The anxiety is building up and I can feel the butterflies fluttering about in my stomach. Every second of waiting feels like an eternity. Where the heck is she?I had met her on the popular online dating site Plenty of Fish. I had finally hit pay dirt after messaging twenty other prospects and failing miserably. The initial email exchange was flirty and well received by both parties. There was definitely some initial attraction and not to mention, that her two well chosen profile pictures revealed her to be quite a knock-out.

I hear the coffee shop door swing open. My head quickly turns to see who it is. Dang, it’s not her. She is running about ten minutes late now and I’m sitting here all by myself, stewing in anxiety, which is enough to make my palms sweat. This is my first time ever meeting someone from an online dating site, after all, shouldn’t it be normal to be so nervous?As I take another sip from my mug, I glance up to see another woman walk through the door. Oh my god, that’s her!

She glances around the shop until her eyes finally reach mine. She recognizes me and walks over, immediately apologizing for being so late. As we make our formal introductions she orders a coffee and sits down across from me. Little do I know, the gauntlet is about to begin. I’ve barely said more than several words to her and she is already giving me the twenty questions routine. I’m stuttering trying to answer each one, but the barrage of inquiries keep on coming: What do you do for work? Where do you live? Where are you from? How many dates have you gone on? How much do you make? Do you like cats or dogs? etc.

Ack! This is terrible. It’s like a job interview, except I don’t get to ask any questions in return. Any attempts I make to turn the conversation towards her is quickly rebutted. She offers no information about herself. The entire situation, to say the least, is incredibly awkward. Then out of nowhere, she quiets down and glares at me with a menacing snarl. “Are you staring at my breasts?” she asks.

Oh crap! In my attempt to deliver answers to her ongoing questions, my eyes had drifted down from her face and yes, I was indeed, staring directly into her cleavage. Not that I did this on purpose, but I am a man and as most men can attest, we have tendencies to let our eyes wander from time to time. I am guilty as charged, so I apologize and explain that I didn’t mean it. She is still glaring at me with a stern expression on her face and says, “You’re not the one.”

With that final statement she gets up and walks out the door. The date hadn’t lasted more than twenty minutes and I managed to blow the whole thing. Although, I suppose the first time meeting someone online is usually an awkward experience. I can’t help but feel that with a few more dates and a little more practice, I’ll eventually find someone who clicks. After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea.

About the Author:Matt Savage is a writer and blog author who specializes in dating and online dating topics. He also publishes the Plenty of Fish Dating Tips blog which focuses on research, analysis and tips for the dating scene.

He used to attend for treatment twice a week. I could not wait to see him every time. He was so nice to me. In time i thought i had found what i was looking for . He had every thing i wanted in a guy .

For almost two years i was getting to know him , he was such a gentlemen. I loved him so much but i never told him. I kept it as a secret for so long. My heart used to beat so fast when i used to See him. I used to miss him when he wasn’t around.

One day he phoned work and he asked me to send him a photo of a piercing that i had done for him to his email , because he wanted to know how it looked. I took his email and i told him i’ll send it to him.

Later on at night i went online i sent him an email address , he replied and we ended up chatting. I was feeling so, so happy. We chatted until 2:00 am .

Can  i ask you if you like any one he asked

“Yes i do but  he doesn’t like me ” I replied

How can he not like you , you are so beautiful he said

No I’m not , i don’t really  know what to do  i can’t tell him how  i feel , because he’s too good for me  i said

you should tel him please , I’m sure he will tel that he likes you back he said

He knew that i was talking about him ..( i told him that i couldn’t tell him what his name was but his name starts with A. )

I told him that i didn’t know how to tell the guy that i likes him, and that i was afraid. He told me not to be afraid .

I told him that i would practice on him , and he can tell me of any changes i should make so i wrote :

“Dear. A..

I have never done this before, i don’t really know how to do it or what to say . so please don’t mind if i sound funny

Since the day i have met you , i could not stop thinking of you even for a minute, when you are around i smile and it feels that i have the whole world, when your not around , i think of you  , i wonder where you are , i miss you and wish that you could come sooner.

You have changed my life , if you have some one in you r life , then she is so lucky. I wish that i could be with you , I just fall for you day by day. i don’ t know what to do

Why is life so beautiful when your around? i can’t tel you how much you mean to me through words, i cant find a word to describe how i feel. you make me so happy ,you make me smile and you make my day a better day..

I feel so close to you , I feel so much love and care for you. A i think i love you….”

Is it too much? I asked him.

You know what i would say if i was A..? He asked me

My heart was beating so fast,  I was confused.

I am not too sure , what would you say? i asked him

I would say that i love you too… He replied

When he said this to me i couldn’t type for  minutes , i was just staring at the screen , Oh my god , oh my god , oh my god i think  i repeated this word 100 times, he was nudging me , my heart almost stopped of happiness, i couldn’t believe what i had read.

The he said that he wanted to see me ,I thought i was dreaming. It was too good to be real… oh my god

I was crying of happiness .I cant describe how much i loved this guy.

This conversation was on a Friday night , i saw him on Monday morning, I couldn’t believe it , He asked me to be with him, i said yes then he hugged me and kissed my forehead.

Being in his arms, wow, it was heaven for me, it was the first time that i had felt so much love , i was in love already. I never used to believe in love, being with him , thatch all i wanted , i didn’t need any thing or any one else, my word was complete.

After two years of liking him i ended up with him. We went out for 6 months maybe more i don’t really remember,

He had so much respect for me . i was deeper in love day by day.

I used to miss him even though he was next to me , I used to cry , my heart was hurting because i could feel so much love for him..

One day i asked him if he would ever leave me , he said he will never.

One day we had a small argument, It was over a very little thing. it is very normal to have an argument when your in a relationship , because if the love is very strong , it will survive , in fact you appreciate what you have more.

I was only angry for a bit, later on of the day  i contacted him, He wouldn’t answer my phone calls,

I messaged him for a week and tried calling,

Baby please call me back , im worried  whats the matter with you , why don’t you talk to me , im sorry , i’m very sorry my love , please call me back ,i miss YOUR voice , i miss you .  i was telling him for almost two weeks.

He messaged me after two weeks ” come online ” that’s all it said on the message

I was so happy ,i swiped my tears and quickly went online.

Hey babi whats wrong , I typed to him

We spoke for a bit then he said it’s over and that he wished me all the best,

I thought i was going to die, i cant believe how much i cried.

He can’t break up with me over a lil reason , why , we can get though it , this is nothing

Why babe, please don’t do this , baby i love you , i don’t think i can live with out you , i need you , i told him

no matter how much i begged he just said no no no no

Whats the reason babe , are you married? I asked him as a joke.

Yes , he said i’m married and I have two kids he said.

Oh my god I was so confused, i thought he was joking, Until I realized that he was serious.

The pain that I went though I cant not describe, I almost died , I am still sick , I ended with depression and getting panic attacks always faint and just always too quiet.

I had lost every thing.  I left my job , because I saw him every where , I couldn’t his memories where every where.

It has been a year now, I have cried a river, my heart is so broken, My heart feels like fire its burning so much i’m so much pain.

I love him so much still . Every day I go to work, I think of him, driving home I think of him. I stare a his name for hours. I have had so many other guys asking me out , i’ve tried to move on , nohing and no one compares to him . I cant do do it. I just cant move on . I can’t, I love him and I can’t do it.

I’m so in love.

I don’t have him , but he wil always be in m heart, I will love him for ever,

I’m like a crazy person now, I think every single person I see , I imagine that it is him

I saw him twice after breaking up. He drove past me and walked pass me and he just pretends that he doesnt know me . He sends me a few emails and tells me to move on and that I always look happy. He judges me by the way I look. He doesn’t know what’s going though my heart and what pain I go through. I have told him that I hated him a few times but im crazy over him.I go to a river we went together and cry there for hours. Why does he judge me by the way I look.

If I wasnt still in love with him I would have moved on the next day.

He likes hurting me , He sends me an offline message once every four to 6 months just two lines saying “ Hi how are you” when I see the offline , I cry and cry and reply so much to him he never replies back and then after another 3 months another message I get from him , Hi how are you and doesnt reply to me.

After so long I still cry thinking of him, I was a strong person before I met him, his love has made me so weak.
I know it is wrong to love him, he is married but I feel so sick and lost without him.

I don’t know what to do.

I just love him more and more each day and miss him always.

But first of all, let me tell you all this from the very beginning on…his name is Lee, and I remember the exact day when we got to know each other; a day that I will always keep in mind: the 8th April 2007. It was coincidence (or shall I dare saying destiny?) how we met; it was coincidence (destiny) that I found his e-mail address on a site he’d registered on to meet new people on the net. On the net! I never thought that exactly that was going to keep us apart. The internet, the distance.

Lee lives in England, I live in Luxembourg. And I’ve got to say, I never thought that such a “relation” could be possible over distance. But I was wrong. For Lee and me, it is sort of special. We’re both individuals, very different from each other, but we complement each other so well. It’s hard to describe. The first three things I noticed about Lee were that he’s good to talk to, that he’s trustworthy, and that he has a really awesome humour.

Three things that are really important to me. But most important of all…he was there. Not literally…but he was always there for me, in spite of the distance. When I wasn’t feeling well, when I was sad, when I was upset and complaining…when everyone else would’ve stopped caring, Lee didn’t. Lee listened patiently to everything I said, for hours. He gave me advices, cheered me up, calmed me down. I told him about my past, my worries, my inferiority complexes, and he just listened and didn’t seem to care when it was 3 in the morning. And he did make me feel better.

It might sound weird, maybe it sounds even completely insane…but when we had those long, private, deep conversations, there was no distance; he was right with me, he was so close. Lee has always managed to make me laugh until that I have tears of laughter in my eyes. Like I said, he has an awesome humour that is difficult to understand or to accept for some people.Well, when I noticed that I only smiled when I talked to him on MSN and that I went crazy when I couldn’t talk to him, I also realized that this was way more than just a good friendship. I had fallen in love with Lee. I knew it would be too complicated, so I tried to hide it for months and to carry on as if nothing had happened. But the truth just didn’t leave and it got more and more unsupportable for me each day.

So one night, I worked up all my courage and I told him about my feelings. That moment was an awful one, because I really thought I was going to lose him over that. I thought he might think I’ve lost all my sanity. I thought he might say that this just couldn’t be possible. Falling in love over internet is quite critical after all. I really doubted he would ever want something to do with me again.But luckily I was wrong. Lee reacted in such an awesome way. He said we both felt better now that it was out, and that he absolutely wanted to stay friends with me. He said he liked me as a friend but didn’t want a girlfriend at the time.  But he also cared about how I felt about this and told me not to feel guilty whatsoever because we won’t be together. Well, it wasn’t a positive answer, not the one I would’ve dreamed of. But it was a better one than I had expected.

Plus, I NEVER expected him to love me back. So, we tried to let it shoot over us and just move on as usual. He could, but it was very difficult for me.

Then something changed. I started dating some blokes, tried to get my mind off Lee, tried to fall out of love. And he got weird towards me. Suddenly he started cold-shouldering me. It was like talking to a totally different person. The Lee who’d comforted me, calmed me, made me laugh, that I trusted blindly just started belonging to the past. Back then I didn’t know why. He hardly talked to me. And I had no clue what was wrong. I asked him a few times, and soon we started argueing all the time because I told him I had the feeling he was trying to avoid me. I couldn’t accept that he had less time. Even worse, he thought I wasn’t grateful for everything he’d done for me; he was angry because I complained about him not liking me.

One night, we had a terrible row. Lee said he was past caring now that I was questioning our entire friendship, the entire past 6 months we had gotten on so well. We thought it might be better not to keep in touch, well, we didn’t think that actually. But it happened.Lee and me didn’t speak to each other anymore. It was such an awful time for me. At first, I felt kind of free, though. Freed out of that virtual world…I saw the world with new eyes.

But after some time, I realized that something was missing. Something, someone I just couldn’t make it without anymore. And that was Lee. When I laughed, it wasn’t the same anymore. When I cried, it wasn’t the same either. When I was on MSN and saw that he was online without talking to me, I died a hundred times.I felt kind of empty without him. I felt as if a part of me had disappeared. Well, both of us are very stubborn, but after a month or two, I decided to forget about my stubborness for once and make it up to him, because the last thing I wanted was to lose that friendship.

Well, at the beginning we struggled getting along with each other because of all that had happened, but I suppose our friendship was strong enough to hold despite of quite some stuff, and somehow we made it. Our friendship got better and better,  and I was happy.

Happy for having such a wonderful friend.

But one day I noticed something fundamental, something that I didn’t want to notice over all those months: there was only one boy for me and no one else mattered.Well, the thing is, Lee is really one of a kind. He’s a bit special, let me put it that way. He likes joking around a lot, sometimes he makes fun of things you just don’t make fun of, and sometimes he just says the wrong things. A lot of people told me how dumb he was, told me to forget about him, and well, I had tried. It’s true.

I’ve called him an idiot so many times, told him to bugger off; on some days I really hated him and felt like slapping him right in the face…but what am I supposed to do when I realize that I’ve loved him through it all?

When I realize that the other people just don’t have a clue? They don’t. They just can’t imagine what it’s like between Lee and me. They don’t know what we’ve been through. But I, I won’t forget that he’s the one who’s always been there for me when others weren’t. I won’t forget the fact that he makes me laugh, that he makes my day when I feel down.

But most of all, I won’t forget about this trust. There’s hardly anyone I tell as much as I tell Lee. Lee said himself once: “I am your diary.” – It’s true. Once he said he’d like to read my diary, but there’s no point – he knows everything anyway.

Well, apart from one thing of course. That I love him again. Maybe he does know, I tell him from time to time, but somehow I’ve got the feeling that he takes it all for a big joke. How the hell am I supposed to know if he never ever shows his feelings?

Maybe I’m ‘only’ a good friend for him. And our friendship means the world to me, it does. It’s a really really strong friendship that resisted so much already. It resisted when I got on his nerves or when he got on mine…all the time. When I told him I love him the first time. It also resisted when we had all our rows, when we didn’t speak to each other for over a month. It resisted through all the times I hated him. And through all the times I’ve loved him.

Basically, we’ve been to hell and back again, but through it all, he’s always been my best friend. And even more than that. If only I was with him…and there it is again: the fundamental problem I talked about before: the distance.

But probably, we’ll never meet. I’m taking my final exams this year, planning to go to University in England in July 2009. Which is exactly the time when Lee plans to join the army. The timing couldn’t be worse. And that makes me very very sad. I’ve imagined so often what it would be like if we lived in the same town. We could meet up as often as we wanted to. We would probably be even better friends than we are now. And probably we would’ve been long together.

The distance gets more and more unbearable each day…but will we ever have the opportunity to look into each others eyes? Will I ever have the opportunity to hold him in my arms?If this is a story like Romeo and Juliet, I suppose not.

….To be continued?!?….

A month later, right after I started my first semester of college, he saw me on Crystal’s friends’ list on Myspace.com. He remembered me, added me, and we started messaging back and forth. This went on for about a week, but it was three weeks into the semester, he went to the same college, and I had no friends there, so I wanted to get to know him better. I finally got the courage to step it up a notch, and I asked him to add me on Windows Live Messenger (so brave, I know lol). The first night we chatted, I believe it was a Thursday night, our conversation lasted for seven hours!The more I learned about him, as the conversation went on, the more intrigued I was. He was romantic, chivalrous, sweet, thoughtful, and we had so much in common, it was like I had found another me! Absolutely amazing!
I discovered that Crystal had dumped him a few days before. Neither of us believe in rebounds, so we both agreed that if we were going to have any kind of relationship, we would start out as friends, and just see where things went.
We finally called it a night around 3:00 a.m., but not before he asked me out on our first “date,” breakfast at Hardee’s the next morning.

I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep, so I stayed in the dorm computer lab for a while longer. As I messed around on the internet, a young man named Nick Kimmel came into the computer lab. He wasn’t in there for very long, and he asked if I wanted to come back to his room and watch movies. In my Freshman naivete, and eager to make a new friend, I agreed. When we got into his room, I discovered to my horror that he was NOT just being a nice guy, and though I was almost raped, I managed to fight him off and escape to my room, rather shaken but physically unharmed.
I lay in bed that night, crying hard and praying to God (I’m a very religious person) for a good guy, who would love me for who I was and be as much my friend as my lover. I didn’t realize He would answer my prayer so quickly.
I went to breakfast the next morning with Andrew, and we again talked for a very long time. I was nervous at first. He was so tall, around 6′2″, and I was so small, 5′0″. He was a perfect gentleman, though.
As we ate and talked, I studied him. At the age of 22, he was only three years older than me, but he seemed very mature and somewhat old fashioned in his beliefs about life and love. He had what I would call an old soul. I could tell he was growing weary of offering his heart and having it smashed, and he seemed very guarded as well. But he was also friendly, and sweet. We hit it off immediately, and so agreed to go hunting the next Monday when we came back for the next week of classes.
Andrew quickly became my best friend. My first impression of him was accurate at the time, but there was so much more to him than that. He loved  to sing, and we’d do loud, obnoxious duets in the car on the way out to our favorite hunting spots. He was mature and steady when the situation called for it, but he was also very fun loving, and he knew that there are times to be silly and just let go and be yourself. He lived and breathed hunting and fishing, just like I did. We found that getting out and enjoying nature was the one way we could be our closest to the God who created it all.
We did almost everything together: homework, studying, running errands, hanging out, doing all kinds of outdoor activities. We even ended up working together as tutors at the campus student support service. As a side job, he stocked chips and pizzas at Wal*Mart and Hy-Vee, and I’d tag along and help out.
He was so handsome, so funny, so giving, and kind. Not just to me, but to everyone. He was one of those nice guys that everyone overlooked. And I soon realized that I was really growing to care for him, far more than I wanted to admit.

I ended up blurting it out to him one night after he’d had a bad day. We were talking online, like we did every night before we went to bed, and he was upset because he felt like nothing he did was making anyone happy; because all of his friends seemed to be kicking him out of their lives; because no woman would ever just love him for who he was.
And I asked him, “Why can’t you just let me love you?”
His response was no surprise. “YOU LOVE ME???”
I then just threw in the towel and told him everything. How I loved his beautiful blue eyes, his soft brown hair, his contagious laugh, how he could brighten my day with a simple smile. That I loved how I could be my crazy, silly, goofy self, and he may look at me funny for a moment, but soon, he would be right there with me, laughing and joking and having a good time.
I had indeed fallen in love. With my best friend.
He gently told me that while he cared deeply about me, he didn’t quite feel the same way. He was still in a lot of pain from his last relationship and wasn’t sure if he wanted to risk getting hurt again so soon. And I understood completely. I just wanted to be there for him and wanted him to know I cared.

I didn’t realize how hard it would be, though. Things were a little awkward the first couple of days after I had admitted everything to him, but we soon settled back into our old routine. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize how overwhelming my feelings would be, once I knew that he knew how I felt.
To put it mildly, it was Hell. Whoever said, “The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting next to them unable to hold them or kiss them,” knew exactly what they were talking about. What I didn’t realize was that he wasn’t being completely honest with me.
I began noticing some odd behavior. A lingering look into my eyes here, an accidental-on-purpose brush against my arm there. How gently he’d kiss my cheek every time we said good-bye. I’ll never forget one night, in early November. We’d both been so busy all week that we’d barely had time to see each other. I had gone straight home for the weekend instead of spending that Friday night helping Andrew stock chips. My mother was preparing to drive me back up Sunday evening to college, when Andrew called and asked where we were. We told him, and since his town was halfway between my home and my destination, he offered to meet us halfway, and if I helped him stock pizzas and chips at Wal*Mart, he’d drive me the rest of the way to Trenton. Well, my mother dropped me off with him, and we were goofing off after we’d finished stocking. We were in the sporting goods aisle, and I was staring in disinterest at turkey calls when he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, gave me a gentle squeeze and said that he’d missed me. Which resulted in an unbelievable explosion of butterflies, but it was nothing compared to half an hour later as we were preparing to leave.
We were pulling out of the parking lot, had stopped at a stop sign, and I was looking out the window for oncoming cars. I felt Andrew softly touch my cheek with one finger. I turned to look at him, and we gazed into each other’s eyes. “I missed you,” he whispered softly.
“I missed you too,” I whispered back. Then he leaned closer, and gently, oh so gently, we kissed , a kiss that gave me goosebumps and made my heart absolutely melt.
He continued to run his fingers through my hair as we drove out of town, and look at me with such a tender expression on his face that I just knew he had to care more than he was letting on. But it wasn’t until a few nights later, when he was driven to tears, that he finally confessed how he really felt.

Another young man had, for some odd reason, attached himself to me. I had never given him any reason at all to believe that we were more than friends, but one evening at work, right in front of Andrew, the guy told me that he was in love with me, and that upset Andrew greatly.
Andrew lived with his parents about 25 miles away from our college town, and he left for home right after Tim confessed his affections for me. Drew called me on his way and told me that if I wanted to date Tim then that was ok and he’d support me in whatever I decided. But he was crying. Something wasn’t right. I asked him what was wrong and he wouldn’t tell me.
I finally got him to explain everything when he got home and we were talking on Windows messenger. I asked him what he wanted to do the next day, and he said he didn’t care. I asked him if he wanted to go to dinner and then go fishing for a while. He said he had to be home early for dinner, which didn’t make sense because he never had to be home early on Monday nights. So, I asked him why he had to be home for dinner early.
“Randi, there’s a reason I don’t want to do anything with you tomorrow. You want to date Tim and that would make things awkward between us.”
That was news to me. I never said I wanted to date Tim.  Chalk one up for Andrew assuming the worst. I made this clear to Andrew.
Then the truth came out: “Randi, I’m in love with you.”
This was followed by my jaw dropping, me fighting back tears of immense, unfathomable joy, and telling him with everything I had that I loved him too.

Unfortunately, this isn’t where the Happily-Ever-After comes in. See, before Andrew had met me, he’d already basically transferred to another college some 200 miles away, because being a few years older than me, he was already almost done with junior college and was ready for the real thing. And in January he did move.
We didn’t give up though. We only got to see each other a couple of times a month. And it was hard. Myspace, Facebook, Windows Messenger, late night phone calls, the occasional visit and unconditional love are what kept us together.

You may wonder what became of us. I’m happy to say that we’ve been together for two years. A year after Andrew moved to Missouri State, I was able to do the same.
Once again, we are able to do almost everything together. And I mean everything. Andrew really is an amazing man. A diamond in the rough. I’m not saying it’s all roses and rainbows and butterflies. Every couple has conflicts, and we have had some BIG ones. But each challenge we work through only brings us closer together and there’s a very good chance that within the next six months, we’ll be engaged.
Not long ago, I found a list in an old box of things at my parents’ home. It was a list I’d made at church camp years ago of everything I wanted in a man. As I read it, I realized that Andrew was everything on that list.
He has truly made me a better person. I used to be very introverted, shy, timid. I didn’t like being around people and kept to myself until I met My Drew. Now I’m outgoing, love meeting new people and making new friends, and I’m not terrified to take a chance and strike out on my own. Of course he still thinks he is my big protector and if any guy so much as looks at me weird, Andrew asks if he wants me to kick some butt, but that’s understandable lol. (I generally say ”No” to that question, by the way.)
Andrew is my other half. He is the best friend I’ve ever had, and the biggest crush I’ve ever had. He is my comfort when I’m afraid or sad. He is the one person who has always been there for me, no matter the cost or the consequences. He is the love of my life. He is…my knight in shining armor.

If I Could Write a Love Story

If saying forever is naive then I’ll stay naive for the rest of my life

If eternity is stupid, then I’ll be stupid forever

But if it’s for a while then I’ll make our time eternal

So it will never end

- Fabian Herrera

Crash! Right into a Powerade machine, That was the sound I made the first time I realized I loved her we were just kids in the eighth grade but still I knew I loved her ‘’kind of’’ . At the time we were just friends but I knew I wanted to be more than just friends my best friend who has the reasoning of a monkey said ’’go for it’’ I said ‘’yeah easier said than done’’. So I stayed quit never knowing that at the time of the crash she felt the same way. A month passed and I stayed quite never knowing but always wondering. Until she started to write the initials of the guy she liked. I Remember telling her he must be pretty stupid probably the dumbest in the world she would always say yeah he really is. Well One fateful day I woke up with the determination to find out who this mystery guy was. So in one of our classes I started to ask questions about the so called guy without asking distinguishing facts about me she answered all of my questions like if she didn’t know what I was doing. At this point I thought to myself its not me that’s when I showed her my bracelet and told her look these our my initials they mean Fabian Armando Herrera. That’s when I asked her what do yours mean she blushed and didn’t answer. Well the bell rang and I left the class with nothing but despair and a sense of emptiness in the pit of my stomach knowing that I would have to see her in my next class which at this point I felt it embarrassing to be in her presence. As I was walking I told myself I should at least figure out who beat me to the girl who I wanted for so long. I walked into class sat down and pondered about what the initials could mean I looked at my bracelet and then the initials for about five minutes into the class. That’s when the wires in my brain connected. “Its Me’’! “Its Me’’! I shouted as the teacher gave me detention for not shutting up, but I didn’t care I’ll never forget the smile she gave me. But it was to late school was about to end. Summer sucked all I could think about was her. My days were just filled with regret. Days passed my love for her grew. Then school came around I remember that for the first week all I was doing was looking for her. Telling myself please remember me. that’s when I found her I remember all I did was stare into her beautiful brown eyes not realizing she was doing the same and all we said was hi bye and that was it. I remember hitting my head in the Powerade machine all while countless people watched and asked ”is he OK”! as if I was mental at this point maybe I was but I felt like if her feelings for me were gone . Our next encounter was different I was determined to find out if she still liked or if there was hope. I knew I had to be discrete that’s when I blurted out do you still like me, talk about discrete. Anyway she answered no! I felt like my heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Then she told me something I would never forget she said’’ no I don’t like you I love you’’ At this point I screamed to the heavens forgetting that one of her friends was there and that we weren’t alone and how foolish I looked but I didn’t care. Funny thing is I didn’t ask her to be mine till a week later because I wanted it to be unforgettable and it was. September 22,2008 was and is the greatest day of my life. There was this field trip to go to UCLA and watch the football game on Saturday my plan was set. I would go and ask her as we were entering the stadium under the lights the problem was getting the permission slip only one teacher had one left. Man I’ll never forget all the extra homework I had to do to get this thing, But it was worth it. Finally Saturday came I sat right next to her on the bus. Out of this field trip I only remember two things the first was when she said yes the gleaming lights made her eyes sparkle like the full moon above our heads the way her face brightened truly unforgettable. The second thing I remember was our first kiss. It was midnight the busses got delayed and there was traffic going back home like there always is in LA. I kissed her on the forehead and was about to kiss her when she just kissed me it was the most magical kiss ever. People say we’re young and we can’t use the word love but let me tell you if we can’t use the word love who can . So we do know what love is. Funny thing is I said forever she agreed and we’re still working on Wow! if I could write a love story it would go like this.

- Fabian. A .Herrera