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Name: Stephanie
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Thursday, September 04, 2008

life is like a story
once the book is finish, you know your life has come to an end
so try to fill the pages, with all your sorrows and happiness

love is like pain, and pain i guess
must be necessary in life
through all the pain and sorrow
i can see what i've found
just two empty hand and broken heart
and a mind i cannot find
having confusions, and all the lies and stories
i've learn to be strong
through storms and lightning rain

i want a love just so true, that i'll never wanna let go
即使身邊世事再毫無道理
與你永遠亦連在一起
你不放下我 我不放下你
我想確定每日挽住同樣的手臂
不敢早死要來陪住你 我已試夠(過)
別離並不很淒美 我還如何撇下你
獻盡了 雲湧風起 還怎麼捨得放下你

i onced loved you, and now i tell you
after giving up and you gave me a different answer
you said "i always had a good time with you"
but was it true or was it just word of comfort, i really dont know
i wish you never said it cause it gave me the feelings
that you once did
have those feelings for me

I just want to breathe again
Learn to face the joy and pain
Discover how to laugh a little , cry a little
Live a little more
I just wanna face the day
Forget about the woes of yesterday
Maybe if I hope a little Try a little more
I`ll breathe again

and up till this point and to the end,

I've never had someone who truly care


Wednesday, February 21, 2007


girl: let's play a game
boy: sure.. like wat?
girl: let's play catch
boy: okay.. you go ahead and run
girl: no u run. i'm sure i'll find you in no time..
boy: aites. turn around
girl: [turn around] run now. imma come nd get you
boy: [run run run]
after awhile
girl: gotcha [put her arms around the boy]
boy: aww man. you got me.
girl: yes i got you, and i'll never let you go..cox i love you
boy: [silence] i love you too <3
&& a whole new love story began with the game "catch"

the end.


Sunday, January 21, 2007

Girl: Do I ever cross ur mind?
Boy: No
Girl: Do u like me?
Boy: Not really
Girl: Do u want me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would u cry if I left?
Boy: No
Girl: Would u live for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would u do anything for me?
Boy: No way
Girl: What would u choose.. ur life or me?
Boy: My life
Girl: Runs off crying..

What she doesnt noe is..
The reason why she never crossed his mind is because she's always on his mind
The reason why he doesn't like her is because he loves her
The reason why he doesn't want her is because he needs her
The reason why he wont cry if she left is because he would die if she left
The reason why he wouldn't live for her is because he would die for her
The reason why he won't do anything for her is because he`d do everything for her.


a girl and her boyfriend were speeding over 100 mph on a bike one late saturday night.. Girl: Slow down...Im scared!
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not! Please..its scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine! I love you..now slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Ok, Now can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? Its really bugging me..

in the paper the next day:
A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure.
2 people were on it, but only 1 survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes had been broken, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug 1 last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.


-STORY-


10th Grade: As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.She was my so-called "bestfriend". I stared at her long silky hair and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th Grade: The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared into her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2hours, One Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me and said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and Idon't know why.

Senior Year: The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in the 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates; we would go together just as "bestfriends". So we did. Prom Night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said-"I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy and I don't know why.

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angelup on the stage to her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. But before everyone went home, she came up in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said-"you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I want to be more than just friends. I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek.I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just to shy and I don't know why.

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my "bestfriend".At the service, they read her diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me that he loved me!"


"Never give love a chance to pass you by..."








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