Entries tagged with "friendship"
I met the most wonderful person a month and a half ago. I had spent such a large part of my life telling myself, telling the universe what I wanted. What I was supposed to have, and never getting it. I should have known better. I decided a month and a half back to just let go, see what the universe has for me and embrace it instead of rejecting it. Through a strange series of events, a friend from 20 years ago visited me. He got me to look at a specific online dating site and urged me to talk to one person he found in particular. I waited before deciding to be open to the universe and all it had. I reached out to find out this person was a co-worker I hadn’t really spoken to for the last year or so. A few nights later, I ran into her and her friends out on the town… again because this friend wanted to go out. My co-worker introduced me to her friend and as we shook hands I felt this incredible fear and wanted my hand back. I sat there for a bit trying to figure it out and realized it wasn’t fear, but her touch alone set my soul afire. We ended up talking a bit and when we parted we shook hands again. I didn’t want her or I to let go. It was like the universe manifested itself right there and shouted to me in love and compassion that she is someone who should be in my life. She is someone I should know and be known by.
A month later we met again. We’d had sporadic emails… my co-worker wanted to fix us up as she said she saw sparks, but our schedules made it a bit difficult to get talking. Now its been two weeks of dating. I don’t know where this will go. I have hopes, but I’m keeping myself open. The universe brought us together saying “you should know this person.” She is truly one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. Whether we become one of the greatest love stories ever told or just good friends it will be wonderful to have her in my life. From what she’s told me, it sounds like she was finally in the right place to meet someone when we met as well.
I’m going to try a lot more of this being open. I’ve known for years that I should be, but its funny how when you finally are, things begin to play out as they should.
One thing I do know, I enjoy learning about her and from her. I could spend a lifetime learning and sharing with her.
I feel as though I give my all to every single person I call a friend, but only a few of them really appreciate it. I want to be appreciated, not thought of as someone to lean on all the time. I want someone to lean on as well. I need that shoulder at times. I don’t think any of them understand how strong I’m not. I want them to listen to my problems, and not just brush it off like nothing.
I guess I just want to feel more loved.
Last year I got involved with someone as my long term relationship began to fall apart. It didn’t go very far, we never “cheated,” just mild flirtations. When my relationship died, the flirtation and I got serious all too fast, and we ended up sleeping together. That night, he was smoking a cigarette while I curled up alone on the couch. He slept with his back to me, and in the freezing room I curled up against his back for warmth. The next morning he waited for me to leave. I felt so empty. When I got home, I took the hottest shower I’ve ever taken and tried to burn the smell of him off my skin. When I got out, I had one new text message:
“Hey, I had fun, but I think I’m going to get back with my ex-girlfriend. Sorry, we can just be friends.”
When I was nine years old, I was molested by my male cousin (who was sixteen at the time). I recently told my best friend about it, but all she told me was “get over it”. How could I get over something that still haunts me to this day? Being molested isn’t a good thing and cannot be forgotten.
I will be twenty within the next few days.
Today I realized that I have spent the last three years of my life watching the girl of my dreams slowly digging herself a hole that she will never get out of. This girl has ruined every relationship I have had since her, and when I break it off to be with her, she tosses me to the side where I sulk, waiting patiently for her to come to her senses. It hasn’t happened yet.
I believe that one of the most painful things to see, other than your own death, is to watch someone else slowly become their worst enemy through a series of poor decisions and some unsavory characters.
On top of that, I realized that I am the worst person ever. I am egotistical. I use people. I burn more bridges than I build. I put people down to make myself feel better. I am not a nice person. I am spiteful.
All of these things cease to exist when I’m with her, even if only for a split second. She brings out the best in me, or rather anything good that’s still left. Yet, she fails to realize it.
Maybe someday, she will finally get it.
My friend is dying due to an addiction to heroin, cocaine, pills, syrups, basically anything he can take to get fucked up. We dated for five months, then I finally left him thinking he was using me for sex. He wasn’t. But he isn’t this way because of me—it was the girl before me. I can’t decide what’s worse, the fact that my friend is going to die and there’s nothing I can do, or that I’m jealous that I’m not the cause.
Hey, I’m twelve years old. I live in Canada.
This is my story.
I’m exceptionally gifted. That doesn’t matter. That much.
So, in grade five (I’m finishing up grade six now) I had a huge crush on a girl. The basic story, I know.
So on a chain email, I found her email address. At this point I was visiting California, I live in Canada. This was also over summer break. So I emailed her, along with a bunch of other contacts.
She responded, and we had pretty good conversations. Eventually we added each other on Facebook, and we started talking a lot more. It was great, for a kid like me who at this time was going crazy because of this girl.
We started talking a lot more, and every once and a while we would see each other in the halls at school. I worked up the guts to tell her that I had feelings for her, and she said that that was fine, but that was it.
Eventually she got a cell phone, and we started texting each other. At this time we were pretty good friends.
We now text each other everyday, and see each other every school day. It’s great, we’re best friends. But I’m confused; I know that we could never be together, and that it’s not right to have a significant other at 12, but I still have feelings for her. I think… I really don’t know, it’s weird.
But yeah, that is my enticing story.
Sorry for wasting your time.
Have a nice life.
Spencer
About 3 months ago, my best friends dad died of lung cancer. For all the time I’ve known him, he had never smoked, rarely drank, and was an amazing man. I don’t even know how he got cancer. But once it was all done, and he passed away, I went to his viewing. The one thing that hit me the most was my friends little brother, who was 6, having a death grip on my friends index finger. His name is Sean, and when he saw me he came and gave me a hug. I’m above average height for my age, 15 years old and 5′ 11 1/2″, but the force of this little kid giving me a hug just proved to me that even if someone is not related by blood, they can still care about you and turn to you when they’re in a bad time in their lives.
I worked at a detention home in NY, trying to make the world a better place. In less than 2 years i knew i would never make a difference. I packed up, left NY and went to school in FL to work with zoo animals. Since i graduated, i got engaged, broke a heart, obtained more debt then I’d like to think about, met my best friend and introduced more people to animals and their hardship in the wild, then can be counted.
I finally feel like I may be making a difference.
Now my best friend moved away, and I’m not sure i want to do this any more.
I skinny dipped in a lake. While working at a Christian camp. With 9 other people. IT WAS AWESOME!
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