Lost Pieces of Love

Lost Pieces of Love

I dreamed of it. We flew down a slope (this was definitely a dream) to come crashing together at the end high on the adrenaline rush of accomplishment, and I saw what he found beautiful.
(this was definitely a dream)

We played a very successful game of chicken with each other and won, moving on past each other in opposite directions, toward people with whom we could both crash blindly into and fall to pieces on the floor, putting ourselves back together again, a piece here, a piece there, you, her, you, her, wherever they'd fit (and oh so well), and I was not the one with the last piece of the puzzle

First love lost

First love lost

I will not say that he was the object of my first affections, for that would be a lie. I have been feeling passionate about people since I was very, very young. Younger probably than most people. But I deny giving those feelings the title of love.

This may seem unfair to those who don’t know the difference, but those who do will agree: calling infantile crushes love is calling a dandelion a rose. There is simply no comparison.

I suppose that we all lose our first loves, as well, and that is what makes them so sweet. But the truth is, real love is something that one never truly loses: as long as we hold onto that feeling, that emotion that is love, in its first, most pure state, we have hope, and we have the promise of bright days ahead. And your first love is perhaps your most real and most true of all loves

Everlasting Love

Everlasting Love

I first met him online through a personal ad on Yahoo. I'd decided to post one for fun and to try to get a few penpals online. Two days after I posted the ad, I had 56 responses ... I was amazed at how many had replied.
I read each one carefully. I didn't admit it to myself then, but I wanted to find someone to love.

As I was nearing the bottom of the list, I was becoming anxious. None of the responses had really appealed to me. Sure, they were flattering, but they just didn't match my personal search criteria.

That is, until I read response #56. Something about this one just caught my attention. I can't exactly put my finger on it, but it was there.

Thus, our online relationship began

Shy Girl

Shy Girl

I met him at a keg party in college. It was my sophomore year and, taking my parents' advice, I'd joined a sorority.
I never fit into that large group of gossiping girls, but I did enjoy the parties. I spent them sitting with a beer in the corner with my best friend, chatting and observing. I am an artist -- a natural observer.

When he walked around the corner, my eyes were drawn to him. He gave his wheat colored, silky hair a toss. When his eyes were revealed, they were staring directly into mine. My heart fluttered, and I honestly worried that this beautiful creature could hear the rapid pumping of my heart -- or worse yet, see it through the white vest I wore

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