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Sunday, December 26, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Dear Louise...
Dear Louise,
I've known you since the first day we met in second grade. I've been in love with you for a shorter amount of time, but almost as long. I've never said anything to you. I was afraid of what people would think about me. No, that's a lie. They can think what they want. I was afraid of what everyone would be brave enough to say to my face or write on my Facebook wall (if you can consider that bravery). I didn't want to drag you into that. You don't deserve it.
Any love letter that I've ever read has something to say about what they like about the person they're for. It's the cheesiest thing, but it's my favorite part.
Your hair always smells of strawberries and it reminds me of when our moms used to take us to the strawberry fields in town (they were community gardens, really. An old lady used to come by a couple times of week to tend her strawberries. When her hands and knees became so arthritic it pained her to do anything she loved, we continued her legacy and sent her pictures). We would go down there and we would pick handfuls of strawberries, keeping half for everyone else to eat, and eating the other half ourselves.
Your eyes tell me that there's more to you than I can possibly know. I love a good mystery-worth-solving.
Your smile makes every trouble melt away-- global warming, war, poverty, hunger, death...
Louise, I said that I was in love with you shortly after I met you. It was that day we went to Lucille Reinhardt's dress-up birthday party. You picked out this blue Cinderella dress that I loved on you. I still remember that dress and the way you looked. I think that was the day that I realized who I was... even though I didn't have a word for it yet.
In a few days, we'll graduate from high school. I know that we'll be on opposite coasts, but maybe, if you want, we can try and make something work. If you don't, I'll completely understand and I'll never ask you about it again.
I hope that you'll at least still want to be my friend, because I love you in that sense above all and I don't want anything to ruin that.
Let me know, you know how to contact me.
Sincerely (or Love, if you'll have me),
Amanda
I've known you since the first day we met in second grade. I've been in love with you for a shorter amount of time, but almost as long. I've never said anything to you. I was afraid of what people would think about me. No, that's a lie. They can think what they want. I was afraid of what everyone would be brave enough to say to my face or write on my Facebook wall (if you can consider that bravery). I didn't want to drag you into that. You don't deserve it.
Any love letter that I've ever read has something to say about what they like about the person they're for. It's the cheesiest thing, but it's my favorite part.
Your hair always smells of strawberries and it reminds me of when our moms used to take us to the strawberry fields in town (they were community gardens, really. An old lady used to come by a couple times of week to tend her strawberries. When her hands and knees became so arthritic it pained her to do anything she loved, we continued her legacy and sent her pictures). We would go down there and we would pick handfuls of strawberries, keeping half for everyone else to eat, and eating the other half ourselves.
Your eyes tell me that there's more to you than I can possibly know. I love a good mystery-worth-solving.
Your smile makes every trouble melt away-- global warming, war, poverty, hunger, death...
Louise, I said that I was in love with you shortly after I met you. It was that day we went to Lucille Reinhardt's dress-up birthday party. You picked out this blue Cinderella dress that I loved on you. I still remember that dress and the way you looked. I think that was the day that I realized who I was... even though I didn't have a word for it yet.
In a few days, we'll graduate from high school. I know that we'll be on opposite coasts, but maybe, if you want, we can try and make something work. If you don't, I'll completely understand and I'll never ask you about it again.
I hope that you'll at least still want to be my friend, because I love you in that sense above all and I don't want anything to ruin that.
Let me know, you know how to contact me.
Sincerely (or Love, if you'll have me),
Amanda
--Jude, 12/23/10
This short story is now available to viewing on the 'Writing' page!
Writing
It was the way he smelled that did it.
I guess it had been building up for a long time, but I just sort of lost control when I noticed the way he smelled. It's a smell that's impossible to describe-- a combination of laundry detergent, old spice, and something else with no name to it.
Or maybe it was his eyes. He just had this way of looking at me. His eyes on mine filled me with the kind of feeling that is only described in some of the sappier love stories out there. Like stepping into the sunlight on the first warm day of spring.
God, I sound like a teenage girl or something...
It doesn't really matter what made me do it at this point. All that matter is that I did it, and now there's no way to take it back.
I had always suspected that I was... well... not exactly straight. I thought of girls as just friends and nothing more. Still, I had never met a guy or a girl that I would ever consider dating.
Then, last year, I met Victor.
There was just something about the way he talked to me, the way he wasn't afraid to hug me, and how he never labeled himself. He said, "I might be bi. I'm not sure yet, but you never know-- I could meet a guy that I like enough to date one day."
We were pretty tight. We hung out all the time, and every once in a while... well... it seemed like he felt the same way about me. And today we were at his house, and he was looking at me... and I kissed him. Then he kissed me back for a few seconds... but then he pulled away.
And just looked down at his feet..
I just left.
Well, at least now he knows.
I guess it had been building up for a long time, but I just sort of lost control when I noticed the way he smelled. It's a smell that's impossible to describe-- a combination of laundry detergent, old spice, and something else with no name to it.
Or maybe it was his eyes. He just had this way of looking at me. His eyes on mine filled me with the kind of feeling that is only described in some of the sappier love stories out there. Like stepping into the sunlight on the first warm day of spring.
God, I sound like a teenage girl or something...
It doesn't really matter what made me do it at this point. All that matter is that I did it, and now there's no way to take it back.
I had always suspected that I was... well... not exactly straight. I thought of girls as just friends and nothing more. Still, I had never met a guy or a girl that I would ever consider dating.
Then, last year, I met Victor.
There was just something about the way he talked to me, the way he wasn't afraid to hug me, and how he never labeled himself. He said, "I might be bi. I'm not sure yet, but you never know-- I could meet a guy that I like enough to date one day."
We were pretty tight. We hung out all the time, and every once in a while... well... it seemed like he felt the same way about me. And today we were at his house, and he was looking at me... and I kissed him. Then he kissed me back for a few seconds... but then he pulled away.
And just looked down at his feet..
I just left.
Well, at least now he knows.
--Maria Svetlana Carion
Personal Story
when i was younger no one wanted me to be a bi sexual they say its wrong and then i still dont listen to haters
--Anonymous
This story is now available to be read on the 'Personal Stories' page along with others! Your story could be told next!
Personal Story
My school is not one of the most supportive. if you change your hair people judge you, if you dress differently then everybody else people start talking stuff about you. So imagine how I feel... I'm bi-sexual and have been for about 2 years. I have told a limited amount of people. Only 2 of my family members are aware, my cousin and my sister. I told a couple of my close friends that I know I can trust. One of my best friends is also bi-sexual. She is dating another girl that I am also friends with. Some people from our school know and are giving them crap about it. She told me that she was afraid of going back to school because if something did happen she wasn't sure of who she could talk to. That Is kind of a scary thought because it got me thinking that if I was going through that in such a public place as a school, I probably wouldn't know who to talk to either. I went out with a girl a couple months ago but not in such a public place. I think that if I had been more public about it I would need so much more support from the people that I love the most.... That's what I'm giving everyone else.
--Anonymous
This story is available under the 'Personal Stories' tab and can be viewed at any time!
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