Love Lost - Original Writing

We spent our time in each other's company every chance we had. We often went on dates that often included hiking and attending drive-in movies. As our relationship progressed, matters grew serious. She would be leaving to attend Morehead University and I would continue to attend school in Pike County. We both decided that one night, whatever innocence our relationship contained, would be lost. After that, my love for her grew stronger. For me, it felt like our love was made for a movie screen. She was the first girl that I came to truly love and care about. All my past relationships faded away into nothing but silly flings that seemed to not matter anymore. She was all that was on my

So the night I fell in love with "the one," I was not under the influence of anything except love itself. We talked briefly at the party, met up at the bar, and danced three perfect dances. He was

She was nice and pretty. But, they had nothing in common. He liked her, but it was a horrible relationship because they weren’t meant to be together. He would try to bond, but they had nothing to bond over. After taking her to a ComicCon, and seeing how she clearly didn’t enjoy it at all, he realized that they needed to break up. He didn’t want to have a hard conversation with her but he did. One day after class they were walking around and he talked with her. He ended up with a hand mark on his face and felt horrible for a few days. He felt better afterwards. Before long he met someone else. Someone who was like the female version of him. Of course, he asked her out and they started dating. Within months, they were happily married.

His lips landed roughly on yours, stealing the air from your lungs and leaving your mind empty, devoid of all thoughts except one. Your hands tangled in his thick hair, tugging as you felt your body burn with sudden heat. His teeth nipped roughly at your neck before his lips lavished it with attention, making your body demand his. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you sighed in sweet resignation. You hadn't seen him in three days and it looked like he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

We walked in a comfortable silence before I made us stop outside the school library, I need to know what he remembers and how he feels about me. “Um, Camilla, I'm pretty sure is this the library, not the science lab.” “Uh. It's camEEla. And I know, I just.” I took a deep breath before I continued. “Do you remember anything about us, or how you were in school before the accident?” “Um. N-no. Not really. Why?” “Well. Um. I'm gonna tell you everything, but can you do me a favor and try not to ask any questions until after I finish telling you everything?” “Yeah of course.” “Um. Okay. Well, for starters, I'm your girlfriend, and you used to be a really bad person. We both were, but you were worst than me. You would lock people in their locker, shove people for no reason when they walked past you, and one time you got suspended for going into the girl’s locker room and taking all their clothes and putting it in the cafeteria. And before you were attacked I was gonna break up with you because you were a real jerk and the feelings that I had for you aren’t there anymore, and now I don’t know what to do because I know that you’re not the same person you were before and I think I have feelings for someone else bu-” “Camila. slow down, I think we should break up too, at least for now. Until I get situated with actually being conscious. I mean, you’re beautiful and

He proceeded to take out containers of food. We had a picnic in the middle of a forest. The smell of crisp air and rich soil, the evening light shining through the leaves. It was all so romantic. He told me he was an artist. I asked what he painted and he said everything. I wanted to see one of his paintings. We got lost in time together and I felt so comfortable with him. I didn’t worry about anything in that moment, I didn’t even worry about how much I had to eat. I didn't worry about the controlling husband waiting on the couch for me at home, watching night time television. I was serene for once. On the way home we passed a bakery and decided to stop for some cake. I picked a piece of red velvet cake with fluffy white icing. It was rich and smooth and as I ate I thought about how I could live in this moment forever.

Our story begins like any other love story out there. He is a country boy lives in the Midwest of the states, and I’m a city girl was born in Vietnam. One day, he decided to follow his dream, and move to Vietnam, and at the same time I had to leave my country to go to the states with my family. On that summer day in Vietnam, we ran into each other at the airport. A guy with the deep voice, looked into my eyes and asked if I was okay. Suddenly, my heart beat faster and I lost my mind for a second when I looked into his blue eyes. We had a short conversation, then say goodbye and walked in two different directions.

October 8, 2015, was the first band concert of the year. I always enjoy band concerts. A group including Justin Hansen, who was dating Tori at the time, Brette Bryant, Tori and me all decided to go to Cook-Out really quickly. As we pulled in Tori pointed to Henry’s car and explained how it broke down earlier and how he was upset. I thought it would be nice if we left him an encouraging note on the windshield of the car, so he would see when we went to retrieve the car later that night. They all agreed that was a good idea, so we all wrote personalized notes on a sheet of notebook paper and left it. That night after the concert, Henry sent me a text thanking me for the note. He told me how he really needed the encouragement. At that moment, I figured it would be a great time to tell Henry I liked him. I wasn 't completely sure that I liked him, but I knew I enjoyed him slightly more than just a friend. Much to my surprise, he told me he felt the same way about me. He was actually jealous when he saw how much I liked Wallace, and wished it was him. That made me feel great, because I never knew the boy in my Latin 2 class, felt the same way. As a result, we had a mutual agreement that we would attempt a relationship. I never truly saw a future for us the way he saw and by the third week, I cut off whatever we were. I tried to explain to him how I felt,

"He hypnotized me the first night. It’s like I got lost in some state of limbo and when he framed me he released me. I never liked him from the day I met him, but he worked witchcraft on me.”

My soul knew, the instant that I saw him, that it was finally complete. Only for an instant, I was worried that I was falling in love alone. But then, I saw that spark. That same spark resided in his slate grey eyes that I could feel in my own.

He looked at me, it was so intense. He took a step forward and put his hands on the sides of my face, he held me still, just in case I’d like to move away, which I didn’t. He slowly grabbed my hair with one hand and tugged it, moving his hand down my neck and pulling me toward him. My lips parted and my eyes closed, the anticipation made my breathing shallow and fast. I would have melted if he hadn’t kissed me soon, and he did. The rest of the world was forgotten, I was dizzy and my legs trembled. But as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended. He turned around and left the room without saying a word. Dumbfounded and thrilled at the same time, I stayed were he left me for a few minutes, still feeling his lips on mine, still tasting him.

I hadn't been able to tell him what I had planned to before this happened; I was in love him. It had just happened, the first swellings popping up a year ago. They grew stronger and stronger over time, no matter what I did. Eventually, even when he flicked his hair,

His name was Jake. I have known him for every single year of his nearly 16 year life span. We have formed a very strong relationship that is growing each day. He began to stare longer and longer and I still stared right back at him. He walked into the room and flipped the lightswitch. The lights glared onto his face. He opened his dull brown eyes wide and stared directly at me. I stared right back at him with the same dull eyes. His hair flopped down and he used his hand to push it back.. As he moved, I moved with him. As he stared for longer, I started to talk to him.

When our palms connected he gently lifted my hand up to his mouth and kissed it. Those butterflies fluttering inside my stomach once again, I looked over and asked, “why does everyone call you Lefty?” He smiled and said, “Lefty is just a nickname, abbreviation of my full name. It is a traditional Greek family name and instead of trying to make everyone pronounce my name correctly, I just say my name is Lefty.” “At least it is more exciting than my boring name,” I responded all the while smiling from ear to ear. This man seems as perfect face to face as he did on the phone. Charming, personality, enticing good looks, and he feels so strong. Just from holding his hand, I can feel the power surge from him. A childlike innocence came over me as I start gushing over this man like a teenage girl. This man has me and he doesn’t even know it

I don’t like to talk about my past but I’m willing to make an exception for this in an attempt to move forward. I’m going to be completely honest with you. I’m comfortable talking about this now but when I was a lot younger I was attacked by a person holding a knife to my head. I froze unable to move. I was scared to death. I was unsure with what to do. That day I felt like I was hopeless. I was completely unable to do anything for what I feel lasted forever. I thought my life flashed before my life. When my body well, I’m not sure what happened but I kinda punched the person and ran away. The words haunt me to today “Hey kid want to see heaven.” Yea umm don’t grow up in Compton it’s a bad idea 0 outta 10 would never recommend. The one