The Secret Love

We got really, really drunk so I kind of didn’t go home yet. I am sending this message from my phone at ten o'clock here at Fabi’s apartment. When we mentioned we were going to get a taxi together she got all worried saying "Of course I won’t let you all get a taxi right now, it’ll take almost half an hour." we ended

When she saw who was at the door, her eyes got big and she backed up as though I had the plague. She let me talk to her for about 30 minutes. And when I asked why she no longer wanted to speak to me, she said, “As time went on, I noticed your behavior had become increasingly inappropriate.”

My elementary days were coming to an end. We were graduating soon. I discovered everything I wanted know from Annie. I was actually one of her best friend. Someone who would never betrayed her and sincerely congratulate her on every success. After graduation, she gave me a hug and told me she will miss me. She was the first person to hug me. Sadly, I never saw her

There are times I miss you so much, I wish I could remember where I hid your body. I remember the night, cold and dark. An owl hoots in the distance. If only I could remember where you were. I always liked the night and so did you. Every week we took walks through the forest behind Old Man Smith’s home and talked about what had happened that week. All of that changed once you started dating her. First, you stopped walking with me then you stopped talking to me. In the end, you stopped noticing me in general. I was jealous. I mean who wouldn’t be; you were perfect. Dark hair swept back, tan skin, deep blue eyes. Everything perfect. But she took you away from so I got revenge. I wanted to kill her but I thought of something else that would cause her more pain. After a month of plotting, I realized I didn’t care about you at all anymore, but I still wanted her to pay. Sometimes I regret what I did. She still seems to be happy even though I took you away from her like she did to me. That night that I invited you to walk with me I thought you would reject me but to my surprise, you agreed. Revenge is going to be sweet tonight, I told myself. I went home and put together a backpack. Bug spray, an extra jacket, a water bottle, and a serrated knife went into the backpack. I met you behind the rickety barn on Old Man Smith’s property like we used to. I smiled at you and you did your once cute smirk back at me. You held out your hand and I reluctantly took it. Hand in hand we strolled through the forest. You told your cheesy jokes and I

Throughout the years of high school we always had about two or three classes together. But that year was different we only had one class. She was still my friend so of course we still would hang out. But one day Asia and I were walking to class together talking about our upcoming birthdays and what we were thinking about doing. She was born on September 29, 1997 and mine is on October 3rd but I was born a year before her. Her birthday was the next week so she was really excited, I couldn’t stop her from talking about it every day in class. No sooner than that I haven’t talked to her on that weekend because her phone was off. On Sunday my other friend Tianna (yes we have the same name spelled differently) called me crying hysterically and I was trying to figure out why and what was wrong. She finally comes out and tells me Asia was being sent to the hospital I asked why but she doesn’t know. I told her that she needed to calm down and that Asia did have asthma maybe she could have had a bad attack or something. But most likely she was going to be alright because she was a very strong girl. She was probably going to be back in school Tuesday or Wednesday. We hung up and I prayed that everything was going to be alright and she was going to make it

When I was in the bad group, she had tried to reach out to me. In our health/P.E. class she would help me with homework and questions I had. But outside of class, she didn’t exist in my mind. Looking back now, I didn't remember her being in my class. She knew that I had used her but still helped me because in her 6th grade year she had had no friends and struggled. She was really a good friend and always looked past stupid things that I may have done. She always stuck by me, no matter what the situation and helped me get back on my feet. She and I are not always together in school, but we know that we always have eachothers

Leaving the station, I was exhausted after spending overtime getting caught up in a major robbery case and writing reports for the day. Looking at my watch, quarter to nine I thought, surprised at how late it was. Knowing that she’d still be waiting, I drove home as quick as I could. Entering through the door, I was greeted by Mary, like always, but this time she looked very worried about my whereabouts.

So still clueless to what's going on I'm rushing home to check on her and I get another phone call from her . Saying we need to talk so I come

I smiled as he drove off and asked me if I wanted to go anywhere, I shook my head no. He asked me if it was okay for him to go to Tim Horton’s real quick to get a coffee since it was so close to where he had picked me up from. Of-course I said yes, so we drove off and I controlled the aux cord. We got there and when he finished his order he asked me if I wanted anything. I said I was fine but he insisted and purchased me a coffee. I didn’t like to drink coffee but I pretended to enjoy it. After we received our order, he drove me home and I thanked him for the coffee and ride. After that, I slowly opened my front door and snuck back in. I tiptoed up to my room trying my best not to make any noise. I walked into my room and changed into comfortable clothes and finally rested my eyes. As I was about to fall asleep, my phone buzzed. It was the guy who dropped me off home. I swiped my finger across my phone to open it and glanced at the text message that read, “thank you for knowing you could call me.” I silenced my phone and placed it on my dresser. I closed my eyes and finally fell

This day was a special day, I was building up the courage to some how to get Amanda’s number. I began talking to her while in the first

"In a perfect world, when he's with her, he would be wishing he was with me; when he looked at her, he would be looking at me; when he smiled at her, his smile would be for me; when he thought about someone, he would be thinking about me. In a perfect world, he would realize that I'm the one he was supposed to be with & I would still be standing here waiting for him still when he finally knows this. But this isn't a perfect world and people do get hurt. Because how can you give your dreams to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the truest love is the love that can never be"

She was very nice, sweet and friendly. I invited her to my house, we hung out to other places outside of school and she was VERY shy there too. 1 year passed, we chatted through Facebook and we made videocalls through Skype and watched movies together. It was great, because she was a good listener and I started telling her my inner secrets. She was also a great advisor and a great friend; she never betrayed me or failed in being a good friend. Now, we're in Senior year, and we're the bestest friends ever. And I REALLY am grateful of having her in my life - she literally made me a better person and made me feel hopeful again... This is just a shoutout to everyone who reads this; people can be more awesome than you think, and they can even change your

I escorted her to her car and watched as she drove off into the night. Roger, it was about to start all over again. The courting, the dating, the ups and downs, the figuring out of a woman who had captured my mind. A woman that I wanted to hug. A woman that I wanted to kiss. A woman that I wanted to know mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I made my way to my car and got in starting the engine. A new journey was about to

I don’t know how it happened. She was my best friend. She was someone I called my sister! We made plans together… as just friends. Of course at the time, she was, what I’d like to call, “in love” with her girlfriend, so we never considered the idea of being together. We’d planned to be each others Maid of Honor, her marrying her girlfriend of three years and me

A few days later, once Ta (Ms. South Carolina) got back, she hit me up explaining that she waited for me to come and fell asleep. I was salty (disappointed in Philly slang). For the next following weeks, Tam and I started pen-palling and sending pictures to one another. She was digging a bro. Ta was in her last year of high school when we met. She went on to Spellman College for Girls in Atlanta. I began long distance calling her on the house phone. The phone bill had skyrocketed and my parents were going crazy. E was finally in love. Ms. Bee tried to convince me to only write letters. I did, but it wasn’t enough. The letters were coming in weekly with flattering pictures of Tam. She was gorgeous. Kea said to me that I