My Love Essay

She held her Daisies and looked me in the eyes. Her cheeks were red like roses and her eyes were bright under the moonlight and stars above. It was the happiest I had ever seen her. This made me happy because I only took a day and a half to plan this and I only had to buy flowers and poster board. I walked her to her car and hugged her and kissed her goodbye. It’s amazing how simple things can make someone’s day an amazing one. As she looked at me through the window I could tell what she was thinking. She didn’t have to be upset. She knows that

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

Now I leave you for a few moments to admire how happy you are, also to admire your beautiful hands. And when we come back I want that beautiful, confident feeling to travel with you to the Present and to the Future and make it stay with you forever.

When I'm around you and your smile, I tend to get the butterflies, you make me so happy, you've healed my broken heart and sealed the cracks with your love, everytime you smile, kiss me, hold me, tell me you love me and hold my hand, I am reminded of how lucky I am and how amazing you truly are I guess you can say that i'm giving you my heart to hold and all the love I could possibly give

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.

I looked at you in the eye, at my sisters sixth birthday, you looked at me back with a confused face, your eyes grew old, sad and frustrated. You wanted to remember but your brain wouldn’t let you. I wish I could've gotten to know you, hug you, and tell you I loved you before you forgot.

We met down at the Chocolate Café pretty late because we had to work around her schedule. And as I sat there talking to her, about things I haven’t thought about for years, I felt content. Even though the nostalgia of the situation was bittersweet, I enjoyed it. I needed closure to move on with my life, so I didn’t keep thinking about where I would be if she had stayed. We talked about everything that we missed about life back then; about sleepovers, about spilled chocolate sundaes, about runaway trains.

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.

We had a lot of fun at first. Taking each other to our favourite places; all those secret hideouts in the forest, the breathtaking views over the river. The cliche stuff I’d imagined every couple would do. You were sweet, too. Offered to take me on dates, buy me flowers, chocolate, all that fancy stuff. But your company was always enough.

Lying here I am waiting. Twenty minutes ago I was fighting the cold air from reaching her. Now I am lying here waiting for her to sweep the last crumb left behind from breakfast. In a quick motion I am picked up and swung around her shoulders. I am her place holder, when her family is just out of reach I am there. Which brings me to how our paths became intertwined, it was 2010, it seems so long ago. She went on a field trip and came back and plopped down beside me explaining how wonderful it was. I saw it then, I saw the determination in her eyes, the sparkle I saw so many other times before. The sparkle only showed up when her heart had consumed an idea and would not rest until it was accomplished. Everyday after that it was a routine to

Seeing you everyday and making memories that I know I won’t ever forget, us texting from 10 am to 3 in the morning daily, and making promises that later would be broken. I shouldn’t have been so naive. I should have kept my guards up because you broke me. You left me scarred, and as cliche as that sounds, it’s true. I’m completely different now. You tore every feeling from my soul and didn’t give it back. What made you change on me? What did I do wrong for you to stop loving me? I was so dependant on that love. I needed that love. I had such a strong endearment for you, but you just took that away too. You promised me you wouldn’t change but you did. You actually made me believe for once I could be loveable. Not just in a romantic way, but just in general, because no one has ever made me feel loved. Not my mom, not my dad, not anyone. Until you came along to give me light in my dark, dark world. You soon became a burned out lightbulb, and left me in the dark once again. I just want you to know though, that my love for you was

I was frightened that first time you reached out and took my hair into your grasp. I trembled in fear. My heart felt like it was going to explode inside my chest.

You never cried like most puppies do that first night home; you slept snuggled up in my arms like you did so many nights to come.

(6 years too late to say but nothing says holiday cheer like bringing up the past, huh?) You not only were my first love, but honestly, there was not one day that I even thought I deserved a girl/woman like you. Every day I couldn't believe that someone as beautiful, thoughtful, funny and caring as you would ever want anything to do with a clown like me. And yet, you

On our one and only trip to California together, when I turned 16, your best friend had two outside trailers and we each got our own to reside in for the week. I crawled out of bed not even an hour into parting from you and knocked on your trailer door, telling you I was afraid, but I wasn't. You were happy to let me sleep in yours and I was happy to be with you, even as you snored wildly into the night.