Victim of your sweetness
Everything to me
Nothing without you
You're my own special
Impossible not to love you
You're my sunshine when the
Night draws near
Enchanting to be so in love with you
It Felt Like Magic"C'mon, hurry!"
I pulled my boyfriend's hand as I ran up the grassy hill that overlooked the city below. It was evening, and the sun was beginning to disappear behind the mountains behind the city. I didn't want to miss the beautiful sunset.
My hair was down and a terrible blonde mess, for I had been running and playing around earlier with my boyfriend. I was tall, thin--hardly in shape, though--had blue eyes, and I can sing. A lot of people like the way I sing. I can hardly boast about it, though. I don't put myself down or anything, but I try not to be too haughty.
My boyfriend's taller than me--I'm 5'7 and he's 6 feet--a little chubby, has black hair, brown eyes, and was born in a Mexican-American family. He hardly knows Spanish, though, and I tease him for that sometimes. He lived in Fontana for awhile so that's the reason he didn't really learn. I'm all American, in case you couldn't tell.
We finally arrived on top of the hill, out of breath, and I collapsed on the cool grass. My
Relief"I don't think I'll feel comfortable getting back together with you. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, I feel the same way."
"No hard feelings?"
"We're still friends?"
"Great. I'm glad we don't have to make this into a drama."
"Yeah, same here."
"Don't get me wrong, I had a good time with you. But this is what I'm feeling now."
"Alright I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Talk to ya later."
I could feel my heart burn with relief. "He's just not the relationship type." After saying goodbye to my ex, I texted my current boyfriend and thought about how lucky I was to have him--and how lucky he was to have me.
At the same time I felt a little bit sad that the bridge between my ex and I had to be burned. He taught me everything he knew about trust, love between a boy and girl, kissing, maturity, and so much more. I carry all of that with me to this day and apply it to my current boyfriend, and we're so happy.
"I'm glad I don't hate him, God. Thanks for making me the
Just Be YouI'm just an emotionless, frowning, anti-social 'body.'
Me? A human? No.
They can't even begin to consider that I'm a living being with a soul.
I do not exist unless they need something from me, which is quite rare.
The only time they see me smiling is when I'm with my boyfriend or my friends.
'Why does she smile then?' They ask.
Why do you think?
You push and shove me around, and I've become hard-hearted, shutting myself out from all of you and becoming independent; I work and stand alone.
Of course, I do get lonely at times.
But it gives me time to think, which most of you don't/can't do.
I'm quiet; I think rather than talk; whatever I say, you don't pay attention to anyway.
It's kind of nice in a way, not being the center of attention, not being a part of the crowd...
I'm just a body to them; I'm of no importance.
It's kind of sad when you're used to people thinking less of you.
But then again, it's sadder when you give up hope.
Why give up hope when the best revenge is to sa
Lesson 2Dear Friend,
When you constantly give and expect nothing in return, you really don't feel bad when someone doesn't return the favor. That's how it is with me. However the love of my life decided he's having issues trusting me and whatnot for something I did awhile ago that I already made up for by going to Confession and telling him just yesterday. I know God forgave me. But he hasn't. He said he did. So why doesn't he trust me? He told me something he did awhile ago and I forgave him on the spot and I still trust him. And he doesn't return it...not yet. He's even stopped being sweet with me. I just wanna die. I knew there'd be consequences, but did he have to take it that far? He's emotionally unstable, and he said many things that hurt me. I've been hurt before, but just not like that. I wasn't ready. It was my fault that I even did that, I know, but getting upset at someone just makes them feel like such a failure, like they can't do anything right. I've been trying to feel comforta
Snow Days Ch. 2Patricia awoke to find herself on a couch and a warm blanket on top of her. She yawned and sat up, and her eyes widened with awe. She stared at Santa's workshop and examined the fancy woodwork all around the room. She took her ear muffs off and attempted to fix her now electrified hair when the door suddenly opened, and she turned to see Santa, Jack, Sandman, The Easter Bunny, and Tooth walk in. Not knowing what to do, she simply stood and made a bun, waving shyly after she finished.
Jack walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Guys, this is Patricia Avery."
Tooth flew over. Three of her small, identical fairy helpers were with her, including one identical to Tooth. Patricia couldn't help but stare in amazement at the small fairies. "I'm the Tooth Fairy." She said with a smile, and she all of a sudden grabbed Patricia's mouth and looked in. "I've seen better teeth, butů" Patricia pulled away and rubbed her mouth in annoyance. "I'm gonna get braces soon." She said shyly.
Lesson 1Dear Friend,
It's hilarious to me how I now know the truth about why no one made fun of me during freshman year. I was dating a handsome guy, someone who played soccer, was pretty much liked by the whole school and wasn't considered a "loser." All that changed when I broke up with him and started dating someone else, someone I related to better: someone who was considered the stereotype "loser" like me.
And so it began, the gossip and the rumors. Not like we care, really. It's just so...peculiar how people in a Catholic school are no better than those in a public school. A friend of mine who moved told me that the classes at her other school were a lot quieter, unlike at my school where everyone is so loud and disrespectful.
It seems as though my boyfriend and I are the only ones who take our faith seriously. Everyone else doesn't or they're not even Catholic and feel like bashing it is their whole purpose in life. I'm almost just as miserable there as I was back in my elementary schoo