Love Blog

soem one asked me to make another story so here it is sorry if it sucks

Well it happened. My boyfriend and i broke up and m not going to lie im crushed.I really liked him and loved being with him. But the good news is that we are still friends, but it is really hard because i want to be with him.We broke up because it was hard to have a good relationship when your life is run by someone who loves to be controlling. i dont blame him for feeling the way he felt but i do wish that we had lasted. I really care about him and i hope that in the future he and i will be able to have a real shot at a relationship, but for now i guess that i will just have to settle for friendship. itll take me awhile to get used to it but i know i will in the end.i just wish it didnt suck so bad... 

lifes perfect, it aint perfect you dont know what the struggles for
falling down aint fallin down if you don't cry when you hit the floor
it's called the past cause i'm gettin past
and I aint nothing like I was before.
you ought to see me now
yes I was burned, but I call it a lesson learned
mistake, I returned so I called it a lesson learned
my soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned
another lesson learned 

And it's draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I 
Bleeding Love  (Spirit Album by Leona Lewis) 

‘What are you going to do?' Lynette asked after Desmond left.

‘What do you mean?' It was hard to admit that the attraction still existed to herself, and she was not willing or ready yet to admit to someone else.

‘There is still something going on between you two. The chemistry, attraction, is almost touchable. It so uncomfortable that I could not stay. That is why I took Sarah with me.'

 
It's not over
Not for me
Used to have so much faith and i still believe
You're my weakness
You're my strength
And one without the other
Just don't make no sense 

It's not as easy for me as it is for you
Let me talk about it
It's not that easy
What am i meant to do without your love, your love?
What am i meant to do without your love? 

It's Not That Easy (Truth about Love Album by Lemar)

Let's make love
All night long
Until all our strength is gone
Hold on tight
Just let go
I want to feel you in my soul
Until the sun comes up
Let's make love 

Do you know what you do to me
Everything inside of me Is wanting you
And needing you
I'm so in love with you
Look in my eyes
Let's get lost tonight
In each other 

Let's Make Love (Breathe Album by Faith Hill)

Imagine there was no tomorrow
Imagine that I couldn't see your face
There would be no limit to my sorrow
'cause there's nothing that could fill that space
I don't wanna put it off for too long
I didn't say all that I had to say
I wanna take my time and right the wrong before we get to that place 

Have that wreckles love
That crazy love
That off the wall won't stop ti'l I get enough kind of love
I need that love
So baby, let's go

Have that wreckless love
That crazy love
That I don't really care
We can have it anywhere
Kind of love
That wreckless love 

Wreckless Love  (As I Am Album by Alicia Keys) 

After Desmond left her office, Chantelle decided to work on the speeches at home. She was still busy packing when Yvonne and Lynette came to see her.

Desmond felt rejected by Chantelle. The feeling of rejection annoyed him because he would like to be unaffected by her actions. He had never before experienced such intense feelings and attractions to a woman. Whenever he was around, he would lose control and that was so frustrating.

Desmond felt Chantelle's last bit of resistance crumbled. Her hands crept up his chest, becoming demanding as she curled her arms around his necks. Her reactions ignited flames of arousal that invoked another physical reaction. His body became hard with arousal; it was painful and irresistibly sweet at the same time.

Desmond felt pangs of intense jealously going through his body when he overheard Chantelle's last sentence. What did she mean when she said, ‘You are predicting that I am going to get my heart broken,... and you are urging me on to sleep with the man?'

Desmond, amused by Chantelle's reaction, stood up and walked to the door. ‘Ladies, first.' Desmond told her with a smile.

He is not a small man and his big frame almost filled the door. Chantelle will have to brush up against him to pass through and she must try to avoid that. Her body is not in synch with her mind and she must avoid touching him.

‘Well, as I told you before, we can deal with your worries about the sound equipment after we visited the boys in prison.' Chantelle Mckay's right hand clutched the telephone receiver while she brushed her left hand over her auburn hair. She is getting annoyed with the agent on other side of the line.

So this is my story...

  Why do I go day by day, stopping my self from ending it all? Is it because I'm afraid of what happens when I'm dead? People say, when you die you rest for all eturnity, in the most incredible place of all. Where streets are paved with gold, and people never gring their teeth.  But if your heart is heavier than a feather, then you burn in a lake of flames for all eturnity. Her name was Emily... at first an ordinary girl, who I saw and hung out on the weekends, then to buying the occasional gift for. Next thing I knew I was having the most beautiful day of my life with her... (virginity.) We lived and loved for six long years, she took the greast days of my life with her when she left, all the times through heart ache, and hearted love. She was there for me, and I was there for her. But the day my heart was ripped from my chest was the worst beggining of the start of the last days of my life, (indepth thinking, but makes perfect sense if your good with grammer.) So now I remain clueless everyday of why I never saw her again. We were ready for a full day of fun and excitment, but when I woke up she was gone. With people make fun of people like me of the "perfectly wrong love story" with  movies of comedy, joking around with my life, thining it's "ha-ha larious," (critic phrase.) Maybe I should show them all how "funny," it is for people like me. Maybe I should just...      This was writen not based off my life, but I'm sure there are many people in this world that feel like this. Once again this was written as a fiction essay... Thanks for Reading, please give advise, and comments... take it easy though I'm only forteen... Thanks Again!

  You may know me as one of those "popular kids" who is always hanging out with friends and blah,blah, blah but when all that's taken away from you when the absolute love of your life say "I HATE YOU" your world comes to a stop. For three years me and Bri were in total smitten of each other. We always were together, and always laughing and having fun. Even though we weren't your loving farytail we still had love for one another. We went three years not ksing, and when you want to spend time together only for each others company, instead of what the other can offer you know your in love. And finally that day came when she sawme kiss my cousin good bye(not romanticly, but as in a family kiss.) She didn't know she was my cousin, so she tells me to my face that were breaking up, and in the middle of the hall way I start to bust out in tears. With my heart ripped out of me and stabbed, all of my guy friends arelaughing at me, while
I'm on the floor crying my eyes out, while the love of my life walks away withno mercy of bring my heart back.

                                                                    A SA SAD LOVE STORRY

Why am I starting this blog? Well I am not sure yet... maybe to confess all my sins? Free myself from the shame? Perhaps to have people tell me what a horrible, terrible person I am?

"Tak, wiedziałem że wczoraj nic się nie zmieni gdy pójdziesz do Niego "porozmawiać". Czego innego mogłem się spodziewać, niż tego, że gdy On powie "nie" ty nic innego nie zrobisz poza tym, że pokornie zrobisz to co powiedział... Mówiąc że CHCESZ dać NAM szansę, na prawdę Ci uwierzyłem, że tego chcesz, ale widocznie On ma na Ciebie niesamowity wpływ, że nie potrafisz mu powiedzieć to, co na początku zamierzałaś... Może po prostu nie zamierzałaś i tylko mnie okłamujesz cały czas... Dlatego chciałem się z Tobą dzisiaj spotkać. Czy mógłbym Cię prosić, żebyś się dzisiaj NIE SPOTKAŁA Z NIM i przyszła porozmawiać?"

Rozmawialiśmy. Nie było to na żywo, rozmawialiśmy przez komunikatory internetowe, ale zawsze jest to jakaś rozmowa. Tylko rozmowa prowadzi do rozwiązania problemu, który zaistniał, nie ucieczka od niej. Ucieczka od rozmowy niczego nie rozwiąże, co więcej: doprowadzi do tego żeby wszystko jeszcze bardziej się pogorszyło. To jest powód, dla którego mi zależy żeby rozmawiać. Nie musi to być o tych rzeczach, które w tym momencie zadają bardzo dużo bólu, zarówno mnie jak i jej, mogą to być po prostu zwykłe rozmowy związane z życiem codziennym... Coś, z czego można się pośmiać, podzielić się swoimi wątpliwościami lub pochwalić się tym co się działo w pracy... Jest tyle ciekawych tematów do rozmawiania... Ale, nadal pozostaje ten jeden, który zadaje ból... Nie widzę innego sposobu żeby go rozwiązać, niż tylko rozmowa... Szczera rozmowa...

Teraz juz sam nie wiem kim jestem. Wiem tylko że załozyłem właśnie bloga, żeby podzielić się z innymi tym co czuję. Myślałem że mam kobietę, z którą na zawsze będę szczęśliwy, która będzie idealną matką dla naszych dzieci, cudowną partnerką w każdym aspekcie życia, tak dobrze nam się układało. Wszystko. Zarówno w życiu codziennym jak i intymnym. Wszystko się zmieniło w mgnieniu oka. Nie wiem kiedy i z jakiego powodu...

A previous girlfriend of named paige probobly was 'the one', and i lost her for personal reasons... We loved eachother soo much. sure we broke up and got back together about 40 times. but when i became an emo, i thought i lost her... but she accepted me for who i am. a few days into this summer, i left her without a word. i havent talked to her since. i left her to protect her from myself. i knew o would change for the worse and i did. i didnt want to drag her into this mess. i just hope she can forgive me...

My girlfriend, jen and i resently broke up. We dated for about 2 weeks until she realized she didnt love me the way she thought. But she desided not to tell me. Instead, she told one of our friends, Tyler. I figured out that ty was hiding something from me on myspace when she was quiet for a while. I finaly got her to tell me, and when she did my heart felt like a rock sinking to the botom of the deepest trench in the ocean. When i talked to jen about it, she felt terrible. She still does. After that i got sick. but now im back to my old self. But honestly, dont u hate it when u figure out that stuff? Seriously...