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It’s been thirteen days, two hours, forty-seven minutes since Michael left – crossing Mountains, through steep valleys and over rivers to visit the girl he loves.

Omg he touched my face I’m hyperventilating like the guy of my dream is touching me. For a minute I lost all logic all I could think about was being with him. Everything around me just stop we were living in the moment. Then suddenly he kissed me and with out hesitating I kissed him back and with out thinking one thing led to another when I realized what I had done it was too late here I was in his bed. And if that wasn’t enough shock what happened next was.

There was a knock on his door and he answered who is it and to my surprise it was Amber’s voice. Here I am thinking omg what have I done, and please don’t let her come in here. And before I could even finish my thought the door swung open, have you seen Aman…da but before she could finish her sentence she had already seen me. Wow she said as she walked out the room and slammed the door. In that instant moment the feeling of remorse came over me. As I got dress I thought of all the possible ways I could apologize to her.  What would I say to her what can I say all these thoughts flooded my mind.

When I got downstairs she had already left so I called her phone but she did not answer. I texted and called some more but she did not answer for two days so I decided to go to her house instead. When I got to her house she told her little brother Todd to tell me that she wasn’t home. Although I knew she was there but didn’t want to talk to me I knew where she was coming from what I had done was completely wrong. So I left, from that day on and everyday after that I called and went over her house and everyday I got the same answer either she wasn’t home or she didn’t want to talk to me this went on until we went off to college.

Now it has been about two years and we’re here at our favorite spot but there’s something missing. Something very important, the relationship we once had. I’m truly sorry for what I did two years ago.  I know there’s nothing I can say that will explain my wrongful doing. All I can say is that I’m deeply sorry and if I could turn back the hands of time I would. And I wouldn’t have done what I did because losing my best friend because of a one-night stand is so not worth it. But I understand if you don’t want to be friends ever again I wont question you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* this is supposed to be sung* lol

So I got the bluuuuues.
Over prom, Yes I do.
I got themmm
Prom Time Bluuuuuues.
Oh yes I do.

No Dress, No Dress
I said no Dress,
Nope not yetet.

NO Date, NO No NO no Date.
Thats right I said NO Date.
 No Date.


So I got the bluuuuues.
Over prom, Yes I do.
I got themmm
Prom Time Bluuuuuues.
Oh yes I do.


Smh ( Shaking My Head) Prom stuff get real.

It’s been thirteen days, two hours, forty-seven minutes since Michael left – crossing Mountains, through steep valleys and over rivers to visit the girl he loves.

“I just realized that our hearts beat in sync.”

 

He grabbed her hand and kissed the top of her head.

 

“It’s always been that way.” 

El Cuento
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Today my grandpa and mom were discussing hulu and why hulu plus is needed. While my mom searched for another service that was free with all there videos she came across this one called yideo (i guess thats how its spelled). This one tied into facebook some how and worked with it. She was really frustrated about this and said "UGH! I just....I dont do facebook!" I looked at her and said "But mom you have a facebook page..." She turned her head and looked at me glaring "Dont care I dont DO THE facebook" What can I say but my mom is very special :)

“You first.”

See said scared of what she might reveal

“Well when you guys were dating, we dated in school…”

“So he cheated?”

honestly, i have no idea what to write about today. so im gonna do that stream of conciousness thing, you know where you write down everything that pops into your head. the only problem is im not very good at that. all i can think about is what im doing, the writing assignment. and then theres no stream of conciousness, its more like a lake of conciousness or something. or a puddle. not much goin on up here... kind of like that game where somebody says a word and you have to write down what you think of when they say that word... well im bad at that. like if somebody says, hey beth what do you think of when i say the word green, all i see is the word "green" or maybe a picture of the color but never the proper response like grass or frog or tree... so i go, green! and they go, no beth... you're not supposed to just repeat the word. and i feel like an idiot.

(This technically a story, more like just a point of view sharing)

Today is Valentine's day. Everyone spends this day with that "certain someone". They do things like go out to dinner or buy each other presents and spend time being together. Since I never had someone like that, I would spend it with my parents. Every year, dad would go out and by me and mom big bouquets of flowers, Roses. Mom would by us some cute little presents and we would all go out to dinner. Every year, it was just another holiday that I enjoyed (as well as hated), but this year...this year was just to heartbreaking.

This was the first Valentine's day without my dad. They say the first year of holidays is the toughest, but because I didn't really have a lot of people to spend it with (nor a boyfriend to share it with), it was bitter sweet...and to make things worse, I was still sick.

I'm glad I was done with this Valentine's day, but I don't think I can handle anymore...
The hurts still there, and the sick feeling makes it worse.

Valentine's Day really is a holiday you shouldn't spend alone..

Today is Valentine's day. Everyone spends this day with that "certain someone". They do things like go out to dinner or buy each other presents and spend time being together. Since I never had someone like that, I would spend it with my parents. Every year, dad would go out and by me and mom big bouquets of flowers, Roses. Mom would by us some cute little presents and we would all go out to dinner. Every year, it was just another holiday that I enjoyed (as well as hated), but this year...this year was just to heartbreaking.

This was the first Valentine's day without my dad. They say the first year of holidays is the toughest, but because I didn't really have a lot of people to spend it with (nor a boyfriend to share it with), it was bitter sweet...and to make things worse, I was still sick.

I'm glad I was done with this Valentine's day, but I don't think I can handle anymore...
The hurts still there, and the sick feeling makes it worse.

Valentine's Day really is a holiday you shouldn't spend alone..

Heres the story i wrote earlier today in school..

Happy Ending: Have you ever picked the petals off a daisy? asked yourself over & over " Loves me, Loves me not"...I havent Cause she's always loved me...

Melancholy Ending: Arent stories supposed to have happy endings? no?...guess not, because what we have in front of us, was, is, and will never be happy...

I knew you weren’t perfect but I thought you were perfect for me because you were willing to learn. All you learned was how to break my heart.

​El Libro del Audio:

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El Libro:

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He had a dream that he married, to him, the most important girl in the world. When he awoke, he found it had come true.

A poem for my mom who started her first day of work today. She was very nervous.

I want to tell you that you are okay
And you'll be okay
And you'll do okay
Actually, you'll do great
You'll be great
You'll be marvelous
You are marvelous
So have a fantastic day at work
I know you are supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

They broke my parent’s throat, because their boy was about to turn 10 and he needed a wife. I’ll learn how to love him despite the memories-just like my mother in law. After all, it is a Gypsy tradition.

They became friends. He loved her, and sometimes she loved him too. A conversation of what’s supposed to be about love turned into a discussion. Pride spoke for them and the phrase died on her lips. As he walks away, she turns to touch his hand and they kiss again. She shed a tear that ended in between their lips.

It's that day of the year again. The day where happy couples exchange presents and love, miserable couples exchange bad words and shouts, and single people walk around feeling sorry for themselves because they have no one to share the happy day with.

At six this morning a young girl of seventeen woke up feeling a lot like one of those miserable single people. She had dirty-blonde hair, green-specked blue eyes and she had dreaded waking up this morning just like every other single person in the world, not that she was like every other single person. She knew she had no right to worry about today because soon she wouldn't be single, a boy she liked wanted to be with her and she had "Valentines" so she should feel fine today, but she didn't have that boy today and her Valentines were parts of her family that were very dear to her. But the boy wasn't hers today, she had no "special someone" to share today with and at school she'd be surrounded by happy couples with their tongues down each other's throats.

And she refused to have a bad attitude because the day wasn't everything she wanted it to be, it was difficult but she kept up a smile. First her mom told her that she loved her, then her baby sister told her and her younger sister too. When she was on the road to school she got texts from friends and best friends wishing her a happy Valentine's Day and sending her love. She got a text about a love that would last forever from her very best friend, her valentine. At school she got special hugs and was surrounded by love from her friends.

So, today she's walking around with a grin on her face, a smile in her heart and she more than just a good feeling about the Hallmark holiday. She didn't need a boyfriend or a husband, she didn't need roses or candy, all she needed was her friends and family that loved her. Today is supposed to be about love, not happy couples or proving that you're a good partner… Just love.

For some people Valentine's Day isn't special it seems like it happens everyday...    

Valentine’s day is just another day

Another day to read “Good morning babe. I love you with all my heart.”

On a sticky note

Stuck to the refrigerator door

Another day to receive a kiss on my forehead after every hug

Another day to receive my daily dose of chocolate

That I can’t live without

Another day to have my side tickled as we lay on the couch

My head resting on his shoulder

Letting all my stresses disappear

Valentine’s Day is just another day

To laugh at his stupid jokes

To smile until my face hurts

To hug him and contemplate

Never letting go

Valentine’s Day is just another day

To wonder how I became so lucky

To wish that forever really meant forever

To live every moment with him to the fullest

Valentine’s Day is just another day

To follow our everyday routine

Loving each other unconditionally

Like every day is Valentine’s Day