My Love In My Life

I reached my hand out trying to try and grab it, when suddenly my heart felt like it had sunk to the pit of my stomach, I was falling. It felt endless as I fell through the ground. Almost like I was at the edge of a cliff, while I reached out I just fell off. It was strange, the feeling gave me chills so I closed my eyes shut just as I had landed. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a huge screen the size of a wall. I saw myself in my kitchen, hiding from when my parents and siblings were having dinner last night. Wherever I looked it was there. I tried to look away but the screen followed, even when I closed my eyes, the memory kept replaying. Over and over again my memories of my family seeming to ignore me, being better off without me I thought. However, I couldn’t hear a thing they were saying, it was just me watching my life from another perspective. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to make the image

Weather can create many mix of emotions that may confuse anyone. A story that can relate to this is “The Love of My Life” by T.C. Boyle which illustrates the theme of weather and its connection to love. Weather always have some sort of connection with humans’ emotion regardless the person’s situation. In “The Love of My Life” the main characters Jeremy and China show their love through moments of certain weather.

I feel as if it has been days but I know it has only been a few minutes. At moments like this I like to daydream. I've been doing a lot of that lately. My mom says daydreaming is just a way to distract you from reality or “the real world.” My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the yelling of what appeared to be a masculine voice. I didn't know what they were screaming but I knew that it couldn't be something good. Moments later I felt a rough jerk causing me to fly forward. I couldn't keep track of what was going on because everything was happening so fast. I felt a sharp pain in my head. My vision began to get dark. Darker and darker.. Soon it was all black and my body was numb.

I would awake in a darkness that was consuming me. Not knowing where I was, how old I may be, or even who the hell I was. It was like an out of body experience, yet I was not outside viewing down, instead I was viewing through eyes I did not know. No thoughts entered my mind, no day dreams, no memories, it was lonely, cold, and distant. During those times I would see someone or something, and it was as if a small thread that glowed in the darkness, beckoned me, begging for me to grasp a hold of it. Except, no matter how many times I would reach out to that thread and try to grab it, it would disappear as soon as it appeared, leaving me in the darkness once more.

I was a sophomore in High School in New Haven , Michigan when In school I decided to walk home and skip school, my house was empty at the time so I decided to go into my room and take a nap and that’s when it happened for the very first time. I had awakened and I felt this heavy weight on my body and another feeling that I can only describe as if someone is lying on top of me, forcing me down (hence holding my whole body down) holding my lips and eyelids shut. I could hear though. This lasted for about 10 seconds. During these 10 seconds all sorts of thoughts started running through my mind questioning the reality of this phenomenon and even extended to states where I

Why are teenagers falling in love in their age? Is there a specific reason? Probably, there is not a definite reason. “The love of my life’’ is the one very knowledgeable article for early age relationship peers that represent a real social problem in modern society. Jeremy and china are main character that represent teenager’s role in this article. They have an immature love in each other because they have the physical relationship by looking movie and behavior from parents, however; they don’t attention on potential dangerous in the future of their life. In “The love of my life’’ Boyle explores the idea that decisions made during one’s teenage years affect one’s adulthood.

Throughout my life, I have been through many difficult times in my life. At only eighteen, I never thought that I would fall in love with an addict, who opened my eyes and changed my life. I now firmly believe that facing difficult challenges in life brings you closer to those you love while learning about who you are as a person.

I grew fearful by the minute. As I walked into the night, I wondered what my mother would say. I broke curfew, again. And my mother is as strict as an Asian parent can get. I could never understand her overprotective nature. It had grown extreme to the point where I couldn’t enjoy the little things in life. As frustrated as I was, my mother wasn’t always overprotective to this extent though. She grew extremely weary a few years ago when my father and brother both died of brain tumors within the span of a year. It was easily the worst year a family could ever endure. Every day after my brother and father died, I would pretend to be strong, not for my sake, but because someone had to hold the family together when my mother was falling apart.

The type of people I enjoy spending time with are real down to0 earth people who like to have fun. I love to hang around people that are brave enough to do more things than me. Someone who is not scared to take risks in life, but also knows there limit as well. Not saying that I love people who gets in to trouble all the time, but they help you to be more open- minded to life. Those people like that can look back one day and not regret any chances that they talked about taking and never did. People whom live in the moment and not worry about what tomorrow might bring. I love real genuine, caring people who is not scared to speak their mind. Special qualities that not only will they hurt with the truth, but they are also there to pick you up when you fall. Having people like that in your life is a blessing meeting people with real loyalty is rare. Those are once in a lifetime people that you may not get a chance to meet every day. I have always been a shy person, but only shy until you meet me. Anyone who has ever got to know me personally knows how hard I love for people and care for them, always a shoulder to cry on, as well as a “honest ear”. I tend to always care what people say and how they judge me. That’s why I only enjoy certain qualities in people, someone who can bring me out my shell at times. Always having someone to tell me how the sky is the limit, and you are open to become whatever you want in the world. With anyone,

At first introduction I am seen as perpetually cheerful and high energy. Coworkers, friends and acquaintances recognize quickly that I am fiercely competitive, passionate about my work, and easily classified as Type A personality. It is clear from my Instagram account I am obsessed with the outdoors; from skiing and hiking to mountain biking and camping, I search for adventure as often as possible. My Facebook is littered with photos of my four-year-old’s choice in outfits and silly quotes showing her viewpoint on the world. (“I’m a strong, interpendent woman!” is a recent favorite.) What many people don’t know, however, is the laundry list of traumas and tragedies I have endured. I often get the shocked deer-in-the-headlights look when someone finds out both my parents died within two years of each other. When it comes out that I married young to escape my emotionally abusive mother, just to realize my husband was also abusive, the comment is usually on how courageous it must have been to file for divorce and leave with my young toddler in tow. It is not uncommon to hear the exclamation, “But how are you so happy still?” after hearing of my multiple miscarriages.

“Pitter-patter, pitter-patter”, my 20 years old uncle holding the umbrella for me, while I am busy shedding tears. About 0.6 miles of walking in this extremely muddy road, to get to our car. Plenty of people from our village were crying and following us to the car, it almost felt like there was a death in the family. It was a dream for everyone but a nightmare to me. My heart kept yelling at me saying “look back he’s here”, I knew it was lying but I was compelled to look back. He wasn’t there, I looked back, he wasn’t there, I looked back, he wasn’t there. My 12 years old heart was begging to Allah to see him for one last time, but you don’t get what you always want. We left for Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, it was a 5-hour car ride, which I was unconscious, during most of it. I had no idea about America, nor the difference between “America and the U.S”. All I knew was, the life would be better in America. Though I wasn’t excited about coming here at all because I would have to leave the love of my life. My family assumed that I wasn’t serious about our relationship, but he meant so much to me. I would go to sleep saying “you love me or not, I love you”. Someone once said, “you will know what true love is when you can give someone without expecting anything in return”. I was crying nonstop before the day of our flight. Just the thought of not seeing the one person, whom you gave the most valuable thing from your little life, was hunting me down, every time I inhaled and

January 1, 2013 is the day my life changed. I'm from a small town in Florida where everybody knew everybody and everybody else's business. I knew everybody’s car, house, address, and about every phone number. It was safe to say that for the first thirteen years of my life, I travelled nowhere and didn't see anybody but the everyday faces in this town. I learned to love this town mostly because I was comfortable. I didn't have to worry about not knowing where I was going or not knowing people. It was simple. It was my small town. On January 1, 2013, my dad woke my two brothers and I up for our what seemed daily talks. He sat us down in our family room and said “Do y’all want to move to Mexico?” Our family room had never been so quiet not only because who the hell just asks that but we knew he was serious. Being thirteen, I jumped up and said “absolutely!”. My younger brother, who was 11, also said “why not?”. But my older brother, who was 15, turned my dad’s idea down quick mostly because he was dating “the love of his life” at the time. Through much convincing and debating, we moved to Cancun, Mexico on March 1, 2013.

As a little girl I thought I would live a happily ever after life just like in the movies.

I feel like i'm out of my mind. My world keeps spinning off course into darkness, problems, losses and feeling alone in my world. I feel myself drowning. Who can relate? I just don’t wanna be here anymore, i just wanna kill myself. I’ve been praying for someone to love me to take me into their home to accept me who i am. I want to find a reason to live to till the end. I want to find a lover to be happy for once in life. I don’t want anyone to be disappointed at me for being who I am and what I prefer in life. I feel myself moving in this world, traveling to find someone searching each corner, inch per inch, trying my best in life.

There’s usually not a lot of words that I could use to describe myself whenever people ask me to tell them about who I am, but for this letter I’ll make it work! I guess I could start by telling you a few things about my family, so here I go. I live with both of my parents and siblings in a quite small house with a German Shepherd dog. As you know, both of my siblings--- Augustus and Ellen--- graduated here in DMCI a few years ago. They’re doing really great in university, well except when they have exams because they tend to stress a lot. I’ve done many things with my siblings, and I guess that’s the reason why I got to know and got the chance face my fears. As for my parents, they exposed me to different things in life that I could potentially love or hate, which is what made me who I am today. While everyone else made me realize the important things in life and that is living your life to the fullest, just like the summer I had this year.