I have this friend that I like and i really have no clue if she like me or not she say we are just friends and nothing more then that but why do we always talk about sexual things and we flirt a lot but on some days we don’t talk at all even when i say something flirty or sexual to her she don’t say nothing back or it seem like she annoyed by me but then on other day she like it and flirt back and it almost seems like she like me just the same way as I do I get so confused cause she change everyday 

submitted by: emman0702

There are certain experiences that people remember forever. A person’s first kiss is one of those experiences. It can be a beautiful dream or a horrible nightmare, yet it’s lasting effects are remembered forever.

submitted by: eluesion

     It was 6 years ago when I first saw her. Early in the morning chirping in my ear, a bright and shining morning. A brand new day to begin something new. A new year, a new school. The first day I walked into class, seeing a variety of different people. But one girl caught my eye. She had me focused the whole time. I didn’t know her, not the slightest bit. But as I stood in front of the classroom, I was asked to sit down since I was looking like a food standing there. I still remember, I sat two rows to the right and three seats down from her. She was in perfect view for me, but she didn’t see me at all.

“Jonathan!” I looked up, the teacher was taking attendance.

“Here,” I said in a nervous voice. I’m almost a senior and yet I’m acting like I don’t know anything.

“Lisa!” That was it. That was her name. The girl, the pretty girl that I could see perfectly. Lisa. Lisa, a beautiful name. As I’m sitting there, the only thing running in my mind was Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Smack, right on my desk a booklet full of what I’m about to learn in class. I was never really good at English, but I always had a story to write. Pronouns, verbs, I’m sure I’ve used these but never really paid attention to what they are. I was a sort of a lazy student, I didn’t focus much. All I did was listen to my music, the only thing that could keep my attention.

“Teacher,” I said, “What’s the plan for today?”

“Mr. Hudson, my name is Mr.Hudson.”

I apologized, “Mr. Hudson, what’s the plan for today?”

“Well Jonathan, you are going to partner up with someone in the class and create a presentation on what you think will happen in your grade eleven year.” My heart started to race, I’m going to pick Lisa, I’m going to. Before I could look towards Lisa, he spoke again. “But I’m choosing the partners.” My hopes vanished then came back. I didn’t think I would get Lisa as a partner, but what if he chose her to be my partner, my heart started to race again. “Gurdaur, you’re working with Jonathan.” What? Gurdaur? Who is this guy? Look to my left and there he is, a nice looking fella, I can tell he doesn’t care much for fashion seeing he’s wearing dark blue jeans and sneakers. I guess I would have to get to know the guy.

I exchanged numbers with Gurdaur since we were going to be partners for awhile. As I look up at the clock, class was about to end. From that hour of being partners with Gurdaur, I can tell you something. He’s one hell of a joker. Very funny guy, always cracking a joke. Gurdaur made my first day at a new school enjoyable, even though he wasn’t Lisa, it was still fine.

As I walked out of class, we were assigned lockers. I was at the far left side of the hallway while Gurdaur and Lisa were on the other side right beside each other. The joker and the pretty girl are right beside each other, that lucky man I thought.

The lunch break came around so I went outside for a smoke. It turns out my locker neighbour also smoked. Over the couple of weeks we both went outside at lunch for a cigarette every day. I got to know him quite a bit. He is the type of guy that just gets things done right away. He would rather get his work finish now then wait a week to do it. I was the total opposite. I just didn’t like doing any work. As the weeks progressed, the days got longer. Not once in English have I had the change to work with Lisa. I would always see her working; I would only see the back of her head. But one day I was looking and she turned around. She borrowed an eraser from Gurdaur and she looked at me for a second or two. Gurdaur cracked a joke and she smiled. That smile so heart warming, those teeth so glimmering, those brown eyes astonishing, and her face, it was just speechless. There are more words to describe her but none I can think of.

I came to school late one day, I turned the corner and it was her. She gave me a smile. One of those ‘glad to see you’ smiles. I smiled right back, the same way and went to my locker. I got what I needed and proceeded to walk right back. I thought it would be nice to stop and have a little chat. At the same time, I had a few butterflies in my stomach. I went up to her and asked why she was late. She told me she felt like sleeping in. It was a legit answer because I did the same. I actually had a nice five minute talk with her about whatever came to mind. She was smiling and laughing the whole time. That whole talk made my entire week; I couldn’t get over how well that went. I told her that we were both late and we’d better go to our classes, I started to walk away and she ran back to me and asked me for my number. I was so surprised. I wasn’t the type of guy that had a good looking body or face. I considered myself the opposite. I was a fat guy. No shame in saying that, I was fat. I gave her my number and parted ways.

Halfway through my history classes I received a text. It was Lisa saying how bored she was in her math class. I sent her some funny texts which made her laugh in class and also get a detention. I felt bad so I waited for her till she was done her detention. We went to our lockers and had some small chat and I asked her if she wanted me to walk her home. She told me she took the bus and so did I. I didn’t know we took the same bus; I always had to leave school in a hurry because my job started right when I got off the bus. We arrived at Scottsdale Exchange. I got off and took my second bus home leaving Lisa to go home by herself.

There was only one month left of English and I was about to make my move in class. I went up to her and said, “Lisa, would you,” and she cut me off.

“Oh my god yes, I do want to be your partner, this project is going to be hard.”

My brain froze.  I guess now she is my partner for this last project. I thought I’d make my move when we finish this project and English. But before I realized, we handed in our projects and finished English. We both passed with a solid B. Later that night I looked at the clock. It was 11:11. I made a wish, but I knew they never worked. School was halfway over.

I got my next semester courses and none of them I had with Lisa. Sort of made me sad, I really liked seeing her every day in class. But I guess it was alright since I saw her in the hallways. But recently, I rarely seen her, the hallways were always crowed and she is a short girl. So Gurdaur must have been covering her from time to time. But one day I came late to school and so did Lisa. I saw her and she didn`t seem happy to see me. Her face was emotionless when she looked at me. What happened? Months went by, I don’t get why I didn’t just talk to her. It seemed to me if I did, something would go wrong. I didn’t know what to do. I had weight training, so I took my frustration out on working out. I started to lose quite a bit of weight. Maybe if I looked better Lisa would say something. So I worked harder and harder every day to get her attention.

The year ended. Grade eleven complete. What do I do know? Summer is now here but what can I do. I was about to talk to Lisa. I could just barely see her face in the crowed of people wanting to get their yearbooks signed. She turned her head and saw me. I didn’t look away but she did with her emotionless face. What did I do? Before I knew it I was at home contemplating what to do. Two months went by, the more weight I lost, the better looking I got. School started in one week. Senior year, the last year before we have to do something big with our lives. Looking through my phone, I pass by Gurdaurs number. I called him to see if he wanted to hang out, and he did, we made plans for tomorrow.

The next day was all jokes. We went to a cafe to chat with some women, and we were smooth talkers. Then we just sat down and talked about some people. Lisa came up. He told me Lisa moved. She moved half way across the country. My heart dropped and it wouldn’t come back up, it stayed down. When he saw my face, he knew right there that I had strong feelings for her. I didn’t know what to do, I felt like crying, fighting, throwing up, I had so many mixed feelings. I felt depressed, but I knew that couldn’t stop me, I had to forget about her. Senior year came, I was strong, I wasn’t going to let anyone mess around with me or anyone I cared about and no one did.

It was graduation day. I went to the parties and everything else. But it was all missing something. It was missing Lisa. I didn’t know Lisa that much, but there was something she had that no other girl did. Every girl has something special, but Lisa, she’s a whole other story.

Three years later, I’m living by myself in a house I bought from working, selling songs, poems, books. My life was based around writing. I of course had my other hobbies, playing my musical instruments and working out. I could safely say I had a very nice body. Everything a woman desires in a man and everything a man wanted to be. I did it for her. That’s saying a lot. I did this all for her. All my songs, all my poems, all these books had a connection with Lisa. She is something different.

A few months later Gurdaur contacts me asking to hangout, of course I would, a good high school buddy. He told me he has good news. I finally meet up with him and he asks me what I think about Lisa. I don’t have to say anything, he knows. He’s recently got in contact with Lisa and knows where she lives. She moved back, back into the big city. He takes me to where she lives. I told him not now, not yet. We drive back and part from there. I go to back to my house and wonder what I should do.

Months pass; I don’t know why it has taken me this long. But I can do it now. She lived in the house with the red door. I sit across the street from her house, on a bench, with a notebook and a pen. Six years ago, I met her. Six Years ago, my life changed. Six years ago, I didn’t forget anything. Six years ago.

I going to finish writing up and decide what to do. I’m going to knock on that red door and see who answers. You should never wait. Make your move.

submitted by: mrpotatos

Let me run away into my dreams
where maybe my secret respite may
protect me from my various
deadly demons.

Let this monstrous world never collide with 
my secret sanctuary. May my dreams 
surround me in a thick blanket of
security, love and warmth;
where fear, neglect and pain 
can never find me

Let my dreams tuck me away into the night
As my imaginative mind 
fights to keep me safe, and lets my
mental mind become divided. 

Let me stay in wandering mode for 
tonight. Where the haunters can not 
haunt me, and the hunters can not 
hunt me, because our worlds no longer 
collide…

submitted by: chacha-susia

feelings they make you crazy if they werent there you wouldnt noe what love is you wouldnt noe what tears are .. but they are and they may be the hardest thing to deal with but they could be the best at times when your smiling and laughing and when you inlove but they may suck when you like a boy or a bad break-up but be happy there there no matter how good or bad it is

submitted by: teddy-bear-loverx3

That one special girl is the girl who’s eyes are like the sun 

So sharp and Glaring I cant stop staring 

She is the girl who’s heart is like a drum 

So strong and loud I cant believe I wasnt there to hear it

She is so beautiful she reminds me of an Angel

I cant wait to go to heaven and see it  

She is my dream 

I cant wait to achieve it 

She is my life 

I cant wait to start living it 

She is my queen I cant wait to be crowned King

submitted by: distinguishedhonor

Summer days, sunshine rays

All your struggles, just a phase.

No worries or cries
Keep your head high.

Let your mind wander through the clouds in the sky.

Avoid all of the fears, wipe your tears
Strive for your goals, your purpose is near.

No doubts or lies
Keep your dreams alive.

Let your mind wander through the clouds in the sky. 

Submitted by: anonymous

I Love You But Do You Love Me? It’s a question .. I’m Practically inlove But What Can I Do About It If You Barely Even knoe If I Exist When I See You It gives me so many butterflies … i even bump into you on purpose stupid much ? but i love you and love makes you blind and feel stupid ♥♥

Submitted by: Unknown.