love-tali asked: So… For V-day, I want to give my boyfriend a hockey puck with a cute message on it in silver sharpie since he loves hockey but… my friend told me it was a dumb idea since then he would not be use it if I wrote on it and then he would probably just stuff it in a drawer since boys get embarassed by thier girlfriends easily. So anyway, I though it was a great idea but now I don’t know…
I think it’s a great idea! It’s kind of mean of your friend to shoot you down like that. Two things your boyfriend loves are hockey and you, so why wouldn’t it be a good idea to combine the two? Haha. Also, I don’t think he’d shove it in a draw from being “embarrassed by you.” I haven’t heard of that to be common in guys.
anonymous asked: Why don’t you accept submitted audio posts?
There’s no option to allow audio posts to be submitted. :/ What you can do is make the post on your own tumblr, and then send me the link so I can reblog it from you.
raiinbowcampaign asked: Hi! I’m Madeline, and my friend Gia and I just started this small advice column type group and it would really mean a lot if you could check us out or help promote in anyway! We promote individuality through inspiration as well as self-love and acceptance. :) Thank you! http://raiinbowcampaign.tumblr.com/
I’ll put you in my follow friday. :)
anonymous asked: I know you get a lot of submissions but I was wondering if you still had any there from the past week? I would really like my story of my boyfriend and I to get submitted, but I wasn’t sure if I should maybe try to post it again or not? Thanks!
I don’t believe I do. Although, my queue is still acting a little wonky and now holding posts and refusing to post them….so your post could be in there.
anonymous asked: Most of your submissions are from Asian couples! lol.
She was sitting at the library reading a 100 page book about the holocaust. She was wearing all black with a light blue shirt underneath her black blazer. She was alone. I wondered to myself, why was she alone….she kept constantly looking at her phone every other 15 minutes waiting for a call. At last she picked up here phone…..40 minutes passed by and she was still on the phone…..i was guessing it was her bf , since she kept smiling and laughing but then i overheard her say the name “Christine”. She was talking about a boy, a boy who she liked, a boy who she “thinks” she likes….she would go on and on of how special he was to her, how he would do the smallest little things just to make her happy. She was eating a multicoloured chocoate chip cookie , and spilling everything on her clothes..but it seemed like she didn’t care . She didn’t care because she was too into the conversation about the guy she “thinks” she likes. The funny thing is she would always block her face, and i never got a clear view of who she was……then i noticed she kept looking up, looking up to the second floor …it seemed like she was admiring something from afar but it wasn’t that clear…….it was 10 minutes to eight and she was still on the phone……she was still talking about that same guy to her friend….there was something about her that made me not want to look away, something that reminded me of someone …but i just wasn’t so sure who since i couldn’t get a clear view of her face. Then suddenly she gets up, i quickly follow her and try to catch up with her …. she was still laughing and giggling and yes still talking about the same “guy”…..as she was heading towards the exit of the library i noticed she glanced at someone ….. a guy wearing all black with dark blue jeans to be more precise, he was also with a girl im guessing his gf since she was giving him little pecks on the lips….but it wasn’t one of those random galnces…..she literally stopped talking to her friend and chocked up…. i could see by her posture that she was heartbroken…the guy also noticed her too…but then she quickly turned away and ran out of the library……. i didn’t understand what was going on , so i ran and kept yelling ” MISS, MISSS WAIT UP!” but she didn’t answer me, it seemed like she didn’t hear me at all…..she ran out of the library with tears comming down her cheeks… she ran to the corner of the outside of the library dropped her books and CRIED. She was telling her friend on the phone " I SAW HIM! I SAW HIM! IM CRYING, WHY AM I CRYING ! I SHOULD BE OVER HIM! I LIKE SOMEONE ELSE! why is this happening? i see him every day at school…i don’t just break down like this? what’s going on! " from what i heard im guessing this guy was an ex love…..then she said" I DONT LOVE HIM! NO NO NO NO!" she kept denying her feelings towards the guy she had just saw to the person on the phone…… i tapped her on the shoulder and asked ” Miss do you need someone to talk too?” but then again she didn’t reply…. so i gave up. A few minutes later she finally gets off the phone with her friend . As i was waiting for a ride myself, i saw her looking through her wallet, perhaps money…but then she brang out a picture…. and too my eyes i couldn’t believe it! as she moved her thumb it was something that words could not explain….it was him, MY first love it was him smiling and hugging the girl from behind. . I didn’t understand why this girl had a picture of MY ex love….As i was about to ask her where she got this from ,she turned her head and i couldn’t believe my eyes……..it was me.
It’s an option on tumblr that will post things automatically over a period of time instead of you having to make constant manual posts.
anonymous asked: I’m in love with someone way older then me.
Okay. As long as it’s legal, I don’t see the problem.
iloveandrew9710 asked: The list about you and your boyfriend was the sweetest thing. I hope you guys last forever :)
I didn’t write that list. Someone submitted it to me.
anonymous asked: I like my best friend, and I don’t want to ruin anything… go for it, or keep what we have. ( both girls )
It really depends on what you want. Do you want to save your friendship but possibly be hurt over time by not being with her? Or do you want to take a risk and go for her, even if it might mean ruining your friendship?
k3jta asked: Why you up so late?
And Hi! :)
Hi. :) Umm, it’s 1:28pm where I am…
lovex188 asked: heyy : ] i love yourr blog<3 will you check mine out please?? xoxo angelika
Thank you. :) I can follow you if you’d like, but it won’t really mean anything since I don’t go through my dash on this tumblr.
fabitchrawrsunshine asked: "More than anything, I just want my bestfriend back." GORGEOUS! i feel some like that :(
I’m sorry to hear that. :(
letsloveletsfight asked: hello :) i was submitting a post but i wasnt sure if it went through or not, my browser crashed before the page could load..
You could always send it in again just to be sure. :) But please note that not all submissions get posted.
tumblrmesohard asked: I need a bit of advice. I ended things with my ex about a month ago. He told me that I wasn’t his number one and I wasn’t going to settle for that (I have talked to you about this previously.) However, I still think about him daily, want to talk to him, see how he is doing. Yet, he will not talk to me. He just ignores me, which I understand. I just don’t want to feel like I made a huge mistake by ending it. What can I do to make this easier on myself? To feel like what I did wasn’t a mistake and that I do deserve better.
I think that you just want your friend back. If I’m not thinking of someone else, you were together with your boyfriend for a long time, right? If so, then he’s grown on you as a friend as well, so breaking up with him also meant losing a friend, since he is refusing to talk to you. You could try and talk to him about being friends, but I doubt he will budge. Some people just can’t stay friends with their exes. You just have to get your mind off of him. It’s okay to think about him and wonder what he is doing time to time, but you should never think that what you did was a mistake. So try to live life without him. Go out with your friends, etc. Do things that make you happy, and maybe when your heart realizes that you can be happy without him, things will get better.
“Unless you have something actually worth listening to, stop talking. Now.”
This girl was impossible. Why couldn’t she just hear what he had to say and accept it?
“Why is what I’m trying to fucking say not worth listening to, Jane? I know I’m not good with words, but for Christ’s sake! I’m telling you some real shit right now!” He knew she didn’t like it when he cursed, but she knew he didn’t like it when she was stubborn.
“Because you’re leaving, Alec! This is just hurting me more! Why can’t you understand that?!” Jane yelled back.
All he could do was stare at her. It was like he could feel the frustration and aggravation radiating from her body. Her body was completely rigid, from the way she crossed her arms tightly to the angry way her eyebrows were creased.
But just when he was about to get up and leave her alone on the pier, she sighed. She uncrossed her arms and he saw her shoulders slump. And then her hands were covering her face, and he knew he couldn’t leave her now. Not ever.
“You’re going to war, Alec. You are going away and possibly never coming back. I might never see you again. Why bother?” she asked, her voice wavering.
“Because you’re all I’ve got, all I want, and all I’ll ever need. And I know you feel the same about me.”
She uncovered her face, looked at him for a while, then averted her gaze to watch the sun set along the horizon.
“I love you, Jane. I’ll love you every day that I’m gone, and every day when I return. I promise,” he said.
All she did was nod her head and take his hand in hers. But that was all he needed. He was complete.
So he pulled her close to him; kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her lips. And then they stayed there on the pier, in that moment, forever.
This is something my boyfriend of 1 year and 3 months, Greg, wrote for me a few months ago. <3
I’ve never really thought very deeply about our relationship, but only knew that it was necessary for my life. Because I don’t bother to understand many things besides what I love, I need to understand why we love each other.
The answer became quite clear to me when I noticed how we act around each other. We are constantly affectionate, caring, and compassionate towards each other, and I actually can’t help but feel those things towards you, because I feel such a simple, raw love for you that I’ve never felt before. Completely uncomplicated, and sincerely simple that I can’t even explain it. With you, I am a serene soul. I can be troubled, but you can wash it away, as if it were only dirt on my skin. And if I’m hurt, I know it won’t leave a scar, and you know the way to heal me…
We are changing, and must change together. For the better, we are going to feel like life is trying to tear us apart, but this is what growing up is going to be like. We never feel like we’re growing up until it’s too fucking late. Look out the window, and the sun is shining, and the next moment, it’s pouring rain. We’re going to be ready for the best, and ready for the worst; and friend, best friend, girlfriend, boo, cutie, whatever I am going to peg you as for the duration of my life, I want you to always be by my side in one form or another.
These are my parents. Today is their 20th anniversary. Technically they have been together for 25 years, when you include the years they have been together before they made their vows and married. They’re high school sweethearts. They have been in a long distance relationship when he was away in the Army. They got married on January 19, 1991. They had three kids. They survived without the help of ANYONE. They each worked three jobs while going to school. They moved to California. They fought against all odds when every one said they couldn’t make it in California. They moved from apartment to apartment. They supported each other through everything. They traveled to many places with their daughters and son. They are successful now, and they couldn’t have done it without each other. THEY made it.
I’m not crazy. I’m pretty sane actually. Many others may disagree though. Because of my big decision that I made recently. Just so you all know, I’m not a spiteful person. And for those of you who are completely clueless to what I’m talking about, allow me to elaborate.
A year ago from New Years day I met the guy who would later on become my boyfriend. He indeed was more than that. We were best friends. The closeness we shared, could not be captured by any picture or video in the world. It had its ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t? All we cared about was love.
But then came late August. He went away to c o l l e g e. Many girlfriends may have broke down, and ended things but as for me, I stayed strong. The distance wasn’t the problem. The fighting was. What went from arguing rarely, turned into almost never not arguing. That’s when things took a turn in early September.
We both agreed we needed a break except neither of us were really ready to let go. I don’t know how much of a break talking everyday really is. However, we still tried to make things work yet we would continue to argue and we weren’t even dating!
While still holding on to each other around christmas we did indeed exchange gifts but things still weren’t right. It got to the point where we stopped speaking to each other. This was odd because from the day we met, we had talked everyday. So going a whole day without talking was a big deal believe me.
As days past, it eventually was New Years, being a year that we had known each other. And that is when I received he most unexpected phone call of the night.
It is a bit personal and I wouldn’t want to throw him under the bus, but lets just say what could have been a positive phone call was most definitely the exact opposite.
At the time he had been on vacation with friends in Canada. However he asked that he saw me the day he returned, so I said fine.
He showed up to my house with flowers, a very nice gesture. We talked, reminisced and shared old memories together. We laughed a lot and I agreed to see him the next day.
Things again went smoothy, so that weekend I saw him for both friday and saturday night.
But then reality hit me.
Our problems were never really bad when we were together. The distance is what brought upon all the fighting. And sure enough as soon as he was back at college all the problems would return.
So I made the decision. To push away the love of my life, and the person I’ve said to be my soul mate. The person who’s texts I’ve been ignoring and am finally allowing myself to let go.
Call me crazy, but I know I’m sane.
Sometimes things just don’t work out. The constant fighting wasn’t healthy for either of us. And like my horoscope says “This major change is in no way negative.”
I only hope that one day he can forgive me, and if fate has us being together in the future then I’ll put my future in fates hand.
Who knows if any of you are reading this. But if you are thanks for listening. Sometimes you just gotta let it all out.
My boyfriend and I decided to give our relationship another try. We said we would each write a list of what we expect this time. This is my list:
As we give our relationship another try..
• I promise never to lie to you even during those times when I really want to. • I promise to remind you every day that I love you. • I promise to always share my food with you. • I promise to see every cartoon movie you want to in theaters. • I promise I will always kiss you when you burn your tongue after I warned you that the food is hot. • I promise to cheer you up when you are feeling down. • I promise not to jump to conclusion when you’re out without me, but only when you have regained all of my trust. • I promise not to be jealous when you talk about Christina Perri or any girl I know you can’t get. • I promise to sing any song to you on your birthday or our anniversary. • I promise to always tell you what’s on my mind. I won’t hold things in anymore since we know that is not good for my health. • I promise to back you up when my aunt picks on you. • I promise to clean your ears with a q-tip every time you ask me. • I promise to give you a massage when you get out of work and you’re sore. • I promise not to be disappointed when you don’t meet my expectations on certain things. • I promise never to take the things you do for me for granted. I know what you have been doing these past months and I love you for it. • I promise not to get mad when you don’t text me for days after you bought a new video game. I know what I got myself into when I agreed to be your girlfriend. • I promise to give you beautiful children someday. • I promise to use you as my guinea pig when I’m a sex therapist and need to research new sex positions. • I promise to give you any ‘adorable doodles’, as you like to say, I draw in class. • I promise to laugh at your ass when we get high or drunk, especially when we’re high. It’s hard to resist. • I promise to never give up hope on us. However, I will give up all hope and never take you back if you break my heart again. I sure don’t deserve to put up with all that shit again. I know you don’t want to hear this, but it needs to be said. • I promise to always love you even if our relationship starts to get bad or if we break up. I will always love you.
• I need you to tell me where you’re going and who you’re with. I need to learn how to trust you all over again. • I need you to tell me when you start to have second thoughts about us. • I need you to hold my hand and tell me everything is fine when I have my anxiety attacks. • I need you to share your French fries when I have eaten all of mine. • I need you not to give up so easily. That includes in everything. Your classes, your job search, and especially our relationship. Don’t let me down. • I need you not to throw away anything that reminds you of me if we ever break up again. Put the things in a box and put it in your closet. • I need you to keep your promise that someday you’re going to replace the scrapbook I once made you. • I need you to remind me why you love me from time to time. • I need you not to call other girls ‘hun’, ‘babe’, ‘sweetie’, ‘love’, ‘adorable’, etc. It’s not appropriate. Especially babe. You told me you wanted to call me babe since your parents use to call each other that when they were crazy in love. The word sort of lost its meaning now. • I need you to send me good morning text messages if I’m not waking up besides you. • I need you to hug me when we’re watching a movie and I find it sad and begin to cry. • I need you to kiss my forehead and give me Eskimo kisses when you’re with me. • I need you to compliment me. There’s days where I feel insecure and need you to make me feel pretty. • I need you not to give people a reason to say you don’t deserve me. • I need you to keep your promises. • I need you to remember things that I ask you to do. The only reason why I don’t remind you is that I don’t want to seem annoying, but it bums me out when you completely forget. • I need you to tell me when you’re getting jealous so I can fix it. • I need you to spend time with me just laying down and talking. No distractions or interruptions. • I need you to try to give my music a try. Not really a requirement. • I need you to let me borrow your sweater occasionally so I can wear it and take in your scent. • I need you to let me win all of our playful fights and when we get into an argument, don’t make me wait for your phone call all night. • I need you to remember that the simple things we do mean the world to me. I can spend days in bed with you and never get bored. • I need you to leave me voicemail just like you use to. The kind that would make me smile and I will cherish and never want to delete.
• I need you to accomplish all these and I promise I will marry you someday.
I’m reading some hardcore book like A Tale of Two Cities in the middle of a Starbucks in NYC. I’m sitting at a table alone with one extra chair next to me. “Excuse me” I look up to see a man with eyes that are so vividly green everything else seems to lose saturation. “Can I use this chair?” I stumble back into reality and say “Oh.. yeah sure” and go back down to reading.
About 30 seconds later I look up and realize that when he asked “Can I use this chair?” he was asking if he could sit with me, not if he could take the chair to another table. After making the realization I make eye contact with him. He does that sort of half smile that boys do. Of course instantly I melt. He starts asking stupid questions about the book I’m reading just to make conversation. I think it’s adorable, but still do that dorky high school thing where you play hard to get.
Near the end of a few hour conversation he say’s he has to go. So, we say our goodbyes. He say’s some inside joke about something we talked about earlier. Maybe about my book? Anyway, as we are ending the conversation I hint at him asking for my number or him giving his to me, but he seems to just reject the signals. He eventually leaves, and I sit back down disappointed because I thought we had something. I start to pack my stuff up, and pick up my book. I notice something different. On the inside cover there is writing “You’re not the only one who can play hard to get (555)-555-5555”
"I was 9 when I first met you. You came to my house with my brother, and another friend named Chris. We were new, so you guys were the first people I met. You were so chubby, and you acted so stupid, and I made fun of you all of the time, whether you were at my house or if we were on the playground at school. You always told me I was a mean little girl, and I should be nice. When we got a few years older, you always reminded me, that the first nice thing I did for you was buy you an Arizona Tea. So that just became our thing, Arizona Tea. We became better friends, and I took care of you and my brother when you guys would come home totally wasted. I’d feed you cap’n crunch, but I would tell you it was dog food, and you’d eat it off the ground. It was so gross, but yet so funny not to do. Your 10th grade year, you moved away to California. But a year after that, I visited you in Vegas. You were so different! You weren’t fat anymore, you grew up. & I had one of those cute crushes on you, but it wasn’t anything serious. It sucked that we only had a few days to spend with you, but you definitely showed me and my brother a good time while we were there.
In 2007, my older brother passed away, and you were the only person who really understood what I was going through because we all had been so close. It didn’t matter what you were doing, who you were with, or what time of the night it was, you’d pick up your phone and talk to me, listen to me, make sure I was okay. You were really there for me, even from far away, when I needed you most, you tried your hardest every time. No matter how tired you were. As we grew older, you told me you loved me over Skype. I shrugged it off because I thought you were just joking, or you loved me in a brother/sister way. So I said I loved you too, and nothing else happened after that.
When I went to Hawai’i, me and you would spend hours talking on the phone for the first few nights I was there. We tried so hard to get your mom to say yes for you to come to Hawai’i for the summer, but you were so low on cash that it didn’t happen. We really started liking each other, but since you didn’t come, I had fallen in love with someone else, and you supported me all the way. I didn’t know how much it hurt you.
After that, everything started to change between us. You barely called. You were hanging around with bad people. You barely answered my emails and my facebook messages. And we got into a big fight, and I did the thing I regret the most. I told you to leave me alone. And it hurt me so bad that afternoon, when I got the phone call that you had taken your life.
It hurts me so much to know that I didn’t tell you I loved you enough. It hurts me so much that there was so much I didn’t know. When your mom emails me and tells me what you used to say about me, it just breaks my heart. And when she sent me the song, “I thought she knew” by N’Sync, it just tore me apart.
I know the love we had for each other was the real thing. We were best friends, and somewhere in the middle we fell in love, and then fell into this deeper meaning of love to the point where we were okay with being just friends, because we were both too scared to ruin what we already had. You taught me the meaning of love, you showed me the meaning of love, you showed me the meaning of friendship. If I can’t find a reason in myself to keep living my life, I find it in you. As badly as I want to be there with you and my brother, I’ll stay down here to live the life you guys didn’t have the chance to live.
I miss you so much, and I wish I could send this to you, but I can’t. I love you so much.
This is a letter I had written out to my best friend that passed away last April. It hurts me every time I read it. It hurts to wake up from dreams where me and him are hanging out. I miss him so much.
An eternal divide across an immense ocean separates us. Two lost souls seeking that heavenly connection pretending that airplanes in the night-sky are like shooting stars. Yet beyond all odds, we have connected in mystifying ways. Through endless exchanges of poetic words, that I wish would never stop, we have shared so much but much more remains. Through the looking glass with rose-colored glasses we’ve entered each others wonderland. We’ve embarked into our dreams that intertwine perfectly. A magical journey that spans the entire world with no limits and only harmony. Alas, our illusions of romantic grandeur won’t suffice and reality will need to take hold, for when that times comes around I wish you will be there.
“Ooh I don’t know what to do about this dream and you. I wish this dream comes true.”
More than anything, I just want my bestfriend back.
Growing up in an abusive home I was told I would never ever be loved, and it was so evident all my life. Until I met you I doubted love completely, actually I probably only started believing in love in the new year for us. I dated his bestfriend, and that’s why we started talking. He added me randomly on msn, and I’d known him for a year and a half before, never thought to much of him. I randomly asked him to send my some new ADTR music because my limewire wouldn’t work, and as the songs were pending and processing, we started to talk. From that day on, every single day we’d talk. We had so much in common, but I never thought you’d become the biggest part of my life. We became good friends, the summer before highschool we talked every day nonstop, you were the reason I went on msn still. And when I came to your highschool and your locker was right across from mine, we became inseparable best friends. Everyone teased us that we were secretly in love and needed to date, we always just laughed it off. Then one day we went to a concert together, neither of us were really going to go, you got your ticket because Kaz got grounded and gave it to you, and I had to cry and beg for my strict parents to let me go. But somehow, by fate we both ended up making it there. And by choice, we spent the entire time together. Every time I turned around at the concert you were smiling at me, and while we waited for the second train we went off alone to buy food, and sat alone from the others, prompting more jokes about our “meant to be-ness”. It wasn’t until I fell asleep and woke up on your shoulder that I realized I’d been in love with you. Somehow just the comfort, and that feeling of just letting go for the first time, and waking up to your eyes, was enough. The entire time they slept they joked about how we were going to date one day, my bestfriend told me all about it afterwards, and I still tried to deny I liked you. Then I dated Eric for a week, and everyone still asked if I was dating you, even infront of him. It lasted a week because I told him I couldn’t be with him, the reason why? You were occupying my mind. The months and months after that were filled with confusing signs and never knowing if we liked each other. I remember all the times you’d spend with me, making me kraft dinner, because no one makes it better than you. The times you’d call me just to play me the new song you learned on guitar. All the times we stayed up way too late just to talk to each other on msn. The times I’d try not to cry to you when talking about my abusive father. The times I went to your band practise, the time Kyle said I was a distraction and it was now a guys only thing and you seemed so sincerely pissed and defended me, saying I had to be there, for you. The time Kyle said, “Are you going to the dance? Cause I know Jake wants to go with you! Oh shit he heard that, and now he’s gonna hit me!” The laughter and the nonstop smiles. When you and I shared a locker, your excuse was I always had too much trouble unlocking mine, I’m pretty sure we just wanted to be together. I can’t forget any of the lead up to when you finally forced me to tell you February 8 that I liked you, you asked what my 11:11 wishes were everyday and I finally said it was for you, and you said your wish was the same. I never understood why people said their heart skipped a beat until then. When you came over on the 12 and I lay on your chest, I asked if you still wished for the same things, and you said yes. We were so scared to make the transition from friends to more until on my birthday when you finally kissed me. February 24, I remember jumping and screaming with happiness in art class, all my friends hugging me. Everyone wanted us to fall in love. My birthday was perfect, our kisses in the park where I grew up, I came into your jacket to keep warm. And when we went to get my monroe pierced for my birthday and you held my hand. You said your day was perfect with me, and I said I’d never had a better birthday. You asked me out a month and a day later. I told you I loved you on our three months. I remember when you picked me that flower, I remember every hangout, every promise you made. I can clearly see every text I locked on my phone, where you told me, “you’re gorgeous, and you will be for a long long looong time :)” or when I’d wake up to “Goodmorning babe:)” or “Hello beautiful :)” I remember when you took me to your dad’s wedding, your step mom loved me, so did your mom. It was a perfect day, I’d never felt so in love. When you sat at the main table and I wished I could eat beside you, I joked with your cousin trying not to glance over my shoulder too much. You came and joined me the second you could for dessert. When we left after dessert and walked through the field, sat on the bleachers and kissed. When we found the exact middle of the field so we could kiss there, just every silly goofy moment my hands spent in yours, keeping warm. Oh and the way you held my thumb in because it always found a way to bump into your pocket. The days we spent “watching” shitty lame shows and MTV on demand in my basement, all the times we made juice but it never lasted long, the time we made a fort and you strummed our favourite songs on my hip as we cuddled. The time we made smoothies with Tara and Lucas, our double dates. The times we went to the beach and the park and you taught me how to skip stones. All the times I fixed your loose hairs, that smile you gave to me and me alone, the one that promoted the rumours at school that we were in love. The fact that you forced me to believe in my biggest fear of love and showed me that I really was worth something despite what my dad said, at least for a while. We ended without reason, just a silly fight and maybe too much of each other, I always wonder if there was a real reason to it. And every single day and night I think and dread, wondering do you miss me at all, do you regret letting everything we had go? I want so badly to ask you, more than you’ll ever know. I don’t see you much, you don’t go to school much. All you do is get baked and ruin your life. Your phone’s been taking away so I can’t even text you anymore. I miss you so much. I don’t go on msn anymore, there’s no one I want to talk to anymore. I can’t go into my basement anymore because it all reminds me of you. I can’t listen to our bands our our songs, the ones you put on your iPod for me even though it wasn’t your kind of music. I want to be in love with you again, I want you back more than anything. I lost the biggest part of me when I lost you, you were my first love and best friend I’d ever had. More than anything, I just want my bestfriend back.
While wrapping her scarf around her neck at the foot of the door, with an enormous smile on her face, she turned to face him.
“You’re going to love the snow,” she predicted to him.
“Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?” he teased.
Her face turned serious as she walked to where he was standing and took his hand.
“Seeing snow on the ground is like a reminder that tells you every day is a new beginning. New beginnings, new feats to conquer, new chances…But watching snow fall is more memorable, because that’s how the world tells you there’s always an end to the storm, a reason for the troubles, and an ending to justify all of your hardships. And you, my dear, desperately need to watch the snow fall.”
She kissed his cheek before dropping his hand and running outside.
He had every intention of going after her. And every intention of being with her, doing whatever he could to make her happy, of making her his.
Because although snow was her new beginning, she was his.