride at the airport for him to call. He called while we were boarding the plane, and while we were talking, he shyly said,

“Hey…hey…you’re cute. Hey…hey….you’re beautiful. Hey…hey…… I love you.”

I got tears in my eyes and replied,

“I love you too…I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’m going to miss you a lot too my princess. Don’t worry though, I’ll find a way to call you, to get to you. Anything for my princess.”

My heart felt so conflicted, both swelling with love, while also prickled with sadness to think that I wouldn’t be able to talk to my David for 10 days…

The next morning, while sleeping in my Italian room with my roommate, the phone rang. I was still asleep, so my roommate picked up, and after realizing who it was, woke me up to give me the phone.

I muttered a groggy, “Hello?”

“Hunnie!”

“Bearbear!” (My nickname for him hehe)

“Aw babe, did I wake you up from sleeping? Do you want to go back to sleep for a bit?”

“No, no, no. It’s almost time to wake up anyway, and I want to talk to you.”

He asked me to be his girlfriend that day, June 26th, 2010. I found it silly that he even had to ask, because he already knew I loved him and would be more than happy to be his girlfriend! Silly bear.

Anyway, that entire trip, all I could think of was him. All my shopping was for souvenirs to send to him (he lives 3 hours away by plane), and he would call me every night, no matter how expensive the rate was. That trip, even though we were further apart, it was the distance that actually strengthened our relationship even more.

After returning from Italy, we had our ups and downs, but they were always resolved, and they added to the strength of our connection and love for each other. I ended up telling my older and younger sister, and my best friend, all of whom disapproved heartily, but I didn’t let them affect what we were. The past month or two have been hard though, because I have been with either my sisters or with my best friend on vacation, on and off for a week at a time, so I have not had enough time or privacy to talk to David.

Currently, I am visiting my older sister in the States with my younger sister, and it is simply too risky to talk to my bearbear on the phone, so I have to rely on online means again. He’s going to come to where I live soon, possibly in September or October. I am so excited for that day, when we can embrace and kiss and feel our bodies finally with each other. We have already planned out how it will work. I will go to the airport to go see him, and I’ll run towards him, he’ll pick me up and spin me around while hugging me. It’s going to be picture perfect.

I think of him every moment I wake, and every second I sleep. My thoughts aren’t childish romance dreams,nor are they sexual fantasies. I simply think of him and me lying on the couch together, watching T.V, or just enjoying each other’s company. No awkwardness, no anxiety, just contentedness; peace. I’m waiting for the day when that may come true. For now, I’m happy with our unconventional love, with our destiny to be together. The Princess will forever be with her Bearbear.

- Unconventionally in love

This is possibly the greatest story I could tell about any relationship I’ve had. It’s kind of funny, but at the same time somewhat wrong lol.

It was a Friday night, and my best friend Caleb and my other friend DJ were graduating high school, and I went to watch. I brought along my friend Trevor, and we planned to go to my other good friend’s graduation party afterward. Everyone was going. After graduation, we stood all outside the doors waiting on the graduates to come out, and in the group was one of Trevor’s friends, Will, who had went to the same school as us. I had passed Will a million times in the hallway, but we never spoke and I never thought much about him. But as we all stood outside those doors, he turned around to say hey to Trevor, and our eyes met. At that moment, I knew something was going to happen. He turned around and Caleb and DJ were walking out so we all turned our attention toward them to congradulate them.
Trevor and I headed out to the graduation party shortly after all of that. There was a lot of people there. A few hours passed and we were all drunk. I walked inside and sat on the table to talk to everyone in there. Will saw me, and sat down beside me. He said “Hey, I need to talk to you”, and walked me outside. I knew we were going to hook up. We made it to my car and I don’t remember much, but I do remember there not being much talking. (;
The next morning, I woke up in my backseat confused and trying to remember things from the night before. As I woke up, I realized that Will was laying beside me with his head on my shoulder. I laughed a little, woke him up, and he asked me to drive him to his car. I did, and on the way there we talked and laughed and tried to remember the night. Another graduation was taking place later that afternoon, and we both had friends graduating from there as well. When I dropped Will off, I gave him my number and he said we’d meet up and go to the other graduation together. Well, that didn’t happen because we both ended up sleeping all that day lol. Two days or so passed and I didn’t hear from Will. I figured it was a one night stand, and I had accepted that.
That monday, I got a text message from a random number. It was Will. He wanted me to spend the night with him the next night because I was busy that night. I agreed. I got to his house the next night around 10:30, and again there wasn’t much talking done the rest of the night. The next day, I thought he would just send me about my way. Instead, he took care of me. He got me food, let me take a shower at his house, and everything. He asked me if I would take him to Trevor’s house. I wanted to go as well so I agreed. When we got there, Trevor and all of their friends were at the pond fishing. We walked down to the dock, and Will introduced me to their friends. They asked if I was “his girl”. When he said yes, I got confused. But I thought it was sweet so I did not correct him. We had a really fun time at the dock, and later Will asked me to take him home.
When Will and I got to his house, he asked me to be his girlfriend. From that day on, we have been together and very happy. It was a “love at first sight” type of thing, and I still can’t believe it. He is the most amazing guy I have ever met. He’s even beginning to talk about marriage.

Few people know this story, just some of my close friends. I just had to tell someone.

Sami Jo

I suppose to others, this love story will seem strange, wrong, or even immoral. But to me, it is one of the greatest things that has happened. To make things clear, I am a girl.

I met her a few days after Christmas. The first time we spoke to each other, I knew immediately that I had found a true friend, someone who had so many common interests as me. The only problem; we lived in different countries. So we began messaging each other through MSN, email, and youtube. I soon realized that although we could never physically meet each other, I began to see her in a different light. I knew that I was attracted to both males and females before, but it came as a surprise to me when I slowly developed a crush on her. After about a month questioning my feelings, determining whether or not they were real, I finally decided to tell her I had a form of a crush for her. Her response was that she reciprocated those feelings. A few days later, while messaging her through MSN, I told her that I was wondering what would happen if my feelings ever grew to be more than just a simple crush. I was quite relieved and happy to find that she would never reject my feelings. But she also wouldn’t want to date me until we could meet in person every day. She said she wouldn’t want to tie me down. I understood completely, because I would never forgive myself if I were to cause her pain because she had found someone other than myself that she coveted in such a way. So we remained “just friends.”

Months later, possibly around four, I knew that my feelings had escalated. Very much so. I loved her. I thought that I had loved someone before, but now I realize I never truly had. Not like I loved HER. I only wanted the best for her. In previous relationships, I was extremely jealous, not to the extent where I would voice it, but jealous enough that it would bother me if they were with friends. With this girl, though, it was completely different. I wanted her to be happy, to enjoy everything she could. If her happiness meant we couldn’t speak for days, I was okay with that. I knew I would miss her, but as long as she was okay, I knew I would survive. I wanted to share everything with her, and for her to share everything with me. I’d never allowed a relationship to progress as far as this one has/had. I mean that in the sense that I know things about her. Things I’d never known about exes. As I said before, I love[d] her. So, naturally, I told her. I never expected her reaction to my words. She told me that she wasn’t sure what she was feeling. That she looked forward to it every day. That every time she spoke to me, it made her happy and excited. And then… She told me that she loved me, and that she had never felt this way towards anyone. With those words, I thought my heart would explode from all the joy. I cried tears of happiness at her confession.

To this day, we still speak. I am waiting for her, and I believe she is waiting for me. If it turns out that she finds another, so be it. As long as she is happy, I am. Now I just have to wait for the day when we are able to actually be together.

Kagami