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Where shall I go? To the left where nothing's right? Or to
shall I go?
To the left where nothing's right?
Or to the right where nothing's left?
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11.23.10 He finally asked me out <3
Meeting him was an accident. I had heard about him quite a lot in middle school, but had never actually spoken with him. He had been part of the "popular" crowd, which I had never even wanted to associate myself with. Sure, everyone wanted to be them, but it wasn't worth it to hurt others in the process. And, honestly, I didn't find them all that interesting. All they really did was trade of who was with who, and those are not the kinds of relationships I was looking for. Freshman year was a different story. We ended up having World Geography together. And, lucky me, my assigned seat was directly in front of his. I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, and every chance I got, I would turn around and talk to him. It wasn't that I liked him, he just seemed nice, and different than I had assumed. We talked the entire year, and ended up hanging out quite a bit, but only outside of school. What little relationship we had formed lasted all through the summer and up to our sophomore year. Over the school year I had fallen for him, but decided that I had waited around long enough. If he wanted me in his life as more than a friend, he would have made some sort of an effort. Being "just friends" was much too painful for me. I cut off all communication with him, thinking it was for the best. He came after me. He wouldn't leave me alone, and always told me how much I meant to him, and how he loved our friendship. Eventually he told me he wanted us to be more than that. I also confessed how I felt, and it seemed like things just couldn't get any better. But he still wouldn't ask me out. It hurt me so badly, and I wondered exactly how much more of this I could take. Finally, we made things official, and he became my first boyfriend. He gave me my first kiss, and I was the happiest I had ever been. It's been almost five months since then, and we're in love and both truly happy. And that is the beginning of what I hope to be our endless love story.
We met in kindergarten. We were best friends. She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why. I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it. She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny. We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper, "I like your eyes." One day, I was playing basketball, waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me. Suddenly, I got a phone call. It was her mom. She was in a panic. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like, "Aaron, come quick! Kelsey, accident, Main Street! Blood. Come now!" I had no clue what happened, so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on. I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere. Then I saw her, Kelsey. My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her. "Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was unconscious. I started crying. I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it. Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away, the main source of blood coming from her head. I went to the hospital that night, I went every night. in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it. The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused. It was all my fault. If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her, she wouldn't be going through this. It was already four days, and she hasn't woken up. On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open. "Kelsey?" I called. She wasn't quite awake yet. Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside. I did, for a few hours. One of the doctors finally came out saying, "I understand that you're Kelsey's friend, Aaron?" "Yes," I whispered. He bit his lip. "She woke up, she's fine, but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss." "Are you serious?" I almost shouted. "I'm afraid so." I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't. I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again. "You can go see her if you want, but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mom." I walked in, trembling in horror. I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept. I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again. I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out. Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered, "I don't know you, but I like your eyes."
I want a person who comes into my life by accident, & stays on purpose.
When guys get jealous it's kinda cute (': When girls get jealous World war III is about to start.
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