I just joined ROTC Drill team when i met HIM. He was the most gorgeous man i’ve seen so far and quickly fell head over heels for him. His name is Noel. Noel was told to instruct me by our Sargent and quickly we grew fond of each other. We flirted, he stole my phone and got my number. Soon we were texting and calling each other. The only problem was I had a boyfriend and he had a wife… He asked me out many many times and all those times I told him no, at one point we were ignoring each other, avoiding each others path in the hallway. He asked me to go to military ball with him i had said yes, but instead i took my friend Flor. When we got to military ball me and my friend were seating on the other table in front of his. I could see him pacing behind me in the mirrors that we were by, like if he was trying to ask me something. When it came that we could dance i took him by the hand and we danced the night away. I fell for him when a slow song came on and my head was by his heart and i could hear it beating faster as i came close to his lips and gave him a kiss. After the ball he took me and my friend to Denny’s, he was accompanied by his friend martin. After that night we have been going strong. Even after i didnt want to get with him. Now we have a baby of 7 months and we are soon to be wed.
Posts Tagged love
Ironic Love
Nov 22
my soulmate
Nov 19
Born and raised in Brazil, at the age of 25 I decided to quit everything (family, 5 years relationship and work) to have a break in my life and do what I like. So I moved to Miami by myself, planing to stay here for 2 years studying the language. After few months living here, I met Tata and soon we were best friends. Me and her used to not like the fact that Miami speaks spanish, not english and after about 8 months, I was about to quit everything and go back to my country when Tata,( after I got fired from where we were working) called her boyfriend and got me a job.
I went to this new place (a restaurant), did an interview and the next day was already working. After few days, I met him. My soulmate. I could feel that when I saw him and I guess he felt the same way. Few days later, we went on a date. In the car, I start to check out all his cds and for my surprise, I had most of those cds back in BR and I didn’t know anyone that even knew all those bands. So there we realize that we were in trouble. I was supposed to go back to BR in April 2008 (because of visa) and that month, I had my interview to be a legal resident. He proposed after 8 months. We have a big synchronization in our lives, a lot of “coincidences” and I can totally recognize him as somebody I know and I knew before I met.
I know “things happens” but I guess up to this point, It is our fate. (or at least mine, because I left my country and I love to be here. Almost like THIS IS WHERE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE since i was born) ( and I can write more details in case my story is chosen)
the hatchback transporter
Nov 18
1986. A hot July night in Memphis. A group of friends, driving nowhere in particular on my 18th birthday. Two cars. I was in Bobby’s, along with John.
We had cut our girlfriends loose after the party. It was time to be guys. Drinking. Mailbox baseball.
John and I sat in the back, hatch up, as Bobby slowly rolled down the back streets. We had a fire extinguisher filled with water, and we were look for dry, unsuspecting pedestrians.
We found one. He was alone. Probably 40 or so. Bobby killed the lights and we rolled up alongside the poor guy, unleashing a long, steady stream of surprise, soaking him head to toe.
Bobby floored it as we watched our victim bend down and make a throwing motion. Within a few seconds, our car was rolling over and over.
As it turns out, that man had thrown a brick at our car, striking Bobby in the head. He hit a telephone pole guide wire, which upended our compact, sending that hatchback down on our heads again and again as we continued to roll.
The silence.
The gasp for air. I awoke to find John walking around aimlessly, bleeding from the head. My leg was cut to the bone, and I could feel a steady flow of blood running from my temple down my face.
We had to drag Bobby from under the upside down car.
John ran into the night, concussed. Bobby and I waited for the ambulance, and were taken to the ER for our injuries.
My plan that summer was to finish out my senior year of high school, living with my sisters, since my father had taken a new job in DC.
But, that accident changed everything.
I was yanked out of Memphis before my injuries could heal, put in a boarding school in Maryland, left to redesign my life from scratch.
I wandered, in all directions, looking for anyone, anything, that could make me feel complete again. It was nearly 20 years of empty relationships, failed friendships, fueled by empty promises and too much faith in others. The kind of faith I had in my friends, my girlfriend, back in Memphis. 18, Baltimore. 21. 24. New York. 27. 30. 32. 34. 35 . . . and then, 37.
I had started a new job in downtown DC. An association. I wasn’t a week in when my boss said, “We’re going to meet with a couple of others about getting a book published. Don’t let them dump it on you.”
As it turns out, my partner on the project, Dorris, later suggested that she had been told by her supervisor to get me to handle it.
We completed the project.
Months later, when she submitted her resignation, I decided I would ask her out despite my being 13 years older. She said yes, and four years later, when I asked her to marry me, she said yes again.
I think back to that accident. Was it one?
I’ll Wait For You…
Nov 17
On November 23rd I was shot at 11:23am by the love of my life of 8 years.. The bullet went through my ear and I walked away with was just a broken jaw injury.. They charged him with attempted murder, (even though it was not intentional) and banned us from seeing each other while court was going on for a long time… (My situation was posted in the Daily Herald and Northwest Herald several times this year.)
3am baby
Nov 5
I was tired but couldn’t sleep. I crawl out of bed to smoke a cigarette. I realize that I don’t have any cigarettes left. I start calmly searching my empty packs. I light a couple long butts and breathe in the smoke. They don’t quench the nicotine need I have. I stare out one of the three windows that make up my largest wall daring myself to leave. I slip into my jeans and my old cowboy boots, no socks. Run a hand through my hair and head down the stairs. On my way out of the building I hold the door open for two very young, drunk scene kids who moved into the room above me. Without a thank you they push past me and stumble up the stairs falling over each other and laughing. I feel like an old man at 27. I stare down Washington st and start towards Colfax. It’s a walk I’ve made countless times. It takes me to the Denver public library where I spend my days reading and people watching. There is an all night bodega near Toms Diner where I can buy cigarettes; I just hope I have enough. I scrounged all the change I had left on my window ledge. I had been saving it for just such an emergency. Money is hard to find after rent is due. My useless Literature degree doesn’t help pay the bills. I wait for the light to change at the corner of Colfax and pearl reading the bill board. A prostitute walks behind me wearing a red bikini and fake mink coat. She’s black woman with a bad weave and red acrylic nails and missing a couple teeth. We are the only two people on the street. It’s unusual for Colfax to be this deserted, even for 3:30am on a Tuesday. She says to me in a very horse voice, ‘Hey baby, looking for something fun tonight? I can make you feel great.’
‘No, thanks’ I say back still waiting for the light to change.
She asks again ‘Baby, I can make you feel so good. Better than you’ve ever felt’
I smile and reply ‘no thanks.’ She smiles back and starts to fidget with her weave and stares down at her shoes. We walk slowly across the street; she keeps my lazy pace with me. Across the street she says again ‘Baby, tonight, I’m free. I will make you feel better than anyone else ever has; you look like you need it.’
I look at her for probably a beat too long and I say ‘No, but thanks.’ We walk our separate ways on Colfax, both taking a minute to look over our shoulders and glance at each other. We were the royalty of Colfax, owners of the endless neon street. We walk away, both smiling, knowing we gave each other exactly what we needed. She knew I needed to feel wanted and I knew she needed someone to tell her No.
Chronic Magnetism
Nov 4
I met a girl halfway through my junior year in high school, who I found myself drawn to, she had a rough personal life, and tons of negative history with her family. We found ourselves dating eventually, but she ended up getting taken away by the police because she refused to go back home with her grandparents. We lost contact. Out of the blue, two years later, I get mail, addressed from her. She was was living with a new guardian. I was involved with a girl at the time and even though I was drawn to be with the girl who I had found myself back in contact with, I couldn’t just leave my current girlfriend. A few weeks go by, lost contact. Soon me and current girlfriend break up. A void is left. Two months later girl gets ahold of me again, she has a boyfriend she calls her “angel.” I feel left behind. Weeks go by she tells me she wants me and that she would leave him for me, but I couldn’t. Lesson – Grasping at a fire drawn by a chronic magnetism, is like an addiction. When you’re addicted, you lose yourself. If it never seems to work learn to accept defeat and be able to know you tried. Sometimes people like that aren’t meant to be the one you’re to be with, but to be a lesson of self-control.
Finding the One
Nov 2
I applied to this college one month before the semester started and was officially accepted just a week before the start of classes. I drove up from TN to this small Bible School in Michigan, and that is where I met my husband. I was only coming for the semester to brush up on some things, and he was finished after that semester–only going to that school (He’s from AZ) to kill time until he could start at the school he really wanted to go to. I had just gotten over a bad relationship and didn’t want to date, and he had similar goals of just completing the year with no attachments. Started dating in April, we went back to our respective states in May, and didn’t really see each other too much until the wedding :)
