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 someone who sees eye to eye with me. She smells like cookies and vodka.
I completely adore her in every way even though she's with another today.
I know she loves me too, the situation is a shame, but i know she'll come back to me one day.
Until then I will pave her path with my emotions because they are hers to do whatever with, even walk on.
Posted by: Narayana | July 06, 2010 at 12:24 PM
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
Posted by: Solomon Le-Masurier | July 08, 2010 at 08:40 AM
I have fallen head over heels with a girl who is crazy. She smells of sunlight and pie.
She wears white flowy skirts and runs through the night, like a ghost, placing flamingos on her grumpy neighbors’ lawns. She calls the storms of summer “wrath of god weather” and stands on her porch as the thunder booms, the lightning strikes, hail pounds the earth, and wind whips around her.
Her doodles on the paper placemats at the diner are masterpieces fit for a museum. Her hair is a righteous mass of golden curls, huge and out of control. Her kisses are buttery and breathy.
She smiles at the simplest things, and it’s like the sun is shining after years of only night and all I want to do is bask in the glow.
Posted by: David | July 10, 2010 at 10:08 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a midnight radio DJ. He smells like home. His arms were the safest place on earth. He took care of me like no other man could.
He left me because he didn't think he was good enough for me yet.
All I want is to be home again in his arms.
Posted by: Dimple | July 12, 2010 at 12:48 AM
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: john milton | July 14, 2010 at 02:47 AM
I have fallen head-over-heals in love with my high school sweetheart. He smells of exhaust and cigarettes. He used to smell of washing detergent and nervous sweat, but that was three years ago.
He asked me out in the library in year 11 while my homosexual friend sat between us rather awkwardly. I said yes because he is smart, quiet, had nice hair and brown eyes.
From that moment on, we would usually cuddle or hold hands a lot. We told each other everything, we became best friends as-well as naive lovers.
Our love was brilliant. Then he moved to the city after school finished. We call each other a lot and see each other on weekends, but it's not the same.
I wish I could afford to move to the city.
p.s. Hello Andre. You are a very creative soul. <3
p.p.s. I know it is so very late, but I wanted to give it to you anyway :(
Posted by: Smashley | July 14, 2010 at 05:48 AM
I have fallen head over heals in love with an eco conscious solar enthusiast. He smells of sun dried laundry and fresh cut grass. On our first date we discussed the inner workings of monocrystaline solar panels, and he told me his greatest dream would be to cycle across the entire length of the Great Wall of China.
He humbles me on a daily basis with his conscious lifestyle. He feeds me raw green beans that he picks from his own garden. I swallow and smile even though I detest green beans. When he’s not looking I eat fast food and order extra napkins just to throw them away.
One day I will wake up and he will be gone, having left me for a botanist who can share his love of our closest star. Until that day comes I will continue to stock up on zinc sunscreen and balance precariously on the bathroom counter to examine myself for melanomas when he isn’t looking.
Posted by: Muraiha Vaughn | July 15, 2010 at 02:41 AM
I have fallen head over heels with a Swedish peacekeeper. He smells of sunshine and herring. We talk about bollywood and war and when he makes love to me, he makes soft sounds like a seal pup. I want to
cling to him like a starfish clings to a shell and gaze into his blue
eyes and kiss him. But he swam back to Sweden after a perfect day of
sunshine and scallops. Now I yearn for him and wish I knew how to make him return.
Posted by: Sarah | July 17, 2010 at 05:55 PM
Party boy
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy I meet only when I’m drunk or when I look like a witch. He smells of dancing and secrets.
I only talked with him a few times and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t remember my name .
But I can see the way he’s looking at me. There’s something strange about it. We have like a million friends in common, but we still keep staring at each other instead talking when we accidentally meet in a club or anywhere else. I love his style and I still can’t remember how tall he is. I’m a little bit afraid, that I’m taller than him, but I really don’t care.
I have a feeling that he is a really good kisser, perhaps a lover too.
Hope one day I will check it.
Posted by: joanna | July 18, 2010 at 11:24 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a boy whose heart is bigger than his towering body of 6 feet and 7 inches. He smells of slippery midnight showers and morning breath kisses.
When we are together, it seems as if time means nothing and we are the only two in the world. We do weird things like clean each others’ belly buttons and pop each others’ toes. He’s the only one that can make me laugh until I cry and melt my heart like a popsicle on hot summer day.
He pretends to be my seatbelt, and I feel safer than ever nestled in his arms. He tickles and pinches my skin until I am red in the face and I pretend to be mad. Two minutes later I am running my fingers through his beautiful blonde hair telling him that he is the only one for me.
I will forever be by his side.
Posted by: Hailey S. | July 18, 2010 at 07:58 PM
I have fallen head-over-heals in love with a boy who rows more than he sleeps. He smells of expensive perfume and important things, his skin tastes of salt.
I hated him for many years then one day I kissed him. I don’t think he had ever been kissed before.
Sometimes he comes to visit. I know when is coming because he has important looking shoes and with that comes his important sounding walk. He used to come into my study and swing nervously on my door before pulling me into him with his strong arms, sweeping me off my feet.
I taught him everything he knows and we had a secret affair for six months.
My innocent nervous boy whom I once hated made me fall in love with him. He is now inconsiderate and arrogant.
When he walks past I am now no longer the importance in his walk. I hear him walk past and I begin to cry.
Posted by: Eilish | July 20, 2010 at 04:57 AM
I have fallen head-over-heals in love with a boy who rows more than he sleeps. He smells of expensive perfume and important things, his skin tastes of salt.
I hated him for many years then one day I kissed him. I don’t think he had ever been kissed before.
Sometimes he comes to visit. I know when is coming because he has important looking shoes and with that comes his important sounding walk. He used to come into my study and swing nervously on my door before pulling me into him with his strong arms, sweeping me off my feet.
I taught him everything he knows and we had a secret affair for six months.
My innocent nervous boy whom I once hated made me fall in love with him. He is now inconsiderate and arrogant.
When he walks past I am now no longer the importance in his walk. I hear him walk past and I begin to cry.
Posted by: Eilish | July 20, 2010 at 04:59 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the art technician's son. He smells of expensive cigarettes he can't afford and this romantic nihilism I can't quite put my finger on.
The first time we met I saw his arm and said, with despondency: " have you been putting out joints on your arm again sweetie? ". Too much time spent in the past on fixing broken boys, left me aloof with matters such as this. He hangs his head and says in genuine: "yeah, and I'll tell you what baby; you're too young to hang out with guys like me ".
In truth I was, but i persued him until we were so cliched, pretentious and unconventional it was criminal. Now, he gives me his meds when I can't sleep and I take him to see films like Tetro in Arthouse cinemas. And I love him quietly, between bouts of sarcasm and Jagermeister.
With love.
Posted by: Kings Of Convenience | July 20, 2010 at 08:26 PM
I have fallen head over heals in love with Piff, a mysterious antisocial teenager that intimidates me.
He smells of Boost and cocaine.
He does not know how beautiful he is but maybe some day he would let me explain.
I asked him to sit next to me but he just looked away.
I asked him to lay next to me but said it was to cold of a day.
I stopped asking him.
"Can I join you?" Asked Piff fifteen minutes later.
Maybe he is more intimidated by me than I am of him.
Posted by: Agnes | July 22, 2010 at 09:49 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with this dark macho Chinese man. He smells of cigarettes whenever he talks. I’ll look deeply into his eyes and gaze at him. There’s something special about him that I love. I like the way he talks; his voice so deep and rough. He inspired me. He motivates me. I think of him during the day and dream of him at night, almost every day after we met. It would easily take me a week or two to get off my mind. I know this is crazy but I couldn’t help it. I’ll google his name just to find out more about him. To my sad surprise, he recently got married and my heart broken into million pieces. But, that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing my possibility with him. I wish that we could have a chance to be together for once. argh.. my heart sours. I hope this is just a crush. I hope to quickly find somebody to like. I hope to see him less. Because I don’t want to destroy his family and I really hope the best for him. Perhaps we could meet in our next life,loih.. me like u..
Posted by: creyc | July 25, 2010 at 12:05 PM
Random Bookstore Guy
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Random Bookstore Guy. He smells of rain and leather jackets.
I saw him at a bookstore on a rainy day. He was the kind of boy you never notice at first glance. But when you do notice him, you just can't look away.
I let my eyes look around, peeking as many times as I could. I noticed that he was around my age. I know the boys of my age, (they're) so desperate to grow up and look mature. But he just sat there reading a children's book by my favorite author.
I don't know if he even noticed me. I wanted to talk to him, ask his name, somehow, in some way find a link between him and the real world.
But I was too scared. I felt stupid, embarrassed, fat, lame and a thousand other things. But I didn't feel brave. Or good enough to talk to him.
A month has passed. I still go to that bookstore every week, just in case he feels the need to buy a new book.
Just in case.
Posted by: Mana | July 26, 2010 at 09:30 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a man whose voice seems to be crawling out of a well. He smells of rain on the ground.
His voice is probably the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. His breathing is like the wind whispering in my ear, blowing my hair off of my face.
With his voice I can draw an imagination of his gentle face and the beautiful silhouette of his body.
Each time he speaks I feel the genuine expression of his thoughts and the potency of his emotions. Every word seems to come from a profound place in his soul.
But I don’t know him.
Maybe if he is not continents away or if the Pacific Ocean is not some millions of kilometers wide, maybe I would know him and, he would know me.
Posted by: camille | July 27, 2010 at 01:01 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a man whose voice seems to be crawling out of a well. He smells of rain on the ground.
His voice is probably the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. His breathing is like the wind whispering in my ear, blowing my hair off of my face. With his voice I can draw an imagination of his gentle face and the beautiful silhouette of his body.
Each time he speaks I feel the genuine expression of his thoughts and the potency of his emotions. Every word seems to come from a profound place in his soul.
But I do not know him.
Maybe if he isn’t continents away or if the Pacific Ocean is not some millions of kilometers wide, maybe I would know him. And he would know me.
Posted by: camille | July 27, 2010 at 01:05 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the haunted writer. He smells of Old Spice and older books. This isn’t the first time his melancholy stare kidnapped my dozing heart, but this is the first time his dreamscapes presented themselves to me in the night. I remember the way he said, “I haven’t been this happy in a long time,” as he lay next to me, and the moonlight bathed his face.
He went away to Germany for several months and wrote to me, telling me he hoped for a summer full of beautiful memories. After he returned, we reunited in the airport. We kissed like movie stars; bystanders watched, envious of our joy. Days later, the light in his eyes faded. Furrowing his brow yet again, he reminded me of all our faults. I wept in his arms as he told me there was no room for a lover in his shattered life. Doesn't he remember the wish he made several years ago? I was the last soul he had wished to disturb.
I only wish his demons and ghosts would leave us alone in peace this time.
Posted by: Ardith Laverne | July 29, 2010 at 08:29 PM
I have fallen head over heels for a girl named Jenny. She smells of coconut shampoo and our love.
I love seeing the contrast between her dark carmel skin next to my painfully white ivory skin as we lay naked holding each other in bed. I love how she has my heart wrapped around her finger and how my heartbeat relies on her sun bright smile. She has my everything and she knows how to hurt me then put me back together like a million piece puzzle. Watching her sleep on my chest is like watching an angel take its firt flight; it takes my breath away everytime and i'm left wondering how such a precious creature could ever love a monster like me. We're both extremely fucked up just trying to guide each other, sometimes unsuccessfully, back into the light. I love her truly, deeply, without restrictions and as much as she has hurt me I will never walk away from the most beautiful, most loving, most amazing girl i have ever met. Her dark brown eyes, jet black hair, and curvy body is all my mind is ever filled with. Our love is intense and crazy and full of chaos but I shall never walk away from the only person that has ever understood me...the only person that could ever save me from myself.
Posted by: Shay | July 30, 2010 at 04:49 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a beautiful boy with long fingers, and boxer's arms. He smells of rosewood and jasmine and innocent devotion.
I thought i was repulsive. He was the first one to make me feel beuatiful. He is my first love.
I listen to his heart beat pulse beneath my cheek, holding him tight and whisper "please dont break my broken heart."
"Never ever" he says and holds me tighter.
Even if he doesnt know it, im still afraid ill find another. We are not the only ones who swear we'll be in love forever. lovers so young, hardly older than children, almost never end up together.
I look at him and wonder if he'll still love me when he cant hold me anymore. If I'll become his imaginary dream girl.
Posted by: Caitlynn | July 31, 2010 at 11:57 AM
I have fallen head over heels in love with with a girl who calls herself Su. She has a longer name gifted by her parents but she prefers to keep it short. Su smells of chewing gums and fresh linen.
I always call her while she's asleep, so she never picks up the phone. But she never calls me back no matter I'm awake or asleep.
Su talks about Sidney Sheldon when I discuss Shakespere, and Backstreet Boys when I listen to Pink Floyd. She loves the rain which gives her a day off to sleep all day. She eats just 300 grams of meal per day and sheds 500 grams talking. She walks like a cat, tastes like a cheesecake and feels like a jelly fish.
She calls me her best friend, just like 23 other guys. But my heart, which she mercilessly wrecks on every look, refuses to let her go. So much for her charm that I brush-off inviting glares from other beauteous ladies.
Once I decided to unabashedly confess my compassion to her and called her for dinner. But she brought brought another boyfriend with her introducing him as 'the man in her life'. My dreams went astray over the desserts and she bid me farewell calling me a 'cutie pie'. "Darn you Su, I'll still love you forever", I told myself.
Posted by: Atul | July 31, 2010 at 12:59 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with the last person I thought I’d be falling in love with. He smells of shampoo and rebellion. He only wear plaid pants and never spells anything right.
I’m the only one he shows himself to. His problems make me love him more. He loves me as much as anyone could. He’s brave for loving me that much. I’m not always the warmest person. But our eyes and smiles match perfectly. He is fearless and invigorating. We laugh at all the same things.
I used to think we were too alike, with our anxieties and fearlessness. In reality, I found the missing piece of my puzzle when he gave me his heart.
Posted by: Brittany | July 31, 2010 at 03:56 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a girl named Abbey. She smells of summer days, rock and rock and chocolate.
I said i'd wait for you until the end of time and i mean it. She has the most amazing ability to find joy in things which other people struggle to do, and her eyes are the most gorgeous i have ever seen.
She really is the most beautiful girl in this world.
Posted by: Pete | July 31, 2010 at 08:45 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the most charming man this world has ever met. He smells of manly sweat, greasy hair, and confidence.
He believes he's damned to hell for his dark past....and he probably is, but I don't care. He's 10 years older than me, divorced, and has 2 kids. He has a beautiful heart, a kind soul, and high self-esteem. He has taught me so much about life and about myself. His I.Q. is at a Genius level, higher than Einstein.
The first year we started dating I would sneak out of my window in the middle of the night to go driving around in his car. We could literally talk about anything and everything. Sex was incredible and still is today.
He doesn't have a job. He's leaving to the army soon. I'm skeptical about his decision but support him.
It's been 3 1/2 years that we've been dating....I'm still waiting for him to commit. Will he ever ask me to marry him? My heart has hope.
Posted by: Maricarmen | July 31, 2010 at 11:31 PM
i have fallen in love with a a girl, she smells of ciggerets and perfction. when we first met i though she was to gorgiouse to be real and much to buetifule for me. we fell in love over abortions and morbid humor. we laught over everything and she complets me in a way no paragrah could ever say. we fight because were to similar but we know its only because were to in love and dont know how to handle being with someone soooo amsaing .i have always been to bizzare to ever fell confertable with showing how human and fragil i truely am, but when she smiles my heart melts every time and i know this is the only one in the world who will ever understand me this is the only women in the world for me.
Posted by: allan | August 01, 2010 at 12:13 AM
I'm head over heels in love with Brit Smick. She smells of cigarettes and better times. I'm really lucky. She is the only person in the world who has done the near impossible task of truly understanding a guy like me. When she smiles, I know it's just for me. When she laughs, I know that the world is really, at its core, still magical. When we fight, I realize how empty life without her would be. All I ever want is to make her happy. I know she is the only person I will ever love this much.
Posted by: Allan | August 01, 2010 at 01:39 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a man who is 6'7 and weighs 350 lbs. He smells of comforting hugs and soap.
The first time he saw me was in high school. I was wearing a "Free Hugs" sign on my shirt. I gave hugs to a few of his friends. He was too shy to ask for one, and I didn't see him behind the computer he was at.
The first time I saw him, it was in our chemistry class. My heart stopped as soon as I saw him. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I finally worked up the nerve to do something I'd never consider doing with anyone else. I (quite literally) slapped a post-it note with one of my doodles on it. He stared at me for the rest of class and I couldn't even tilt my head in his direction.
A week after the post-it note, I passed him a note after a test. We talked about ninjas, my art, and people we knew. The following day, we exchanged phone numbers and MSN usernames.
It's been 3 years, and he still never takes a glance at another woman, nor I at another man. He gives me soft kisses, believes I'll be a famous artist, and is still patient when I have my crazy moments.
"My friend, my lover, my soulmate" is carved into the engagement ring he gave me.
Posted by: Amanda S. | August 01, 2010 at 11:31 PM
*I (quite literally) slapped a post-it note with one of my doodles on it onto his desk.
I figured I'd mess up a sentence somehow. D'oh!
Posted by: Amanda S. | August 01, 2010 at 11:35 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the red haired projectionist. He smells of uniqueness, movie set prop blood, and confusion.
At the party where we kissed, I was 16 and you were 18. You were drunk, but I was only pretending to be. This was the norm for you, but I had just had my first kiss. Time passed with the occasional "hey" even though you were the most attractive, intresting man I had ever met.You love Incubus and when I hear "Dig", a piece of me cries. Now, I'm in the same college as you. We park close together and we talk every morning. Looking at your smile makes me happy for the rest of the day.I notice the sparkle in your dark brown eyes you hate so much. I notice you fidget with such unessecary insecurity.I often wonder if you have the same difficulty finding words like I do. When we part with a hug, I watch you walk away, hopeful you'll look back, but you never do. I press my books into my chest like a nervous school girl because that's what you do to me. You are my mysterious, confusing, wonderful, beautiful movie man. The only reason I watch all my movies at the run down theatre, is to catch a glimpse of you
Posted by: b | August 02, 2010 at 03:50 AM
I had fallen head-over-heels in love with the boy down the street. He smelt of Soccer balls and Sunlight, With a hint of Raspberry Tea.
We spent the days with all the neighborhood kids.Swimming,dodge ball,biking,Skating. Whatever we could get our hands on.
He would make lame jokes and laugh at them all by himself. something along the lines of "Ur-anus".
At night, we would lay in a circle on the road and just Stare at the Stars.
I told him i wanted to be an Astronaut.
He told me "That's Dangerous..."
Turns out he fell in love with my sister.Or so i think.Now, He still lives down the street. But we dont meet.But i Imagine his voice, ad his jokes, and i fantasize running right up to his door and confessing that i loved him.That i hate him. That i need him.
Posted by: Heather | August 02, 2010 at 05:45 AM
I have fallen head-over-knees in love with a girl named Millie, She smells of sweet perfume that she wears whenever i see her and of her sweet passion fruit shampoo.
I had only started hanging out with this new group. I met lots of nice people. I didn't know Millie then. But i knew she was there. The group had moved somewhere and i was only left with my friend Mike. We went back to our old group. And a few months later.. Some of the group came back.. Millie followed.
We finally started talking. It was great. and each day we'd talk and talk at breaks and lunches. And soon i found myself thinking of her on the way from school and saying silly things like "I got a hug from Millie today. That was nice". Just little things. And one day.. It struck me.. I loved Millie.. And i didn't know what to do!
The summer holidays began. she had got hold of my MSN and my phone. so i met up with her and my friends nearly everyday. And one day.. It was just me and her. And i was nervous.. WE had been holding hands and hugging all day. But it never was official.
Normally i'm i guy that waits for things to happen.. I don't ask for love. I wait for love to ask me. But this time it was different.. I wanted her so badly.. I wanted to feel her lips..
We sat in the park for hours.. Not saying anything at all. It was raining a bit and she claimed she was cold. so i took my jacket off and covered her legs as she was wearing a skirt that day. and we sat there for hours. Not saying a thing. but it was the best time of my life.
Silence was broke with the sound of a phone going off. It was Millie's mum saying that she had to go home. And then i realized that the gates were closing.. It was now or never.. We walked back without a word.. But in my head.. I was like world war 3. I was thinking so fast. I wanted a fancy line to claim her for my own. so many things i wanted to say.
We approached her road.. My heart was beating so fast.. It was starting to hurt.. she was going to leave but i held her back.. We stood there for a while.. And in the end i didn't know what to say.. And i just simply whispered "Will you go out with me..?".
My favorite memory is of her no even hesitating to say yes and kissed me on the lips. I was so happy! I had done it.. Quite simply.. Not the way i really wanted to but i had done it.. And i was happy so thats what counts.
I walk back home and give a little dance and grin all the way back.
we've been happy ever since. though problems have been rising and my paranoia won't stop haunting my mind.. I still love her.. and really.. Behind all this stress and anger.. We are happy.. So it'd like to think.
Sorry Millie. Beat you to it xx
Posted by: Max Mcleod | August 02, 2010 at 12:33 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with the boy I can never have. He smells of summer, river water and memories.
I met him, and knew I liked him from the start. But I never said anything, afraid of rejection.
Now, years later he tells me he loves me, but the distance between us is too great and we're stuck in places we don't care to be.
And yet somehow I can't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard I try..
Posted by: A girl | August 03, 2010 at 04:34 AM
I have fallen for a boy a year and a half younger than me. He smells like New Years and security.
Part of the reason I went to the college I did was so I could see him every week.
I don't know if I love him or the idea of him, but it's been 3 years now and I can't seem to get him out of my head. And believe me, I've tried.
He has a smile that melts my heart, and seeing him never ceases to make my stomach drop. He's one of the few people whose eyes reach deep into my soul, and I have the sinking feeling he always knows what I'm thinking.
And as much as I hate myself for it, I know I will wait around until we have our chance, no matter how long that may take. It's disgusting really, I'm not that kind of girl.
Posted by: Her | August 03, 2010 at 11:42 AM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a man who is a beautiful shark. He smells of tangy intelligence and bright, peppery laughter.
Our first date was the day before Christmas Eve.
He has the whitest teeth I have ever seen, and the most amazing half-cocked smile.
He has travelled the world since he was young, since before I ever knew him. He’s surfed in Japan and gotten lost in Spain.
It’s been 588 days since we started dating.
He once had a dream, very early on, that I told him I wanted to be with him forever.
He didn’t tell me about it until recently, but it’s funny,
Because I do.
Dream-Me just knew before Real-Me figured it out.
Posted by: K | August 03, 2010 at 01:01 PM
Too Far Away
I have fallen head over heels with the man i am never going to meet. He smells of sandalwood and sleep. I met him online and talked to him for 48 hours straight. Then, he told me he was in love with me.
He opened up to me, and i tried to open up to him. I loved him so much that he was the only man i thought about for months. He wanted to marry me and i said i would. Talking to him on the phone was the highlight of my life. Everything he said was so honest, so caring. He was the only man i could talk to, and the only real friend i've ever had.
He couldn't handle it when i would close up from him. He said he would wait for me, but i told him no, and pushed him away. I don't know if i can ever be that happy again. I just want to see your face, hold your hand.
written by Clairebear
Posted by: Clairebear | August 03, 2010 at 09:12 PM
I have fallen head over heels with a boy who smells of musky cologne and marijuana.
I rarely see him but feel as though I've known him for lifetimes.
Every day I wonder if I'll ever meet him again, and it's that fraction of a chance that I will that keeps me going.
I want his arms around me and I don't want him to ever let go.
Maybe, one day, the shooting stars will respond; Can't they see I'm crying?
Posted by: Alexis Storm | August 04, 2010 at 03:26 AM
I've fallen in love with a man named Jon. He smells of a bank and pizza. We both knew the second we set eyes on each other that we would spend the rest of our lifes together. In december his parents are taking us to vegas and we're going to get married by elvis in secret. And have a proper wedding later. Oh I can't wait for december! I've only known him for 8 months and moved aross the US with him, best decsion of my life!
Marley
Posted by: Marley | August 04, 2010 at 03:56 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with my ex. He smells of sweat and harsh sarcasm.
We met two and a half years ago and started dating almost immediately. At first I was scared to death to be in a relationship, but as I started to fall in love with this boy who had the strangest sense of humor and made my heart melt simply by smiling or kissing my forehead, I relaxed and started to not only love him, but the relationship as well.
I gave my everything to him, and me being young and impulsive I thought that this boy, who could engulf me entirely in one of his hugs and made me feel like I was the prettiest girl in the world when he called me gorgeous, would be around forever and ever, and he'd be all mine for all of eternity.
Fast forward and my heart's left broken after a terrible slew of names and "I never want to see you again". But still I loved him.
And I still love him, even though I'm almost confident he's just been using me ever since he apologized a few months after the break up. I'm just scared to lose him again. And I can't give up something I love so dearly.
Sometimes I wish I could fall "head over heels in love" with someone else.
Posted by: Samantha | August 04, 2010 at 11:58 PM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a boy two inches shorter than me. He smells of sweat, ocean brine, and disappointment.
We fell in love 6 years ago, but he joined the Marines and left me behind.
We dated for 8 months, but my father forced me to call it off. I had to write him a Dear John letter while he was in Afghanistan.
He claims he is still waiting for me, but he drinks more than I'd like, and had become less gentle and more bitter.
Since my letter, I have found someone who is much taller than me, and much more gentle than Mr. Short.
Despite my great love for Mr. Tall and the depth of happiness he gives me, I cannot get Mr. Short out of my mind.
Maybe I'm doomed.
Posted by: Whitney | August 06, 2010 at 05:47 PM
I have fallen in love with a college boy. He smells of mint chewing tobacco and cowboy boots.
He makes me feel giddy, tiny, and loved all at once. As he picked me up at the airport he picked me up and swung me through the air for all to see and be plagued by jealousy of our love. He used to tease me for always having to keep him on his toes.
As he returns me to the airport I walk inside and begin to cry, knowing I will have to go without his sweet smell and big arms. As I fall asleep on the plane I dream of his fingers drawing circles on my back.
Posted by: Allie | August 08, 2010 at 12:20 AM
I've fallen head over heels for him. He smells like San Francisco and broken promises.
He's five hundred miles away.
He knows I'm not perfect.
Once, he dropped me in the shower, and I knew I was in love. He only loves me when he's drunk.
I stay up late every night waiting for his phone call, hoping that he still feels the same way.
We met on Valentines Day.
I miss his skin.
Please come home.
Posted by: Katy | August 09, 2010 at 12:51 AM
I have fallen in love with someone I shouldn't, he smells of freedom and sheet music.
He knows I exist and sends me poems and songs but I think of his wife and want to die.
He thinks I'm clever and funny and I think he is like the sun. He's older than me and sings on the stage with his guitar. I wish that guitar was me.
He sends me tickets to his gigs and I just watch from a dark corner with a friend who kindly holds me up whilst I swoon.
I listen to our favourite band The Beatles and in my head I'm in his kitchen with him singing songs and drinking tea.
He's off soon to America for a year and my heart will disappear, with the plane, over the horizon.
Posted by: Lauren | August 09, 2010 at 09:13 AM
Blue-Eyed Boy
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with my best friend. He smells of Axe body spray and wonderful shampoo and our shared childhood.
We’ve gone through most of our lives together, but it took me too long to realize how I feel about him. I’m terrified that I missed my chance to love him.
Sitting on the couch in his living room, we work our way through DVR’d episodes of Cake Boss, Ghost Hunters, Bones, and Fact or Faked. We have the same odd sense of humor and, without him, I wouldn’t have seen most of the quirky movies I now love. We share our food and when I’m broke, he treats me to nights out. We cuddle up together and he doesn’t know how much I treasure every moment I spend with his arms around me, my fingers tangled in his hair. I know he doesn’t want a girlfriend right now, but my heart always hopes that he’ll tell me he loves me. He’s the only guy I can truly be all of myself around.
He makes me laugh and he makes me cry and he’s the only one I want to spend forever with.
Anna
Posted by: Anna | August 09, 2010 at 09:11 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a pothead gamer. He smells of weed, sex, and apples.
We met at a party. I was drunk. He was not. I spent the night with another boy. He won me over with persistence. He won me over with increasing cuteness and small awkward gestures of caring.
When we're together I always love to squeeze him and feel his ribcage pressing against me. We play video games, smoke, and watch The Office and Pokemon reruns.
I don't mind his first person shooters and MMO's. He doesn't mind my self-confidence problems or vanity.
He loves music and science. I love him, though he doesn't know yet.
Posted by: V | August 10, 2010 at 01:45 AM
i have fallen in love with a guy who´s just had a baby with another girl. he didn´t look for me nor i looked for him, it just happened. this is a very close-minded town so he went to live with her. every night he tells me that the one he loves is me.every night i cry myself to sleep wishing he was here. how can that be possible in 2010??
Posted by: marie | August 10, 2010 at 04:15 AM
I have fallen head over heels for the man iv never seen,his name is alex. he smells of text messages and the sunshine in my day. i feel nutty somedays cause we have never seen each other and im not a person that believes u can just talk to someone and fall in love but i pray for the day i do see him and i look forwards waking up to his good morning instead of a text saying good morning... i do love you alex i dont know how or why but... i do
Posted by: Beth | August 11, 2010 at 08:25 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels with a cheeky stargazer. He smells like cold grass and broken benches.
He said we were "indescribable", but I don't think either of us know what that means yet.
I know he lied about seeing that shooting star but I've still convinced myself this could all work out.
Posted by: Mol | August 13, 2010 at 10:55 AM
I have fallen head over heels in love with a broken girl. She smells of saddness, blood, and pain. And all I can do is cry for her.
Posted by: Tyler Wright | August 13, 2010 at 03:12 PM
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with parker. He smells of old spice and his 82 Honda Accord.
He said he would marry me one day, and I leave next week for college.
I will let you know...
Posted by: Jessica | August 14, 2010 at 12:36 AM