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We've been together for nearly 3 years now (2 1/2 years?) In some way or another, we got together when I was at my final year of elementary school while he’s at his first year in junior high. Everybody were quite surprise when they found out we got together because we both are two very *emphasis on VERY* different people and we always fight a lot when we were younger. We were like the Chinese symbol, Yin and Yang, both very different but need each other at the same time. So nobody expected that to happen. We were on good ties for that long until one day, he had to leave…

“What do you mean you’re moving?” I asked, with a sudden sad feeling looming in me. “Joan, I’m sorry…Mum said we’re migrating to Sydney, Dad has a new job there and Mum wants me to study there…” he said with an aspirate feeling in it. “Wait…you telling me this now…because you want to break up with me?” I asked. Suddenly, my eyes felt wet and misty. ‘I’m so not gonna cry right now…’ I thought. “NO! No! I just wanna tell you this…. ‘cause, I may not able to be with you…” he said. “How often can you come back to visit?” I asked, wanting to hear something positive from his mouth. “Maybe three to four times a year…or even lesser…” he replied with a sad sigh. I closed my eyes and try to learn how to breathe again. The tears in my eyes started to flow out. “Joan, I’m sorry.” He came around to hug me, but I declined by pushing his arm away. “Joan…please…” He tried to comfort me, but walked away a few steps from him. “I hate you in a way…” I replied and ran back home, leaving him dumbfounded.

I went back to my room and hid myself in a small corner of my room and sunk my head into my knees and cried. Usually I won’t cry for anything because I think it’s just plain stupid. But this time, I couldn’t hold my feelings. While I cried, I thought back the things I had done with him and his gang…
I remember all so clearly how he had asked me…to be with him. Usually Francis and his friend, Peter and John would torment me. They had been doing this to me for quite some time now, since the early years of elementary school. But one day, it was clearly different. Well, both his friends did his usual routine of teasing me, but he didn’t. He didn’t torment me for that whole day and I didn’t meet him since morning. I was walking at one of the corridors when he suddenly jumped me. “What do you want, you idiot…” I said, under my breath. He looked left and right to see whether was there anyone around and pulled me aside. “Francis! What are you doing? Let go!” I said and tried to loosen his grip, he was pinning my shoulder onto the wall. He didn’t let go. “Joan…I…I like you…” he blurted out. I stared at him, trying to analyze what he had just said. He put his hand into his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper. He put the paper into my hand and ran as fast as he could out of the building. I stared at the piece of paper in my hand, it was his phone number. Little did I know what would happened if I called him. But in the end we got together, like yin and yang.

For the past 3 years, we both had done a lot of things together. He taught me how to play the archery and I taught him how to control his awful temper. We learned a lot of things by helping each other. He brought me to the junior-senior prom that was held in school. We done stupid things together with his friends and sister like playing the game ‘Spin the Bottle’ and ‘7 minutes in heaven’ which were actually quite fun. On the 3rd year of our relationship, we both bought each other white and yellow stripped rings to remind ourselves about our then current relationship. We were happy until he told me he was about to leave. I was very upset about this and was in a depressed state for nearly 3 days straight. When he finally got hold on me, he asked what we are going to do with our relationship then. I thought long and hard and in the end, I made my decision. “Let’s just break up…” I replied. Even though it stings me so badly, I know that there was no point in having a long-distance relationship at such a young age. We argued and fought about this. In the end, he gave in and respected my decision, reluctantly.

On the eve on his departure, we threw a farewell party for him. It was a small and casual one with a little bit of drinking under the supervision on his parents. He and his friends were happily chatting away while I tore away from the happy group to go out to the balcony. ‘What am I gonna do now?’ I thought as I gaze at the night sky. Suddenly, I felt someone’s arms embraced me from behind. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as he perched his head on my shoulder to gaze at the night sky with me. “What to do when you are gone…” I replied as I leaned my head on his. “Don’t think about it, ‘kay?” I just nodded and he kissed me on my cheek. He took out his ring and gave it to me, “Keep this, along with yours….”

Even though we had been together for 3 years now, we hadn’t really kissed. I mean on the lips. Cheek, yes. Lips, no. He left for Australia and promised to come back and visit. He came back roughly six months later. During those six months, I tried to live like how I did before I got together with Francis. On the outside, I look as though as nothing happened before, but deep down, my heart was still wounded.
When he came back his friends decided to throw a party for him to catch up on things. They consume some alcohol based drinks and were on high status. They decided to play a game ‘Truth or Dare?’. Francis got picked at the 2nd round. He was dared to kiss me. I didn’t know he would really do it. He walked towards me just kiss me. It was a peck but it gave me butterflies all around my body. After they had finished the game, I went and asked him, “Did you just do that in because the game?” He gave a casual smile and said, “No…because I wanted to…” and leaned towards me and kissed me but only this time, it wasn’t a peck on the cheek or on the lips but it lasted for nearly two whole minutes.

Well, we are not together now. But we are on a good friendship basis. Up until now, I still keep the rings we both bought. In the end, he finally got what he wanted. You would know what does this mean if you know me, if not, ask me personally. See whether I would want to tell you. Last but not least, I would just want to tell you that I miss you.

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Was rather sad when i written this, took me 2 hours? 3? Idk...
If you wanna know whether is this a true story, ask me personally.
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Plan to publish in school magazine and in Star NIE...
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More than a Friend
I have a friend, a BFF. I bet your BFF is the same sex as you… right? Well, mine’s different. My best friend is a guy, while I’m a girl. But in the end, he was more than a friend to me… you would understand if you continue reading this…

Before my senior year ended, I started to date a jock. We dated about six months. All the girls in school envied me for dating this super cute hottie, Brian. I would always hang out with Patrick during my spare time, before I started dating Brian. “Hey, Lily… where’re we going to hang out?” he would asked on every Friday night. But after I got together with Brian, I would spend every single second with him. I know I sound desperate but what can I do? It’s the first time I have a boyfriend, right? Since then, my time with Patrick was limited. Our friendship grew apart, day by day. Occasionally, I would see him. When I did, he always had that sad look in his eyes which he tried to camouflage by smiling. But I didn’t care. Those six months were the happiest months of my life. Brian would playfully whisper ‘I love you...’ which always gives me butterflies in my stomach. He even brought me to our senior prom. To people’s eyes, we looked like a happy couple. But we were facing problems. I found out that Brian was dating a sophomore. I was sad and angry; he was two timing me all this while. I had enough. “It’s over!” I yelled at him. I slapped his face harshly and walked away, tears streaming down my eyes. My heart was broken into pieces.

News travelled fast in the small place I lived in. Soon enough, Patrick knew about it and came over. “Lily? Are you okay?” he asked once I opened the door. I couldn’t hold my feelings any longer and just hugged him tightly. He comforted me, reassuring me. He stayed with me until sunset. I cried my eyes out and while I cursed that two timing bastard. He just kept quiet and lent his shoulder for me to cry on, and hugged me. Soon, my wounded heart was sewn back. Since that day, our friendship grew stronger then ever.

We spent every second together for the whole summer. We would just lie down on the grass, looking back our childhood. I was so happy. For once, I hoped that the time would freeze, just for me.

“I got my college application! I finally gotten my FREAKING COLLEGE APPLICATION!!!” he screamed in delight.

I was very happy for him, truly am. But deep down, I felt… sad. I know its fine to feel sad for these type things, but this feeling was different. I get tense, thinking that Patrick would be miles away from me. ‘Why do I feel like this?’ I thought, trying to think of reasons for my sudden behavior. Since, he would be leaving for college soon; I tried to spend every free time I had with him. And I cherished it. One day, exactly a week before his departure, we were sitting at his porch, watching the twinkling stars in the night sky. “Lily, I’ll miss you when I’m at college…” he said. I turned my gaze from staring at the stars to look at him. He stared into my eyes while I stared into his. I suddenly felt my heart leap at the sight of his eyes. He was so close to me. ‘Oh God…’ The sight of his eyes took my breath away. I quickly turned my head towards the opposite side. I felt my face blushed slightly. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I just shook my head. I leaned onto his strong, broad shoulder. “I’ll miss you, too…” I asked. “I may be back for my semester holidays in May…” he said. I just replied sadly, “Oh…”Patrick noticed my sad expression. He stroked my hair and said, “Tell you what. Let’s make a promise to meet up when I’m back…okay?” I just nodded, not trusting my voice to speak; I was at the point of breaking down. He kissed me on my forehead.

For the next few days, my mind was always clouded, clouded with messy thoughts. I kept thinking to myself, ‘Why do I feel so sad about him leaving…’ In the end, I knew why. On the eve on Patrick’s departure, I was getting some stuff ready. I was going with him to his hostel to help set things up. I was rummaging my cabinet when I found a photo album. There were lots of pictures of me and Patrick since pre-school. There was a picture of us in the sand box at our pre-school, throwing sand at each other. I smiled to myself. There was also a photo of us at our year ten formal dance. Patrick was my date. I used to have braces then. I was happily smiling towards the camera, showing my ugly braces. Patrick had this huge pimple on the left side of his face, but he was still grinning in front of the camera, arm around my shoulders. A sense of nostalgia came over me. I was crying at the sight of all those photos of us. At that moment, I knew why I didn’t want him to go off to college. I love him. It hit me hard. ‘I’m gonna miss him so, so much…’

The next day, we took a ride to his college hostel. When we got there, we started cleaning his dusty room. By the end of the day, it was clean already. It was already late dusk and my dad was still not there to give me a ride home. So, we walked around Patrick’s new campus. It was quite late so we sat at one of the benches there. Both of us were awkwardly quiet. The silence was deafening. I was staring at the ground. In my heart, I was silently crying. “Lily… I wanna tell you something…” he said. I turned to listen to him. In a split second, his face was right in front of me, just a few centimeters away. He closed his eyes and moved forward and kissed me. He grabbed both of my hands by my wrists and leaned forward me a little more. I closed my eyes, too. Blushing a little, he said, “Lily… I love you for a very long time”. He gave me an envelope. Dad came soon after that. On the way back home, my stomach kept doing summersaults. ‘Oh my God! He loves me too…’ I took out the envelope that Patrick gave me and opened it. It was a picture of us, when we were like ten. At the right top corner, he written: I ♥ you…

I took out my phone and started typing:

-I love you too…

And sent it. Within a few seconds, I got a message.

-I should come back every weekend then? =)

Since then, our friendship grew strong, along with our relationship. We share and compromise things; and now, we both share the same last name and two beautiful children.

My story....

Hey, this is a little something I've written for the past hour. Hope you enjoy. *Mind my grammar, may have mistakes*





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“Kristy! Don’t go! I’m sorry!” He ran after me and caught me by my arm. I glared at him and wrench my arm out from his grip. “Go away…” I replied softly, still glaring at him angrily. “Kristy, please…I’m sorry…I…” I cut him off and screamed at him, “GO AWAY!!!” I ran out of the house and into the rain. I ran as fast as I could, trying not to fall, on the slippery ground. I still could hear his faint call of my name, far behind me. I ran towards a nearby bus stop where I usually hang out with Danny, my friend. I just sat there, soaking wet from head to toe. The anger inside me slowly faded, and replaced by sadness. ‘Why had I fallen for him...?’ I thought to myself. Inside me, there was this awful ache. I caught sight of the bracelet that HE gave me. The sight of the bracelet made me tear a little. I thought back the times where we were happy…

Tom and I was a couple for about four months. Before that, I would always hang out with Shelly and Danny. But Shelly got together with a senior at a neighboring school, so Danny and I hang out more often then. I always enjoy the time I spent with him. I would always have that queasy feeling when I talk to him. Our time together were nice and enjoying, until I met Tom. We started to get close after we met at a party. Soon enough, we started having feelings for each other and in the end, we got together. He has this loving smile which always makes me feel light headed. Our days together were lovely. But my time with Danny was getting lesser, day by day. I know he felt a bit sad that I couldn’t really spent time with him as often as I could, but he didn’t seem to mind. He would always be there for me if I have any problems. Recently, I found out that Tom had been going out with a freshman in school. I was very angry at him and confronted him about it. We argued, quite badly. I called him a bastard, two timing and player which I think had trigger his feelings ‘cause he slapped me, hard. I was shocked at his action towards me. “It’s over….” I whispered, so softly only he could hear. His mouth agape in surprised. His eye brow frowned with a worried expression. “Kristy, I’m sorry….so sorry….” He tried to hug me but I pushed him back. “Don’t you dare touch me…” I said under my breath. He tried again, “Kristy, I’m sorry, I was just fooling around.” I ran before he could even lay a finger on me. “Kristy! Don’t go! I’m sorry!” He ran after me and caught me by my arm. I glared at him and wrench my arm out from his grip. “Go away…” I replied softly, still glaring at him angrily. “Kristy, please…I’m sorry…I…” I cut him off and screamed at him, “GO AWAY!!!”

Now, I’m here thinking back what had happened. I was sobbing hysterically. Suddenly, my cell rang. It was from Danny. “Hello?” I asked, trying to control my raging emotions. “Kristy! Where are you? I’ve been finding for a long time. Where are you?” he asked frantically. I cried even more at the sound of his voice. “Kristy! Shh…..calm yourself…tell me where you are now…” he asked again. “At the bus stop….near my place…” I mumbled. Tear stains on my cheeks. Soon, I heard someone called my name. “Kristy!” I turned to where the sound was coming from. It was Danny, with an umbrella in hand. I was so happy to see him that I ran out into the rain to hug him. “Kristy!” “Hey? What happened? Come on, let’s go back to the bus stop. You looked cold.” He put his jacket around me and led me back to the bus stop. “What happened?” he asked. Slowly, I told him what had happened between me and Tom.
“Shh…come here…” he said and gave me a reassuring hug. He stayed with me for quite some time, just casually talking to me. “There, you don’t need a guy like him…” he said, and wiped my tear stains dry. “Don’t cry anymore…you look beautiful, you know…” he said. I eyes widened with surprise. When he understood what had he just said, his face went to a dark shade of red. We both went quite. The only sound left was the ‘pita-pata’ of the rain water, dropping onto the ground.

Both of our eyes were fixated at each other. His face moved nearer to mine, just a few centimeters away from me. He lifted his hand to put my loose hair, which was covering my face, back behind my ear. He looked at me and stared into my eyes. He moved in that few centimeters and kissed me. I was in a state of a shock but I kissed him backed and we embraced. We kissed for about a good two minutes before we finally let go. ‘Why did he do that?’ I just continued to stare at him with a curious look. “Oh my God…I’m sorry! I didn’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have kissed you…” he said with an apologetic look on his face. I suddenly have this bizarre thought in my mind. “Danny, you have a crush on me….do you?” I blurted before I could even stop myself from saying it. Obviously, my question caught him off guard. His mouth was agape at my question and was trying to think of a way to reply my question. “Erm…I….yeah. I do…for quite sometime now…” he replied nervously. I smiled a little at his answer and asked “Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were with Tom…” he replied. “Well, I’m not. Now.” I smiled and let out a little giggle. He smiled and started to kiss me again. I took off the bracelet Tom had given me and dumped in onto the wet ground.

We’ve been together for five months now, and still counting.
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Suppose to write this during one of the English class at school but because of the lack of time, I written SOMETHING like that. This the full version. Hope you enjoy it...
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