I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Mandy the market-trader from Milton Keynes. She smells of hot dogs and counterfeit perfume.
On our first date, I decided to woo Mandy with some Greek mythology I’d recently read: 'In the beginning,' I explained, 'all human beings were hermaphrodites with four hands and four legs and two faces turned in opposite directions on the same head. These hermaphrodites were so powerful and their pride so self-absorbed that Zeus [the supreme god] was forced to cut them in two - into a male and female half. And from that day, each man and each woman has yearned to rejoin the half from which he or she has been severed'.
Mandy told me to stop being drippy.
'But I think you're my severed half,' I cried.
Mandy did not reply. And we spent the rest of the evening in a disastrous silence.
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Dmitri
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Russian cellist called Dmitri. He smells of sex and vodka.
When I watch him playing, it is like he is using up his soul. He cradles his cello like he cradles me and he talks like he bathes in revolutionary poetry.
We met when I was a student and he taught me how to drink vodka, make blinis and why there's more to Chekhov than ducks going to Moscow.
I taught him how to make a proper bacon buttie, play pool and find the best beer.
He and his cello went back to St Petersburg. He is the only man I would have married.
written by Heather
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Too Big Fingers
I have fallen head over heels in love with the boy with the too-big fingers. He smells of sleep and cigarettes. He never shows anyone his smile except me, and he moves like he’s bigger than he is. As he clumps too-loudly on my wooden floors, I want to cry. When the light changes, he leaves me fighting sweet pea tendrils and self-pity.
“But you gave me a raccoon foot,” I say. “Surely that counts for something?”
I didn’t mean to cry. He doesn’t know I miss his manic-depressive cat and eyebrows.
written by Meg
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Creepy
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with my creepy neighbor. She smells of bleach and old curtains.
She spends her days looking into my garden from above. Her apartment looks out over my house, and I couldn't help myself waving at her, longing for her wrinkled face to smile at me. All day she sits there and stares at me, and all day I wander around in my garden, waving at her while the image of her partial face behind the faded curtains grows fondly into my heart.
Today I finally build up the courage to say 'Hello' while waving at her. She didn't smile. She didn't speak. I spoke up: 'Hello!' Nothing happened. I yelled from the top of my lungs, giving it my all, my heart.
She stepped back and closed the curtains. Now all day I am weeping in my garden, desperately looking up again and again in hopes to find her staring at me - in vain.
written by Wenz - www.denkendoetgeenzeer.com
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Jake
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy called Jake. He smells of Christmas ale and homemade chocolate chip cookies.
I'm not sure if I loved him when he put on the toe socks I bought him, or if I loved him when he played N'Sync for me. I might have loved him when "All My Life" serenaded us and I slow danced with a boy for the first time in my 22 years of life. I might have loved him when he grabbed my hands and pulled me to the ground to sing me an 80's pop song....or I might have loved him when he put his arm around me, swept my hair back and told me that it didn't make me weak to feel sad.
I don't remember which moment it was. But when I walked out of the house on Garden Street, I knew it was him.
by jessica
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Lip Piercing
I have fallen head over heels in love with a jazz piano student who has a lip piercing. She smells of cigarettes and something sweet, and her hands are always warm and comforting.
I acted like a complete ponce when we first met, going on about this boy I had a crush on. She listened to me and smiled a quiet smile and I didn't realize I never wanted that boy at all, but her. And now I think of her and ache. I'm afraid too much has happened, she's living in a different city now, and the last time she called me she talked about a boy she's just met. He is a musician as well. I can't play any instrument.
Iida (http://iidantunnelmia.blogspot.com)
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Cerulean
I have fallen head-over-heels with a pair of cerulean eyes, particularly when they are framed by a pair of Persols. They smell of unabashed emotion.
Blue eyes are never just blue eyes. His have honey swirled in; if he were a Bob Ross painting, it would have been an accident; a drop of basic brown in the basic blue, resulting in a dramatically profound and realistic piece of life.
His eyes are most vivid when he’s upset, when I’m upset, when he’s tired, when he has consumed one too many beers at The Copper Hog.
His eyes are brightest when he’s living.
by Jessica
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Uranium
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a nuclear systems engineer... He smells faintly of computers and uranium. His glasses are even thicker than mine and he laughs at my science based jokes.
I asked him to go on a date with me, but he just looked nervous and explained that dates are a mere social convention, ill suited for the discovery of real love.
I blink back at him, suddenly aware that he probably likes that ginger girl in accounts he’s always talking about.
‘Besides’, he says, ‘You’ve never had a real job, and you live with your mum. I’m looking for an adult relationship’
I watch him leave, his skin faintly glowing with its greenish tinge, and wonder if I should have become an accountant.
written by Zo www.zojones.com
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Quiet Boy
I have fallen head-over heels in love with a quiet boy I met over the internet. He smells of laundry soap and mint bubblegum.
I saw him at school everyday. We'd always exchange shy, polite waves and stares but we never spoke. When we finally got around to speaking, I blurted out stories of ghosts and aliens.
On our first date, we watched a movie. The quiet boy I met over the internet and I didn't speak a word to each other. We wandered the mall endlessly until the quiet boy I met over the internet stopped. He turned to me. I stood there, demure and nervous. I waited for what must've been hours until he opened his mouth.
He stood there, obscure and captivating.
"Are you hungry?"
written by Erica
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Jacob
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Jacob. He smells of leather and beer and legitimately has no interest in me.
He has the kindest heart I have ever known, despite how hard it sometimes seems. He is not afraid to stand for something, no matter how vulnerable or lonely it can sometimes be. When I look at him I see the pain behind those strong eyes and wish he could let me in, wish I could be the one to soften some of the hurt he has felt and let him know how amazing he is for surviving.
He’s perfect; but he likes boys, and will never want a little girl like me.
written by Cami
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Gay
I have fallen head-over-heels with my gay best friend. He smells of peppermint and hair spray.
When we are together, I laugh like I never laugh with anyone else. He is the only one who I let see me cry. When he smiles, I feel as though my soul is smiling.
I decided to tell him my feelings. His door was unlocked, so I walked in. He was kissing another man. I think it would have been better if he had been kissing a woman. Then I would know that I at least had a chance.
written by Rebecca
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litter picker
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with festival litter-picker. He smells of cheap beer and other people's mess.
He clutches his bag of empty bottles like treasure. "I don't get paid if I don't pick up" he said, and I wanted to kiss him all over.
In the night we had clumsy sex, and in the day he picked up rubbish. Collecting the world's cast-offs was helping him fund his fantasies.
"I'm writing a set of short stories about people who travel because they are lonely," he said. "I need this money for printer cartridges and cheap cigarettes."
I still think about him sometimes when I'm separating the glass from the plastic.
written by Lucy
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Jakob
i have fallen head-over-heels in love with a norwegian boy named jakob. he smells of sunshine and salmon and he is beautiful.
today (like every other day) he asked for my name.
i utter the answer (and wish with all of my heart that tomorrow will be they day that he will remember).
written by anonymous
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written by Tom
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C
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a girl i'll call C. Or C-girl, thats, better! She's not my best friend but my favourite one. She smells of perfumes i don't know.
written by Opa
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Minami
I have fallen head over heels in love with a Japanese boy named Minami. He smells of perfume spray and Old Spice.
He says 'I love you' only during sex and turns away to sleep after orgasm.
He smokes cigarettes and drinks alcohol and during the day he flirts with his girls. He wears v-neck shirts and white leather belts.
I make plans to move away to Canada. I hide his cigarettes and his alcohol and count his life savings of two thousand dollars.
I am going to start my life is a professional writer, constantly penning short stories about loving a boy called Minami far, far away.
written by adrienne
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I have fallen head over heels in love with the boy 10 lockers away. He smells of freshman year and Old Spice.
We met in the first week, both shy and lost, clinging ever so silently to a friendship that consisted of bus rides and bubblegum, and that cowboy hat you brought out every once in a while. I was scared and a child and I lied to myself. You always spoke with such high praise of my acting, little did you know of the role I daily played with you. At any given turn I saved those mental images you told me not to take, tried to forget our only fight, and love you like only a girl could. The hardest part was realizing the lies you can spin yourself with nothing but provocation from a deep seated fear of commitment. With a solemn vow to stay forever committed to fear, I've lost a chance at four years with a friend that babbles like the brook practically running through your backyard.
10 lockers away, and that's the closest we'll ever be again.
-Written by Ellsey
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Charlie
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy called Charlie. He smells of rain, cigarrettes and french fries.
He was my friend. The one I could call if something was wrong. Or maybe if just need someone to talk. Never looked him in the eyes. He never touched me, not even a hug.
So clumsys and shy it makes me want to cry.
One day, I met a boy, he met some girl. I said some stupid things, he did the same.
He said he loved me and just walked away.
That's when I realized we weren't just friends. But it was too late.
Now, I use to miss him every night and day. But he'll never know, 'cause he didn't stay.
written by ANNA B.
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.Hannah
I have fallen head over heels in love with a doodler named Hannah. She smells of old books and clouds.
She works with old people, and I hope one day we will be like the old couples she finds so adorable.
Every night, after work, she comes over to watch cartoons with me, we laugh and laugh. Sometimes, she draws on my bedroom walls with crayons. It's beautiful.
Then when she must go home for the night, I tell her that I will see her tomorrow. With a smile and a kiss, she drives away. I go back inside and go to sleep, dreaming of someday when two old geezers laying in bed together can say "good night" without it meaning "good bye."
written by Dalton
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Him
I have fallen head over heels in love with Him. He sometimes smells like drywall dust, other times he smells like old library books' pages.
We talked on the phone everyday for two years. For hours at a time. The fall was slow, like falling through gel. It snuck up on me until it was so familiar it became unexpected all over again.
We live in a castle on the top of a hill in the part of this country that is nothing but sky. In our sleep we curl up together and dream of mountains and streams, the things we long for now that we have each other.
It's still hard. Without him I feel quite alone. I used to be okay with that but I am not anymore.
Not okay with being alone now.
He tells me I am perfect even though I am ordinary.
No brilliant genius, nothing spectacular, to anyone but him.
But he? He makes all the difference.
Our loves finally believe in us.
written by Grace
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.Golden Brown Eyes
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy and his warm golden brown eyes. He smells of sawdust and coconut shampoo. He doesn’t notice me when I try not to stare at him while we are eating lunch. Everytime he smiles at me he inadvertently cuts out a little of my heart. I want to take his hand, hear his laugh in my ear and have a picnic on the beach, with peanutbutter sandwiches and soft kisses.
Nothing will ever happen because of his morals, but when I hear his voice at the front door my breathing stops. Once I worked up the courage to tell him about my feelings, but his accepting face made me blush, and instead I listened to his story. He will never be the person I want him to be for me and I’m slowly adjusting. I will dream about him until I find another boy who makes my knees weak and my smile nervous. The first love is always the hardest one.
Written by Marieke
http://www.viveladifference-ouioui.blogspot.com/
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Michael
I have fallen head over heels with a boy called Michael,
He smells like beer and stale sweat in the morning.. yet oddly he doesnt drink..
We met in the pub where he slaved as a barman, and me a waitress.
I wore false eyelashes and plaited my hair,
I wanted the boy with the beautiful lips..
So I wiggled my bum and flashed my smile.
He took me to Paris and we made a son,
He has my eyes and his fathers full lips.,
I no longer wear false eyelashes or plait my hair,
there is no need for that now.
I love him for he cant see my cellulite or stretch marks..
He brings me home pizza from work,
and calls me ted..
He keeps me company when im on the loo,
and vows I will return to college, and he will continue to work ridiculous hours..
written by Nic
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Polo Kid
I have fallen head over heels in love with the boy who wears Ralph Lauren every day. He smells of car fresheners, department stores and Dirty South. He's far too big and still expects to be treated like a puppy.
We're forever stuck sitting up with the lights on, 700 miles apart, and everyday we're not together I want to yell.
He's convinced he's got the most swag around. And I can't help but fall further in love with everything he says.
"I be stuck to you like glue, baby," he had said. I replied, "Well thanks." I wasn't convinced by his Young Money impersonation.
He packed his things and moved to Baton Rogue and then I wondered where my guts were in high school.
written by Natalie
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.One of a kind
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy who is one of his own kind. He smells of laundry detergent and april in paris. I often feel we are one of our own kind because we appreciate the finer details of life. Like observing the patterns on an octopus' epidermis, obsessing over colour changes when listening to an orchestra, and the different textures of each others skin-- to name a few.
His eyes are tired, large, and his eyelashes long and droopy. His hair is coarsely soft, and the blackest black possible. His kisses are sweet and warm, his hugs engulfing and filled with only love. His fingers are calloused but his heart is tender. His mind is hungry and his eyes are a light, pleasant shade of a somber brown.
How strangely we fit together, like two puzzle pieces lost in a 6 billion-piece puzzle who have somehow found their way through the abyss of other flat cardboard pieces, each hand-crafted and painted to fit a specific piece.
My perfect, only fit.
written by Sarah
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.A boy
I have fallen head over heels in love with a boy. He smells of heartbreak and salt.
written by Joely
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My Favorite Sailor
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a sailor I met in Japan. He smells of Kent cigarettes and Dial soap. Sometimes when I'd push my nose into his neck I could still smell the rush grass lingering on the color of his shirt. He had just moved into his apartment two days before we met and when he showed me his tatami room his entire suitcase was dumped on the floor and there was nothing in his fridge but beer and sour patch kids.
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Known forever
I have fallen head over heels in love with the boy who I've known forever. He smells of cigarettes and sweet cologne.
We met while we were still in junior high, shortly after that he moved an hour away, we lost contact until one day he called me and told me everything he never said back in middle school, he said that he loved me and that I was his one and only and that he wanted to be with me more than anything in the world, he asked me to be his, I of course accepted because for all those years I had always felt the same way about him. He recently moved closer just to be with me and as he comes over everyday I find myself just watching him and with every move he makes I find that my love only grows stronger and I often think "Wow, this guy is it for me, the only man who I'll ever be with for the rest of my life"
written by Mariah
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Adam
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy named Adam. He smells of hot sex and heart ache.
We met at the coffee shop where I work. I wanted him the second I saw him. He liked my ass.
Before we knew each other, I called him Peter Parker; he was smart and sexy sitting at a table reading his books. After we knew each other, I called him my Peter Parker, because he saved me.
He gave me garlic bread and Pride & Prejudice comic books. His voice made my heart vibrate. His hugs held me together. He was the first boy I ever kissed. He is the last boy I ever want to kiss. I crave his body more than I crave lemon meringue pie. I love him more than I love Mr. Darcy.
I was afraid of losing him, and my fear scared him away. If he ever did love me, I don't think he does anymore. But I will love him always.
Stephie
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not real
I’ve fallen in love with a boy whose name I am afraid to say, because it might make him real or not real. He smells of heat and Latin text books.
If my tongue worked around you I'd say you make me listen to miserable Coldplay music and that the only reason I braved thousands of mosquitos at that stupid outdoor arts festival was to see your two stinking lines in Romeo and Juliet.
Then I'd say that every so often I think you are a lovely delusion and that I've created this feeling to distract myself from my other problems, but then that warmth I get in my stomach whenever I think of you swallows me up. That's when I think, "Even if this is just a delusion, I ought to feed it, because anyone with the power it takes to swallow up a Perfectly Sensible Class President / Catholic School Graduate clearly deserves to do so."
by SG
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six foot four
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a man who is six foot four.
He smells of summer golf days and near-perfect proportions.
His thumbs look like big toes and his lower jaw reminds me of that dutch swimmer Inge De Bruin.
Even if it takes a month or more, he always replies to my text messages.
Written by Solomon.
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Bushbeard
I have fallen head over heels with a man with a huge beard, so big that he appears to be staring at me through a bush. He smells of leather and mud, but his clothes are clean.
Each time we pass in the corridor, I see him smile at me through his beard, and he glances slyly at my legs.
He probably has a very nice wife, and I will be in love with someone new tomorrow anyway.
blueskies2day.wordpress.com
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Sharing an Umbrella
I have fallen head over heels with a man old enough to be my father. He smells of clean laundry and slightly stale breath. When he looks into my eyes, I shiver and my cheeks turn pink.
Once, we walked together through the rain and shared an umbrella, elbows bumping with every step. He stopped and looked down at me, the umbrella framing his kind, kind face. For a moment, his eyes sent a message which I understood. He reached out and kissed me on the cheek, but then he turned and walked away.
Now, his eyes are guarded and he is scared to share an umbrella with me again.
blueskies2day.wordpress.com
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Steve
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Steve, he smells of chalk and teenage boy B.O. I am way out of his league.
Sometimes we share meaningful glances, and when his fingers glide smothly across the chalkboard i lose all control.
Steve asks "do you like me"
I laugh in his face and say "no"
Later on, i go home and cry. I scream yes into the sky but ill never say yes to his face.
It would ruin my social status
So I walk away, with a tear in my eye and a broken heart.
written by winnifred
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Racecar Driver
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a wealthy racecar driver from Boston. He smells of Armani and freshly grated coconuts.
When he visits, we drive through the backroads of my hometown at impossible speeds - I watch the car swerve and glide with ease under his perfect hands. It is impossible not to fall in love with his aloof and effortless grace.
With the smell of oil and fresh leather ripe in the air, I want to yell, "Run away with me! I want to be in your car forever!" But he lives three hours away and I can barely drive a car myself. How could I ask for more?
Even wealthy racecar drivers have responsibilities too, you know.
written by lauren
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Powder blue
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a man with powder blue eyes.
He smells of warm hugs and hurt.
Sometimes he doesn't puncuate properly.
If I had ovaries, they would quiver everytime he spoke to me.
written by Malachite
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Geologist
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a geologist. He smells of earth and jungle heat.
We met in a snow storm in winter. He told me stories about a place people have forgotten. Some months later, he took me there. He always walked a step ahead of me. If there were no oceans he never would stop running.
I scratched his back at night and he kissed my neck in return.
When we parted, I told him I will be alright without him.
And now, he fights with lions and swims in rivers far far away.
He does not know that it was the biggest lie I ever told.
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Teeth
I've fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy named Teeth. He smells of flannel shirts and bustling kitchens.
It's hard not to fall in love with someone with a perfect smile who wants you to teach them all you know of kitchen knives, and I couldn't resist. Somewhere between cutting carrots and buttering garlic bread, my stomach filled with sunshine and butterflies...
That was the first day we met, and I've been picturing the perfect smiles of our future children ever since.
http://sketchesofapatchworksoul.blogspot.com/
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Unemployed
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with an unemployed air-head called, Nick. He smells of marijuana and car freshener.
When I tell him of my latest thoughts on politics and life he just looks at me with a blank expression but continues to hold my hand. He doesn't know who Obama is, or maybe he just forgot. But he claims to see my soul, and for now I choose to believe him.
written by Ellen
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Silky tie
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the musician in the vibrant shirt and silky tie. He smells of home, smiles, and soap.
We spent the days together watching the time go by and eating corn dogs. He was quite the saxophonist, and while he gave me the gift of his laughter, I gave him the gift of hidden love. His smile was charming and his humor delightful, surely, it was meant to be. Sitting up until odd hours of the night was common with us, and we swore we'd stay in touch. Of course, life has its rocks, and good God, they ran in front of our path.
The rocks are blocking us, and there's no way to get to each other. I cry when no one looks, on the rocking porch at the back. Oh, how I loved you Mr. Saxophone Man.
written by Nahry
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Loki
I have fallen head over heels in love with a financial analyst called Loki.
He smells of currency and cologne and is six feet tall.
On our first date I planned to outwit him by dressing well and belting out replies like old school karate chops.
But when he hopped into my rickshaw and kissed my cheek, I melted. And spent the rest of the evening smiling foolishly, not saying a word.
When it was finally time to leave, he pat my back, made fun of how utterly short I was and said he couldn’t see me again.
"No! Please don't go!" I screamed, tightly clasping my tetra pack of bright red juice.
"Stop whining!" he said assertively, as he turned around and walked away, in disgust.
I have never met him since.
http://justonerant.blogspot.com/
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Rock Star
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a curly haired Moroccan rock star. He smells of happiness, marijuana and dusty guitars.
The geek I presumed he was turned out to be my best friend, a bit like sonic and knuckles. I'll watch him play music for hours on end over computer screens and make him coffees and smiles when we're with each other. I’m so proud of him and I always try my hardest to make sure he gets the kindest and loveliest parts of my personality. From karate kicking pizza boxes to drunken walks through London, every second counts when you spend it with an angel.
" Do you like cats? What do you think of them?"
If you were a cat I’d make sure id buy your the most beautiful red collar with a shiny gold bell so I could hear you running through my garden ready for your milk and fish tea.
written by Karla
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Spero
I have fallen head over heels in love with a man named Spero. He smells of some spicy-sweet cologne I don’t know the name of, stickers with funny sayings, and vodka even though he doesn’t drink.
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*I have another 50 85 stories to add - hopefully over the weekend*
I have fallen head over heels in love with my high school sweetheart. He smells of memories and text messages.
Whenever he crosses my mind I feel the butterflies in my stomach going flipiti flop.
I taught him responsability when he was immaturity. He, taught me karma.
Maybe, in two months we will kiss in Paris or in Madrid, or in Rome. I hope for an electric kiss, so he can realize, even if I'm silent, he's still 'the one'.
Posted by: Sofi | June 14, 2010 at 09:32 AM
Uranium
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a nuclear systems engineer... He smells faintly of computers and uranium. His glasses are even thicker than mine and he laughs at my science based jokes.
I asked him to go on a date with me, but he just looked nervous and explained that dates are a mere social convention, ill suited for the discovery of real love.
I blink back at him, suddenly aware that he probably likes that ginger girl in accounts he’s always talking about.
‘Besides’, he says, ‘You’ve never had a real job, and you live with your mum. I’m looking for an adult relationship’
I watch him leave, his skin faintly glowing with its greenish tinge, and wonder if I should have become an accountant.
Posted by: Zo | June 14, 2010 at 09:39 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy who's had a crush on me for the last 8 years. He smells of soap and chew and bear hugs.
He let me nair his back and said it was then smooth as a dolphin. I put peeled cucumbers in the salad because that's the way he likes them and we ate it in bed at midnight. We talked about the days when I had pigtails and played rugby. And then, in an eye blink, it was over and I am left to wonder what would have been.
Posted by: doe | June 14, 2010 at 09:39 AM
thank you
thank you
thank you
Posted by: andre | June 14, 2010 at 10:32 AM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a tall Dutch South African. He smells of white balboa tree blossoms and savannah grasses under the hot sun.
His breath washes the scent of honey over my face. His eyes look to mine and through me to the gorilla preserves of Kilimanjaro beyond. We ride on ivory elephant tusks toward the blue skies of Africa.
He is answering an ancient call, one I cannot hear. The radiance of his bronzed skin turns luminescent as we near the mountain's summit. All the beating hearts of animals that walked here are pounding in our ears. He turns to me with a heartbreakingly tender smile and shimmers into the green, his otherness fading from my sight.
And so I must wait, patiently, until I hear the call of the wild, the other. My skin will glow and I will walk toward my love and away from your eyes, into the green.
Posted by: Linda | June 14, 2010 at 11:10 AM
thank you
Posted by: andre | June 14, 2010 at 12:07 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with the boy with an indistinguishable nationality. He smells of electronics and mothballs in a good way.
He has been described as Samoan, Mexican, and Italian by many. His half Malaysian/Half Polish nationality confounds those who first see him.
He is Catholic, and wears a chain at all times, going to mass weekly.
For my birthday he did not get me any jewelry, but instead a video game wrapped in duct tape, for he was out of wrapping paper.
Most of his shirts could be found in the mens' aisles at K-Marts in packs of three. All of his clothes are too big.
We helped each other get over our exes, who left us in the same month. We are both double-jointed in our fingers. We both love fighter planes, astronomy,and pokemon. Basically, it's fate, haha.
His eyes, which could simply be a boring brown on anyone else, seem to glow in their own light, powered by his inner child, love, and undying optimism.
He never leaves my house without leaving something behind. Thus, 2 years in, he pretty much has 2 sets of everything one may need on a trip. This time it was his watch.
He does not have a happy trail, but a happy highway which spans the length of his entire torso.
He has a birthmark above his right buttcheek in the shape of australia.
It took three months of my constant flirting for him to grasp my interest and finally ask me, where we danced around each other shyly with our words confessing our affection.
When I first saw him, I was shaking 'like a leaf,' as he pointed out when we hugged. We went to a nearby park, where we shared our first kiss. We went to see the movie Mirrors in theaters, not the best decision. The movie sucked, but my mind wasn't exactly focused on it as much as the adorable man shyly grasping my hand for that wonderful hour and a half.
It has now been almost 2 years. Although we are comfortable enough to just hang around in sweats and burp at dinner, whenever we gaze into each others' eyes, share a kiss, or even hold hands and watch TV, it feels as if my heart is floating within my chest, and I have never been happier.
Posted by: Erin | June 14, 2010 at 01:07 PM
thank you
Posted by: andre | June 14, 2010 at 01:32 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a 30 year old Peter Pan. He smells of fabric softener sheets And Buddy, his black lab. He renewed my faith in the male species, and melted my heart with his witty, sarcastic remarks and his little half-smiles. We both thought we would always be together, but he changed his mind, and neither of us knows why. Maybe, if the gods see fit to smile on me, one day he will find his happiness and return to me.
Posted by: Robbie | June 14, 2010 at 08:30 PM
I have fallen head over heels with a dumb jock. He smells like cheap cologne and worn football leather, but the combination has become my favorite scent.
I hate that he can make me laugh with just one look and how I can't stay mad at him for more than a minute. He's cheap as hell and will never pay for anything, but I'd pay a million dollars to see him really smile.
He's gone too much and I miss him all the time. He tells me he loves me more than anything but I find it so hard to believe. He's so much more beautiful than I.
Posted by: domenica | June 14, 2010 at 09:29 PM
I have fallen in love with a boy who kisses my forehead. I read his ideas and flow charts about love and I tell him he's too scientific. He smells of short circuiting and skin.
We lay in bed for hours and laugh when the dogs start barking. His grandmother is in the room next door, cooking supper and singing.
I ask about his past and I get a couple sentences. I rant about my Chemistry final. We remain in bed until late afternoon.
Posted by: Csilla | June 15, 2010 at 12:22 AM
I have fallen head over heels with the boy I rejected. He smells like warm cotton and homemade popcorn.
Our first relationship was short, forced, and disastrous. I thought he hated me for it. I know I did.
And now he's given me more than I ever thought love could. Every moment spent with him is too short, and it's almost painful when he's gone. I love how his smile squints his eyes, and his love for pixar films and 80s sitcoms. I love his passion for music, and how everything he says and does is genuine. I cannot imagine being happy without him.
I cannot imagine how I almost lost him.
Posted by: Sarah | June 15, 2010 at 12:25 AM
I have fallen head over heels with a girl a year older than me, still swinging on swings, singing songs in French. She smells of peach trees and character building yard work.
There's an empty swing next to her's. I get up from the bench, take a step towards it, and stop. I take a step back, sit down, and look away. A lot harder than it looks.
I look up. She’s right in front of me, fixing her hair from the breeze. Still singing in French as she looks at me. I open my mouth in surprise, but no words come out. I reach out for her hand, before she goes away; I need to tell her-
The singing stops, I look up. She laughs as she jumps off her swing, done for the day, and starts walking home.
Posted by: soowoo | June 15, 2010 at 12:47 AM
I have fallen in love with a movie director. He smells of sweaty hands, corduroy and coffee.
Crouched over his Mac when I enter the cafe, it seems like he will never notice me. The whole world could walk by him with out so much as breaking his concentration. Then he looks up, always catching me off guard and making me wonder if he knows I was starring at him.
His thin lips smile, nearly disappearing from his face and I can feel the warmth in his dark eyes even in the 90* weather. I want to stretch out my hand to his unshaven face. I know the roughness will reassure me that I am alive.
I am afraid of having any real conversation with him. He makes me so nervous I know I will sound ridiculous but I want to talk with him just the same.
Posted by: Christa | June 15, 2010 at 01:19 AM
thank you all
shall add then shortly
Posted by: andre | June 15, 2010 at 08:01 AM
Krish
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with an Indian drummer named Krishesh,
He smells of cigarettes and strawberries. He calls me Rose even though it is not my name.
He taps out my heartbeat onto my leg when his head is against my chest. He plays it as if it were the greatest percussion piece of all time.
When we first met, I refused to tell him my name. He guessed all five of them.
I wrote him a song and he told me I had the voice of an angel.
He also told me he is convinced he is going to hell.
I wear his sweatshirt and smell the faint scent of berries and smoke and notice that its perfume has started to fade.
I fear our memories together will fade along with that smell and the love-bites on my neck.
Posted by: Melissa | June 15, 2010 at 10:39 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the boy who used to be my best friend. He smells of sea salt and insecurity.
His tanned skin and dark hair mimic mine from head to toe, people ask if we are related and I feel icky. He is like a coyote, always laughing at me for being so hopelessly behind. I used to sit and watch him standing at the edge of an unfinished building in our neighborhood. He looked at me watching him, shattering the sheet of glass over my eyes. The view was very ordinary.
He kissed me for the first time on a dimly lit street in Iseo, Italy. My numb, vodka stained lips caught his and I tasted his bitter tongue. We jumped naked into a lake, whispering loudly and trying (unsuccessfully) to go unnoticed.
He moved to China and now we hardly speak. Last month he wrote a short message on my facebook page, it was painfully mundane.
Posted by: Nisha | June 15, 2010 at 02:50 PM
I am head over heels in love with a theatre fanatic called Melissa. She smells of old books and grass after a storm.
She jokes and calls us "Lesbian thespians" but I know she will never love me like she does that indian boy. The one who traveled miles to see her, while I have been standing right here.
She breaks my heart when she sings and glues it back when she smiles, grabbing onto my soul and stealing it for herself. She is selfish, taking all of my love. I give it gladly.
Posted by: Addikt | June 15, 2010 at 03:00 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a boy in the Israeli army. He smells of sweat and the miles between us.
He has been gone a year and the 1,000 word long emails we send melt away into whispers. They are so small compared to how he felt beside me. I kissed him when I was thirteen and too stupid to understand the sizzling in my chest. He was older and wiser and so much brighter than me. He told me that I reminded him of a butterfly. Beautiful and delicate from afar but strange and terrifying up close.
I smile at him fondly as he sits in his home, captured on a tiny screen. His skin is tan from all the hours he spends outside, whereas I am lazy and like the comfort of my bed. He tells me about the date he went on last friday, I am jealous. He laughs.
I would spend the rest of my life googling big words to impress him.
Posted by: Nisha | June 15, 2010 at 03:21 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with the garbage girl who works at the supermarket. She smells of cardboard and ripening produce.
Today I almost crashed my shopping cart into her rubbish cart.
"I'm sorry, excuse me," I said.
She replied with a shy, equally apologetic smile and continued on her way, too afraid to say anything.
She feels like she is hardly ever remembered by customers, for who would want to notice, to remember someone so constantly surrounded in filth?
I want to remember her.
Posted by: Anonymous | June 15, 2010 at 11:21 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the girl from mythology class. She smells of homemade waffles and the great outdoors.
I was always doing cheesey, cutesy things for her, writing poems about her in my spare time.
She said she didnt have time for me. Typical.
I wanted to buy her a watch so bad, because everyone with a watch has " Got the time".
I havent spoken to her in a month; maybe someone else bought her a watch
Posted by: J. K. Murakulous | June 16, 2010 at 02:05 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Pilot. He smells of Avgas and Green soap.
Can we go away my Pilot? Can we go to places were nobody knows our name, the horizon has no end and the grass is always green?
Can we live in all parts of the world? Can we learn how to soar, how to float and how to fly? Can we have the clouds tickle our belly and the winds as our companions? Can we lift up with the sun, and dance with the moon?
…and can we go home?
He just looked up at me, and smiled…
Posted by: Eli_Zab | June 16, 2010 at 08:31 AM
I have fallen in love with the girl of my dreams. She smells of home and snuggling.
I want to spend for ever with her in a cottage in the countryside with a dog and some chickens.
I wonder how I manage to deserve her when she tells me she is a catch and smiles at me with her eyes.
But it seems I do...
Posted by: Fee | June 16, 2010 at 10:30 AM
Amelia
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a depressed poet called Amelia. She smells of loose-leaf and cigarettes.
She walks up and down the trendiest streets in town, leaving a trail of crumpled up sheets of paper.
I picked up every piece, flattened them out, and carefully edited her rejected poetry with a dull pink pencil crayon. One night, after she shared her favourite lines with the too-drunk people at the bar, I gave the pages back to her, bound with a bright green ribbon.
Her frown lines grew even deeper as she flipped through the stack, then she crumpled up my heart and threw it down on the street along with all the flattened pages.
Posted by: Vicky | June 16, 2010 at 04:57 PM
i have fallen head over heels with a nocturnal boy, he smells of finger paint and the ocean at night.
he listens to every word i say even though he rarely ever speaks, and writes me pretty things about snowmen and cotton candy.
his fingers and legs are too long, and he never answers my questions, his right eye gets smaller when he smiles too big and he walks like he has all the time in the world
nocturnal boy keeps me up at night, feeding me movies and lyrics and subway maps, only to look at me the next day, silent
but his silence is louder than most words, he scares away birds and changes radio stations, reads my favorite books and laughs at my jokes, if only he was the same boy in the daytime as he is when the moon is out
maybe it’s the sunlight or maybe i’m not pretty, but i do wish he would find his voice for me
Posted by: wendy | June 16, 2010 at 05:23 PM
I have fallen head of heels in love with two boys.
They smell of wind and baby powder, lavender and fresh cut grass.
Their skin is stained with blood and dirt, scrapes and scabs adorn their legs.
When I kiss their tanned cheeks, I taste the salt and pureness of their souls, the genuineness and innocence of their hearts.
I want to be the best me I can be for them. When they cry, my heart breaks and a piece of me dies when I can't make it better.
They are my weakness and strength, my heart.
My life could not go on without them, my heart would be ripped from chest, leaving only a vessel left.
Posted by: Jennaya Davis | June 16, 2010 at 07:25 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with Mystery Girl. She smells of mystery and hair dye.
I had known her since the 4th grade, but only from the sincere stories of a best friend who loved her too. We had finally met in high school, and I fell in love with her obscure online display picture and our stumbling, awkward dialogue about zombies and aliens.
When I first saw her she was in our school's cafeteria sitting with her friends. She was more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed of and she seemed to like my fumbling awkward self. I walked across her table to say hello and she waved back.
I was staring long before I realized and left as quickly as I could.
Posted by: Richard | June 17, 2010 at 07:22 AM
thank you thank you everyone.
sorry have been away fro a couple days - shall now begin to add all of your lovely ordinary love stories
Posted by: andre | June 17, 2010 at 08:22 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a Mancunian skinhead called Shaun. He smells of roll-ups and hasn't a good word to say about anyone.
I sit awkwardly in the pub and wait to overhear his tales of nightclub fights and factories. I sit here even though I hate ale and the lewd northern banter.
When Shaun gets up to "go for a slash", I hurriedly slide off my bar stool and walk in the opposite direction in hope to provoke some interaction. He walks right by me and stares at my chest while I watch him with absolute fascination.
I went home and proudly blogged about it.
Posted by: Zoe | June 17, 2010 at 09:10 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy who I usually call 'my sun'. He smells of summer and cinnamon sticks.
Declaring me his love, he tied a self-made bracelet of threads around my hand. I had it on all the time until one day he said to me that he didn't love me anymore.
Then I teared my bracelet and forgot about it. But when I look at my nude hands I'm sobbing and sobbing and sobbing.
Posted by: romy | June 17, 2010 at 05:06 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a CEO of a cheese plant. He much older and has ankylosing spondylitis.
I barely speak to him. I like when we share eye contact, I am unsure if he is looking at me the same as I look at him. I outline the wrinkles in his face, watch those bags around his eyes, and lose myself in that drawing of him inside my mind.
When I think of him thoughts of pedophilia, bestiality, and long fingernails surge through my mind, anything to help me forget the DNA we share and the feelings i have for him. My feelings are seeping through, lovely you...
One day, after many silent, longing looks, I decide to kiss him, as i lunge forward in a particularly awkward way, he pushes me off before i even touch his lips, as if he expected it. "What are you doing?" he asks. I say nothing.
I move far away, as far as I can because the eye contact we shared never changed.
Posted by: Eve | June 17, 2010 at 11:23 PM
I have fallen head over heels for a dangerous, ill-reputed man (who does not, in fact, go to church). He smells of addiction and risk and mystery. I like to pretend he smells of leather and vodka, but he doesn’t.
He looks me in the eye and asks me how my day is going and kisses me as if he really wants to – in short, he is teaching me to be seen. He doesn’t seem to mind my nervous stutter or my pointy awkward social skills. I like to pretend he’s secretly getting paid to come visit me so often, but he isn’t.
I tried not to like him – but the tingly sensation under my eyes as I write this tells me that I have failed, miserably. I think I’ll go ask him to kiss me again, so I can pretend he really wants to.
Posted by: ashley | June 21, 2010 at 06:05 PM
Two of Hearts.
I have fallen head over heels for a boy with paint on his pinstriped shirt, shoes with gaping holes in the bottom, and a touch that makes my heart stop. He smells like Chicago in spring and old classrooms and clean laundry.
We flirted for three years before we rode that bus to Chicago. We played Thirteen there, sitting across from each other. I think I made a fool of myself. You smiled at me, laughed, and laid down your two of hearts.
We took a lot of pictures that week.
The ride back on the bus, I got up the courage to sit next to you. I shared my blanket. We sat up and watched everyone fall asleep around us. I think I tried to talk to you, but we just sat together in the dark and quiet, listening to all of them dreaming. I'm sure I was trembling. I don't think we could look at each other.
We parted ways once we got back to Wichita. I got home and just before I fell asleep, I realized my left side smelled like you.
A few weeks later, I got up the courage to ask you out. You said yes, and told me I was the only one you ever wanted. Perfection. You were perfect and I knew it and then, two months later, I left you and I still don't know why. We didn't speak for two years.
Three nights ago, you took off from work early, saying you were sick. You walked with me in the dark, talking. We sat on my couch together in the dark, wrapped in my blankets. We talked the night away, and with the dawn, you went home to bed, and I went to start my workday. My right side smelled like you this time.
I'm excited.
Posted by: julia | June 22, 2010 at 10:00 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the boy down the street. He smells of the ocean, old guitars, and fresh laundry.
I don't care if they say I'm obvious. My feelings are clear, and they have been for two years.
Even if I was too late.
I don't care when I catch you hugging her. All I care for is those little tiny moments when I feel closer to you.
Your sweet words, assuring me I'll find someone soon, to trust you on that, frightens me, excites me, but saddens me.
Because I know I'll probably never have you.
But I'll wait until we can finally get it right, and fall for each other at the same time.
Posted by: bailey | June 22, 2010 at 10:12 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a soldier. He smells of anger, resentment, and the greatest passion Ive ever encountered. He is a Hero.
He knew he had to get a career when i got pregnant with our son when we had no money. He left for 4 months to basic to provide for us. My hero.
Soon he will deploy. A year he will be gone and i will be broken. But I will wait for him, because I am a soldier's wife. The toughest of the toughest. A hero in my own right. For our son. For 831.
Posted by: Karen Conrad | June 22, 2010 at 10:21 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a girl who doesn’t love me like she once did. She smells of blood orange, bonfire charcoal, sketchbook paper and cinnamon.
Her hair is a glowing shade of dark cherry that illuminated my nights. Her smile was my salvation. I wrote her love letters that made her cry from sheer emotion. We walked alongside the Mississippi river while someone played the saxophone.
She dresses like a Victorian dandy and talks like an innuendo-riddled philosopher. She drinks Tattoo and her laughter stains the air bright like a sunset. She lives in extremes and is impulsive past the point of reason. I’ve held her through every screw-up she’s cried over, regardless of what it cost me. I’ve crossed the ocean for her more than once, and come back in pieces.
She ended our almost four year relationship less than a month ago, because she doesn’t love me like she used to.
What I couldn’t tell her is that I’ve never loved anyone so much.
Posted by: Claire | June 23, 2010 at 01:37 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy named Adam. He smells of hot sex and heart ache.
We met at the coffee shop where I work. I wanted him the second I saw him. He liked my ass.
Before we knew each other, I called him Peter Parker; he was smart and sexy sitting at a table reading his books. After we knew each other, I called him my Peter Parker, because he saved me.
He gave me garlic bread and Pride & Prejudice comic books. His voice sent vibrations through my heart. His hugs held me together. He was the first boy I ever kissed. He is the last boy I ever want to kiss. I crave his body more than I crave lemon meringue pie. I love him more than I love Mr. Darcy.
I was afraid of losing him, and my fear scared him away. If he ever did love me, I don’t think he does anymore. But I will love him always.
Posted by: Stephie | June 24, 2010 at 01:37 AM
i have fallen head-over-heels with the same guy i have fallen head-over-heels five years ago.
he smells of high school and sweets.
i met him the other day.
he said : hi
i said : hey
he said: you look pretty
i said : you too.
and then we talked for a few minutes about our mutual friends and world ending in 2012,
when he said: i missed you
i paused.
i miss you too. n i still have all your letters, organized by date in a pink hello kitty box.
in fact, i love you.
i didn't say these things though. His girl came by him, sunshine on her face.
Instead i said : i missed you too but not in the same way you do.
and i walked off, thinking about a certain pink hello kitty box sacrifice to the gods.
Posted by: sham-v | June 24, 2010 at 09:19 PM
cold, striking blue eyes
I have fallen head over heels in love with a boy with cold, striking, blue eyes. He smells of baseball, and pure innocence, and has terrible taste in girls
I'd been laying out by the pool for two straight hours, crying and singing melancholy songs about love and pain. My legs in the water and the rest of my body spread out on dry land between the two metal bars of the pool ladder. Next to me was a bowl of luke-warm soup i'd finished an hour before.
I was over analyzing things you had said to me, as usual (since I do over analyze most things.)
The way we sat in my hotel room when I came to visit you with the rest of our friends and whenever I said something funny you would giggle and reply "your cute" and your cold blue eyes would sparkle in my head just a little bit.
When we all went to a water park and you would declare before a group ride that you wanted to sit with me.
The way you say poetic things to me...telling me to enjoy every moment of my life because you snap your fingers and its over.
And how you listen to rap and tell us how you and taylor swift are going to get married.
And putting into account all the times that everyone else told me that you it wasn't true, and that you were just "Like that"
And I sat out by the pool and I cried for you, and I cried for the way I melt over you and those cold striking blue eyes. But most of all i cried for the way you'll never love me.
Posted by: Mia | June 25, 2010 at 03:44 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy whose name I am afraid to say, because it might make him real or not real. He smells of heat and Latin text books.
If my tongue worked around you I'd say you make me listen to miserable Coldplay music and that the only reason I braved thousands of mosquitos at that stupid outdoor arts festival was to see your two stinking lines in Romeo and Juliet.
Then I'd say that every so often I think you are a lovely delusion and that I've created this feeling to distract myself from my other problems, but then that warmth I get in my stomach whenever I think of you swallows me up. That's when I think, "Even if this is just a delusion, I ought to feed it, because anyone with the power it takes to swallow up a Perfectly Sensible Class President / Catholic School Graduate clearly deserves to do so."
Posted by: S | June 25, 2010 at 11:07 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the persona & real identity of my ex-bestfriend. She smells of clean-fresh-cool-breezy-type perfumes and puppies.
sadly he(the persona), technically doesnt exist, and she (my ex-bestfriend) hates me now. because she's been picking up the mess i've been doing with her for the past 3-4 years now. she's tired and sick of me. and i feel so helpless not being able to know what to do to make it all better so we can be good friends again at least.
i feel it's too late, but then again, i dont think i can really do much anymore because she has better friends who'd give her the love she really needs...and the love i only have with me is not deep enough for her.
apparently i still love her in a different way and she's asking for a love that exceeds romanticism. i couldn't give it. i dont know why. i'm just not really aware of anything that talks about true love anymore.
eventually i realized, this will never work and (even if it'd hurt and she'd just think she was right all along about me) that it's better this way for the both of us.
i just cant really do it anymore. and i cant bear to see her tell me every other night how much i failed, even when i tried in the small ways that i can.
i also can't bear her face flashing disappointment and exhaustion when she sees me.
call it pride. call it excuses. this is me telling what my sincere sorry self really says. and if ever you read this my clean-perfume and puppy smelling friend, please know that i love you and i miss you. despite the fact that i failed to show it well...and i think i never could do it right even if my life depended on it.
Posted by: gabi | June 27, 2010 at 02:38 PM
i have fallen head-over-heels in love with a floppy-haired photographer boy. He smells of freshly pressed shutters and personal torment.
We walked along the river, the moon glinting in our eyes, writing words on lightbeams.
Standing in silence, our souls spoke, mutually understanding our connection must continue into the dark and beyond the light.
Sadl our connection was lost when he mentioned his love of flash guns. The harsh light destroyed the moon's gentle flicker, leaving us with no stars to guide the way home.
Posted by: k | June 28, 2010 at 03:39 PM
i have fallen head over heals in love with a boy named john. he smells of manly things and warm skin.
i met him when we were drunk and i didn't expect a thing from him but he, john, has given me life.
he makes my butterflies go into overdrive the way he strokes my breasts and kisses me so gently after sex.
i want to spend my life with the man who i am head over heels in love with. we will live in the country and have our own pond. we might even get a dog.
Posted by: johns girl | June 29, 2010 at 03:38 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with …a boy called Jack he smells of Ibiza, CK one, me and all the memories we made over the past 10 years.
When we grow old together i hope i die first because i can't bare the thought of a life without him.
Posted by: M.A. | June 30, 2010 at 06:57 AM
Tall Japanese Boy.
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Tall Japanese Boy. He smells of soap and desire. He never talks about himself, but I wish he would.
We look at the waves and the stars and we sleep with our limbs tangled. I tell him all my hopes and dreams and of my love. I wish he would say something back, but he never does. One day I get tired of the silence and leave. I wonder what it would be like if I didn't. I still wonder and wonder.
Posted by: sophie | June 30, 2010 at 07:15 AM
i have fallen head over heels in love with a girl with a fake name. she smells of buns and plastic.
when we met she was insulting and rude, said im ugly and stupid. she spoke too much and had nice buttons on her coat. despite all the weird things she did (spitting from the bride was rather wonderful) in fact she was the greatest woman i have ever met.
once i said something wrong. she agreed. i never saw her face again.
and i truly miss her.
i have fallen head over heels in love with my imagination that offers me the best scenarios of a possible happy endings. it smells of rain and tears. i will never see him again.
Posted by: karen | July 01, 2010 at 08:39 PM
I've fallen head over heels for a boy who will never love me back. He smells of laundry detergent and confusion. We were best friends and I miss him terribly.
We would ride all alone in his car with the music down low. He would sing, his voice only slightly off key.
"Sing!" he would say to me.
"I can't!" I would say, but then I would nervously slink down in my chair and sing, my voice shaking and cracking all the while.
"Not too bad" he would say with a smile, putting his hand on my knee.
It all ended with him saying "I love you, but not in that way" and ever since then there has been no more singing.
Posted by: Anne | July 02, 2010 at 02:20 AM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a boy who I shouldn't be in love with. He smells of Orbit mint gum and Camel cigarettes.
Sometimes, after he left, I would smoke for a moment, chew a piece of gum and smell my own breath because it reminded me of kissing him.
He was melodramatic and reminded me of myself. We could sit in silence and be comfortable. He used the word cuddle, which made me uncomfortable and giddy all at once.
The first time I woke up with him, it was raining. The water's percussion against the window reminded me of God.
I couldn't make love to him because I am in love with God. He left on a Wednesday, and I think that's why.
I think of him whenever it rains and wish that I were worth waiting for.
Posted by: Audrey Fisher | July 04, 2010 at 02:04 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy six years older than me. He smells of laundry detergent and indie music.
He'd offer to make me dinner, and let me rename his cat. We'd drink beer and play video games on his couch. And I would draw pictures of us and demand he hang them on his refrigerator.
He broke my heart outside of a taco shop near 24th and mission. I rode three buses home, crying next to a new person each time.
Posted by: Brooke O. | July 04, 2010 at 09:32 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the most masculine man I've met. He smells of Old Spice and tastes of brokenheartedness. I asked him the other day why he was still single.
“I’ll explain it to you sometime.”
“Alright,” I replied.
He smiled quietly and took me in his arms.
I kissed him, and wished with all my heart that he taste different this time.
Posted by: Becca | July 04, 2010 at 11:33 PM