My Love Story

When my younger daughter wrapped up her end credits with a jubilant ‘the end’, I asked her, “do you want to share another story

On October 13th, 2013 I met the man of my dreams his name is Justin Fever, and he forever changed my life. I knew him in high school, he was the quiet guy and I was the popular gal. We actually went to the same college, and he sent me “DMs” and always Tweeted Me. His messages stated, ….. In college we didn’t have any classes, but he asked me out for dinner, and I said yeah, sure. We met for dinner at Sparrows Tavern in New York, highly expensive, but scrumptious. He made a joke about us two having a thing for each other. I panicked, and said “no” casually, because history has taught me that only bad things happen from there. As I slowly walked to my car on the way home, I relived every moment of this magical evening. He could be my soul mate, I thought.

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

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,

The next day I had heard Patrick was in the hospital overnight with alcohol poisoning. I was secretly glad, he deserved it. Normally, Patrick and I would figure out our plans together, but he didn’t text me at all that Saturday night. I had just assumed he was still feeling ill from that morning. At school the next Monday I didn’t see him all day until I was standing in the lunch line. He walked right past me and went all the way to the back to sit with the popular group. They laughed at him and called him “pukey” when he sat down. I got my lunch and decided to sit with my real friends that

Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.

I had feelings for Gerard, and had since the band began. But I can't tell him something that like, we had a friendship that was like no another. I loved it, and I couldn't ruin it. Me and Gerard both had our fair share of drinks before the show. So we were slightly out of it. I walked over to him, and kissed him. To my surprise he kissed back. Of course we had to make it quick. I had a guitar solo coming up soon and he needed to continue to sing. The crowd cheered. I winked at Gerard, but he shot his head down to look at the crowd. I looked back to Mikey staring me dead in the eyes. I had kissed his

Two stand in the center, one yearns for the power to not be a burden, the other wishes for the power to lift any hardship, yet both walk together, the strings of many emotions tying them together. As they stand together in me, they stood together outside of me. Mayhaps they, together, might stay here intertwined for a lifetime. Even now, though, a force pushes against my walls like the swelling tide of a raging sea, fully intent on shattering my fortifications, but I shall not let it. I will not let him steal my family.

Heartbroken or not, there was no way in hell I was going to school tomorrow. There was no way I was going to school after Jonathan broke up with me in front of all my friends and then proceeded to push me into a pool. Our short lived relationship was more of a fling, if you can even have a fling without kissing or anything. Anytime we’d try something he would start praying at me, telling me the big man in the sky wouldn’t approve. I thought it was ridiculous. But not only did Jonathan break up with me and push me into pool, he pushed me into a pool when I had a white shirt on. I didn’t want to go to school, I didn’t want to face the whole junior class who had seen through the stupid white shirt that I wasn’t even planning on wearing.

When the bell rings, the thought of Zayn kicking him to America is honestly the only thing keeping Louis from running out of the building.

2 years passed, Neil still gone. Me, still heartbroken. It was the same night I lost Neil I decided to have some girls over, we laughed, drank and sung our hearts out. For once I finally felt like myself again. Soon we were all so intoxicated that I didn’t remember what happened next, all I know is that one thing led to another and I was now apart of the biggest known dating website. All I could say was I guess it couldn’t hurt? My daughters Annie who was 7 and Hazel who was 9 couldn’t stop laughing when I told

In “The Love of My Life” China character reflects to an irrational young teenage girl, she is an intelligent girl that tries to have good grades and be on top of her class. China was raised from rich parents, she didn’t have to worried about money nor paying for college. She was a spoiled young girl that also, got everything she had ever requested. China cared for people’s opinions and wanted to represent her family’s name in a good well-spoken way. China was controllable along with needing to do things by her approach. China felt in love with a guy named Jeremy, a type of emotion that could be consider destructive fondness.

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

The typical love story would start with the sun blaring down; rays of sunlight finding their way through the green leaves with heat prickling his skins like hot needles. It was to be expected, it was summer after all. The wooden bench was warm under his touch, and he was thankful that it wasn’t made from iron or else, he couldn’t sit there and wait. It was already near the end of August yet the summer heat seemed to be lingering longer than usual. Sweats started dripping down his back and the thin tank top he was wearing was starting to stick to his skin, making the lad groaned in discomfort. He was never made for hot weather like these but then again he was neither made for the cold as well. So the only thing he could do was sighing at the misfortune of his body’s toleration with the temperature of his surroundings. He was about to pull out his phone to check the time for the nth time when a sudden hand gripped his shoulder, jolting him in the surprise. A low chuckle left from the lips of the intruder and he could feel the butterflies in his stomach flutter about. Frowning, he turned to his head to the other. “You’re late!” Tyler whined, pout replacing the former frown. The Black-haired laughed, plopping down on the empty space beside the smaller lad. “I’m sorry, the lecturer held us back for a bit to discuss an assignment.” His hand reached into his pocket and pull out a chocolate bar, dangling it in front of Tyler’s face. “Take it and wipe that ugly look on your face. You

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.