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Our Love Story
I can surely say that I won't be able to forget about our love story. You were the most beautiful thing that could ever happen in my life. The most tender feeling I have ever endured. Having you in my life and having the opportunity to meet you brought warmth, love, and passion to my heart and soul. The fact that we decide to go separate ways has filled my heart with coldness, sadness and fear, not knowing if you would ever come back to me and perhaps you would forget me bring tears to my eyes.
I will like to remind you and the beautiful relationship we had as the most wonderful dream that happens once every thousand night, that particular dream that everyone wishes to have everyday in order to maintain the spark and hope. I would remind us for a lifetime as something that happened and not forgotten.
Months ago, we decided to give love a try. However, we both were single and not quite planning on sharing feelings, personal biography, issues, our past, and who we were at that time with anyone. Two different worlds just collide in one night. We both had a coupl...
The many special moments that were spent together, will never be relived again in the same capacity.
Early in the morning, twenty four years ago on the twelvth day in the month of July, a baby boy was born at St. Mary's hospital in Athens, Georgia. The Pollock household of three had grown by one. Jennifer, the new boy's three year old sister, had already named him. The new boy was to be called Jody Lamon Pollock. Jody was the name she picked, and Lamon was the mother's father's name. So this is how I came to be Mr. Jody Lamon Pollock.
America and Race have a long and entangled history. The concept of Race, like America is a recent invention. Race is an idea constructed by society to further political and economic goals. Race was never just a matter of how you look, it's about how people assign meaning toward how you look. It is ironic that a nation that takes great pride in one the foundation “All men are created Equal” can at the same time portray the idea of Race in such a scale that would repress and kill so many people. In this essay I will address what necessitated the creation of the story of race in American history.
A New Literacy Age in American Society Super Sad True Love Story by Gary Shteyngart depicts a futuristic American society dominated by media. Technology is their most precious process, everything revolves around their äppärät. Everyone is ranked based on their attractiveness and wealth. Most people want to stay young and live longer. Any written artifacts are almost non-existent, and literacy is not the same as before.
I remember the day when we met each other You came riding into Thebes as a hero for riding the land of the sphynx. Above the crowd I stood atop my balcony watching the gathering crowd. Our eyes had met and I knew that you were the one to fill the hole in my heart. Immediately we had connected and I knew that you were the one for me. The gods had blessed me with another husband that was genuinely kind and wise.
When you got sick and the doctors told me I should hold you back you taught me it was more important to feel and grow like any other child than to have me hide you under my wing. It was more important to live. And that you did. You danced so beautifully, for years. And then your greatest joy, cheerleading. You made me so proud. You have always been my greatest pride and joy. I'm not sure how I can live this life without you. Remember when you would cry and tell me you were so afraid because you didn't want me to die before you. And I would tell you I wasn't going to die. And remember me saying you couldn't die before me, so we agreed, we had to go at the same time because neither of us could live without the other.
The girl she was special to me, and I wrote about fifteen poems about her, and our love. I truly thought in my fantasy mind she was the one and only. Absolutely it wasn 't reality, but surely the perception of my teenage imagination. I loved this girl, and I didn 't want to love somebody else. 'I don 't wanna love somebody else ', by great big world ', to the day I will listen to that song, and think of her. Ponder the memories I have with her, of all our dances, and the times I have talked to her. These memories are figments of love that most likely will never be shared with another human being while I am in my teenage state. Beyond that state there seems to be another world where I can let her
I remember that during winter of my junior year, I had see my ex-girlfriend for the first time in three years. She left my life when I was in the eighth grade, because I was irresponsible to dumped her two time during our relationship. I can probably never forget how special she meant to me. I know that deep inside, I still loved her dearly. I stop talking to her for three years because she was so busy with her life. After about three years of excommunication, I finally got the courage to call her up and ask about how was thing going for her. We caught up on old memories and enjoy a few laughs about the new ones. After the conversation, I decided to go see her the next day.
Nothing beats the idea of living a prestige lifestyle. Evelyn Nesbit was a young talented girl who climbed up the social ladder through capturing attention of many well-known men in the early 1900s (Gottschalk, 2008). Two of the men Nesbit was associated with were Stanford White and Harry Thaw (Gottschalk, 2008). Thaw's insanity caused the life of White (Gottschalk, 2008). Many seem to agree Nesbit is responsible for Thaw’s death. However, evidently, Nesbit is merely a victim of the situation. The influences of older men, her mother, and society brought upon a death that was out of her own control.
With each passing moment, my heart seems to yearn for our reunion with even greater ardor, despite my prior belief that my love for you had already reached the zenith of human emotion. Over the course of our long and painful separation, I have experienced and endured more than I ever thought I would within the vicinity of my time on this earth, and have been forced to drastically revise my interpretations of both pure bliss and anguish.
Our official journey began on August 2, 1997 in Las Vegas. That was our wedding day and my official entry into married life. Tim and I said, ?I do? in Clark County, Nevada. The clerk declared us 'best friends for life' in a ceremony with just the two of us. That declaration was more profound and welcomed than one any priest could have made.
Every day that I wake up and every night before I fall asleep, I thank God that we met, because without you I would be nothing. Through the hard times you have held my hand, through the rough times you have held me close to you, and through the ups and downs you have stayed by my side. What else could I ask for? When I am sick you tuck me in. You have brought back the person that everyone loved and have helped me learn to be the person I always wanted and knew I could be.
...e,” because he didn’t want my senior year to revolve around someone I can barely see. His detachment reached the point of no response, and he ceased communication all together, saying “It was needed for us to move on until college.” To this day I still love him, and I know he still loves me. He wants the best for me, and although it is painful because I cannot hear his voice, it’s truly what I need. “I will be there at the airport the day you arrive at your future college, I love you forever and always.” These were the last words that I heard from him, harsh, yet caring. To this day I still love him, and try to move on, but no one seems to even come close to this amazing person. “Love at first sight” I once believed as a fools quote, but today I see it as the most amazing thing in the world, something that is achieved by pure chance and luck, only experienced by few.
When time jumped like lighting, so did we, not to our feet but towards each other. We held one another even tighter and didn't want to let go. Although, time was spent wisely and carefully saved, we had run out and were rushed like an ambulance to meet the schedule appointed in half an hour. In sweet bitterness, we packed up and went home. An everlasting day at Lake Lavon that is perpetual in my heart will remain there forever.
Teens deal with conflict on a day-to-day basis. This holds true especially for Jared. You could say Jared was your average everyday teenager. He plays the guitar in his free time and has a great number of friends. But as for girlfriends, that’s a different story.