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Created: 05/04 01:27 am
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High school sweethearts.
Who was your high school sweety? Are u till with yours? Do u miss them? Do u think it would have lasted?
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At 01:38 am
luckylady0330
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You asked so here it is, I was begged to go to a co-workers prom, actually he kinda begged, and told me he would even buy my dress. I really wasn't sure if I wanted to go, I was a softmore and he was a senior at a different school. Some how going to someone esles prom seemed a bit nerve racking. I told my parents and the funny thing is my mom said I shouldn't go,that he sounded desperate. My dad on the other hand said give the poor guy a chance. And that I did. We ended up being quite a pair, the two of us were hot hot hot together, but on the flip side we fought and broke up alot. after 3 years of dating, my dad got fed up, we broke up for the last time. My dad never told me he called again, and then i went off to college. We remet on classmates.com after 20 years. I found out that he waited forever to get married. We talked it over and determined that it was my father who made the final decision for us. We keep in touch now through email. The worst part of the whole thing is that my mother died when i was dating him, his family took me in and gave me emotional support. When we split I felt that I lost not only him, but my whole family. I missed him and his parents. The moral of the story, our children will make mistakes, we can not choose their friends nor can we choose the people they love. Sometimes we have to bite our lips, hmmmmmm maybe your decisions about a 17 year old pizza guy could be wrong???
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At 01:01 am
yoursweetsmile
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i was a frosh in highschool and i had just moved from south carolina to louisiana in the summer(my dad was in the army, we moved every 3 or 4 years). on the day that i moved into my new house, i was unpacking things in my room and i heard someone knock. i almost didnt answer because, i mean i just moved there and i didnt know anyone, but i answered it anyways. i opened the door and instantly fell in love. the most beautiful smile, on the most gorgeous girl i have ever seen, i was literally speechless. her mom had sent her down with a "welcome basket" (again, my dad was in the army and when you move to a new place, sometimes the neighborhood coordinator/street coordinator gives the new families baskets with info on the area and food and such in them.). she said welcome to the neighborhood and handed it to me and i limply accepted it. i spit out something that was supposed to be "hi, thanks" but it was barely audible. after a few seconds of awkard silence she said bye and walked off. i was proud of my first impression...err no i wasnt. she was all i thought about the rest of the day. well, school began, i dont know, 2 days later, and my sister became friends with the girls little sister, so that night i figured out her name was brandi and that she was a junior and 3 years older than me, i was pretty heartbroken when i found that out. anyways, a week or so went by and i found myself up by brandi's house and she came out and started talking to me. yeah, i was nervous, but i managed to speak english and i got through it without looking like a complete weirdo and i was at her house everyday from then on. we became close and for 3 years we were hardly without each other. she taught so much about girls. how to treat them, what to say to make them feel safe, how to make them feel better. she was more than everything to me. i think she cared for me, but not as much as i did for her, it was my first "love" and she had a long relationship before me. and after those wonderful 3 years, of course, the way life with an army dad works, her father was restationed to a different base and she had to move. the worst day of my life was the day she left. i was so broken, i didnt care about anything anymore. all the things we use to do together i hated after she left. i stayed away from places that reminded me of her. we tried to keep in touch over the phone, through email and such, but eventaully we sort of both gave up, something that i regret to this day. fast forward to now, im still thankful to have been able to know her and for everything she taught me and i wish that she was still right down the street from me. the last time i talked to her was about a year ago. the conversation seemed forced, almost like neither of us wanted to be talking to the other person, she had clearly moved on and im still trying to pull it together 3 years after. which is kind of pathetic. anyways, im jotting it down as just teenage love, but theres still nothing i wouldnt give to have her. by the way my poem "softhellos/hardgoodbyes" was written because of all this. if you actually read all this, i love you too.
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