Nate (Sexy Boy), Last night I stayed up all alone crying to myself. Remembering the endless night we had first shared together. Somewhere, there was a young Orland Park girl that had met an older Peptone boy. They fell madly in love. Those two kids were you and I about some and 11 months ago. As I was lying awake in bed last night, I was reminiscing on those days with you when my heart was filled with laughter, love, and life.
Those days are gone now, but the feelings still remain lingering throughout my body, mind, and soul. I loved you, for you were always you and no one else. You loved me for me, never asking me to change a thing. Mostly, I loved you for how you made me feel, and how I felt in your presence. You gave me hope and courage, you showed me a part of life I have never experienced, and you unlocked a door filled of feelings buried deep inside my heart that not even I knew existed. That is why I chose Dawn Choike’s poem, A Love For All Of Time, as my gift to you.
It speaks of soul mates finding each other in some lifetime, maybe this one or maybe another. Soul mates as you and I are. You have always been the same boy I met all those months ago. You haven’t changed one bit. You ” ve always loved to go shopping, dance like no one was watching, and laugh for hours at a time. You still do, only these days not so much with me.
I remember a time when you and I would be separated for weeks. You being away for your freshman year of college and me being two hours away still at home attending high school. It was difficult for us to be together. Somehow we pulled through for quite a number of months.
The Essay on Loved One Time Give Remember
The paradox of our time in history is that we have Taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, But have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have Bigger houses and smaller families, more Conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees But less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, More experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but Less ...
Despite the distance, you nor your feelings had changed. I was always nervous when going to visit you. A part of me was afraid something would change in our relationship after spending day after day together. I was scared your feelings would slowly slip away. Shortly after arriving back at home from the weekends away with you I came to a realization, you are real. What I see in you is everything you are.
You never seemed to care that when I woke up in the morning it looked as though a train had ran over me, my hair everywhere, and make up smeared up and down in every which way across my face. To this day, when I do see you, you ” re still loving to shop, dancing like no one is watching, and laughing for hours at a time. As you were away at school I missed you everyday. Most of the time I still do. The seconds with you flew fast, faster than they should have. In all of the short time we spent together, you opened my heart to a brand new feeling.
The feeling of love. It was something I had never felt before. I was nervous and excited, but mostly scared. You were my first, my only. I first knew I was falling in love on St. Patrick’s Day.
I was walking through the North building of my high school and suddenly came to a complete stop. I smelled something. It smelled like “sexy boy”, which is also another name for the scent, Axe Essence, you choose to wear on a daily basis, a smell that I thought was exhilarating. As I stopped I looked to my right and then to my left. Sadly I realized you were no where to be found, you were away at school of course. Later that night as I was sleeping you called me.
I hadn’t been able to sleep well that night, it was the first time in months I hadn’t heard your voice before falling asleep. I woke up and checked my messages at 3 AM. You’d left me a voice mail and said, “Megan, I can smell you! Call me back.” Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was a sign. The line in the poem, “We ” ve fought dragons”, is one of many lines that draw back memories.
We ” ve had our ups and downs, and have been running in circles for a while now but we can conquer anything. We ” ve been through the break ups, the fights, the jealousy, and the anger. Now we are trying “friends.” Another line in this poem, “But our heart is one heart and we were meant to be” reminds me of you and I. I have known from the very beginning that you and I are soul-mates.
The Essay on Love Emotions Time Feeling
Throughout life, we undergo many changes. As time progresses, styles of writing develop new form. However, emotions remain constant. Feelings, which are expressed through writing, can be identified with in the present, as well as the past. Emotions, unlike writing styles, are unable to be controlled. Love is one emotion that may vary in the way it is described, yet remains uniform in the way it is ...
As scared as it sounds and as hard as it is to believe, it’s true. You may be 6’2, blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, country white boy; and I may be 5’2, black hair, deep brown eyes, brown skinned, OP girl; but that doesn’t change anything. If that proves anything, our appearances being complete opposites and our passion for life being so similar, proves me right. Finding a soul-mate is something that cannot be proven but only known in your heart and you are the one who makes my heart beat. It’s been some and 11 months since we first met. December 19, 2003 was the exact date I’m pretty sure.
“Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock, and sweet you roll.” No one will ever feel the same passion for the same things as you and I once did. My fanatic obsession with Dave Matthews Band will never be quite so understood, your body (which I think is better looking than Brad Pitt’s) will never feel so soft against someone else’s, and most importantly the laughter we shared was by far the food that fed our hearts. The laughter was what kept us going. A laugh with you was always a good one; a smile with you was always so happy.
This is merely why I will always love you. You had me at hello. Love You Forever, Miss Megan.
