You-Made Me Meaning

The door slammed shut and we were both on the verge of tears; as I held her tightly in my arms we discussed everything that had just unfolded. What would become of our relationship? Emma's parents despised me as if their daughter was in love with Satan himself. We were both from completely different ends of society, but our love was inseparable, or so it seemed. Emma explained that even though she loved me we were just too different. After hours of conversation, we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant the following day to discuss the future of our love. As I continue to reminisce, I lie wide awake, in a paralysed state, worrying about what tomorrow may bring. I know deep down in my heart that once that shining star dies so will I. Without her, I have no reason to live, no reason to continue fighting the cruel battle of life. Thus, if I lose my one and only angel there will be no hope, no light just a deep dark meaningless void filled with despair and suffering. However, despite the heartbreak and lack of light, I continue to cling to that last bit of thread, that last bit of hope, that last bit of

It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream. Oh! You have made me so unhappy with your indifference. Oh! I have suffered, suffered! Now you are here we shall love each other, my Robert. We shall be everything to each other.”

I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old oak I sit at the base of. There’s no use in dwelling in what I can’t change. I fold the paper back in my dress pocket and walk into the field. I used to think there was beauty in the way that the grass grows in the street; standing low next to the

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

I loved you more than I loved myself. Not even, I was in love with you, and you broke my heart by breaking it off between us without even blinking an eye. When I called you on the phone a couple hours later, you sounded like you absolutely hated me, and that hurt even more. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not trying to sound like a victim. I’m sure you hurt or were hurting too.) We used to talk just about everyday for the past year or so. Not talking to you everyday is so strange. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time. Whenever something happens - whether good or bad - and want to run to tell you about it. I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I also lost my real best friend, and my first real, true love. I really thought you were the one. After all, we were talking about going on a mini vacation by ourselves in the summer. You were supposed to come to my Abuela’s wedding and spend your 20th birthday with

While I was a lost boy in a dream world, that was only filled of you and me together. I know you saw this. Ill still have a dream world but I want it to be one we both create together, I know you have a brilliant mind. You will always light me up like the sun. Thats the best dream world I can possibly imagine and it basically makes me cry like a kid, because I only bring out the best in me. I know its probably odd being the center of my universe or a heavy burden.. but don't let it be, its pretty simple in my head and my love for you is unconditional and always will be, the good and the bad. I've only held you the closest to me above all others always, because you are my heart.

Thatcher you once asked me why I was with you and at the time all I could think of was, well because I loved you. Since then I’ve been thinking about it and i’ve come to the conclusion that the reason I am dating you is……..You have become my reason to be happy every single day. You are seriously the only reason I enjoy coming to school every day. The minute you walk in that door I am instantly filled with happiness. Every time I miss school I just miss you so bad I can’t even put it into words. Without you I don’t know what I’d do with myself I would probably mope around all day. I can be the real Makayla around you. I can be silly around you and I don’t feel like I have to be something I’m not around you. Before you I was this fake happy and

I started using my new typewriter to type this up right when I got home, but I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now. You’re my best friend and I know that you didn’t want me to fall out of the tree. I don’t care what you think you wanted to do, or what anyone else thinks you did. You’ve been my best friend for so long, and I know that you wouldn’t have wanted this to come upon me. I started thinking about when came into the infirmary. I remember that you wanted to tell me something, but got kicked out of the room before you could. I know what you wanted to tell me, and I know it isn’t true. You would have said to me, “It was my fault,” and it’s not true. You don’t deserve that on your conscience, thinking that you broke

I remember the day that I was introduced to you. I remember crying and worrying about my future. I hated knowing of your existence. You always followed me wherever I went. I always knew you were there, but you would vanish the moment I looked for you. I hated you all my life, yet you remained unaffected by my actions.

I’m one of your most honest friends, Andy, and, no offense, but dude, he died like, a hecka’ long time ago. You tellin’ us we need to go to some mountain in god knows where to help you cry over your daddy is about as stupid as Miley Cyrus’ comeback into media.” I stare into his desolate, dark, black eyes. “Is that really how you feel Jack?”, I ask him. He looks at me almost, understandingly. “Yes, Andy. I wouldn’t lie to you. I know your dad meant a lot to you, but you have to let go”. I look at the crowd of my friends faces, “Who else feels this way? Come on, just raise your hand”. Everyone except for Sarah raises their hand. “Sarah.”, I speak directly to her. “Yes, Andronicus?”, she replies. I give her the same look of desperation that I gave Jack, “How would you feel about coming with me to Mt. Polaris?” I disparagingly ask her; she looks at me and smiles, “I would love

I know if I act like this again it will bothered you, perhaps this will also make you more keep the distance with me but I also don't know how to hide it because trying to lie to myself is more painful. I've been trying not to think about you, but I can't. I feel like an idiot at this time, don't know what to do. I know it will make nonsense for you. You now that I still have high hopes, but I'm really desperate with this problem, it made me depressed, my insomnia getting worse each days. I think its all my faults and I deserves for this. I think Van Gogh are right, he said that "Sadness will last forever" in his suicide letter. May be this is my faults not treat you well and I'm sorry for that. But I'm glad if you're happy now, I'm glad if

Do you think, I said at length, “that you will ever confide fully in me?” She turned round smiling, but made no answer, only continued to smile on me. “You won't answer that?” I said. “You can't answer pleasantly; I ought not to have asked you.” “You were quite right to ask me that, or anything. You do not know how dear you are to me,

Standing behind the cash register at work today, my thoughts wandering aimlessly, four words came to mind, “Don’t Let Me Down.” I started humming The Beatles classic tune out loud when it clicked, these would be the words I would decipher through for my paper. Automatically, I recalled the first time I heard these words and the way they made me feel. It was a cold December day in the early evening and I was heading back to my dorm on a bus. Taking myself back to that moment, I can still see the way the bus driver smiled at me when I got on. Walking to my seat I was feeling cheerful. I looked up after I sat down and I noticed the breathtaking sunset out the front window and side windows. Then, this beautiful, yet heart wrenching

It has been quite some time since i wrote to you or attempted to reach out to you and as i traveled i had never worked up the piece of mind to write you. But i chose to write to you before i head into the wild, before i cut off contact with this materialistic society, before I live alone for quite some time. My journey to this land I am on has been a long road, and i can see my destination closing in as each day passes on..