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one story one poem both from my friend (in spanish)

Thu, 18 May 2006 20:32:17 GMT

By: Pedro

Description: Titanicish
-El Trasatlántico-
de Pedro

Ya ha pasado mucho tiempo, pero en mi mente queda vivo el recuerdo, y ustedes serán dignos de escuchar una confesión de amor; ¿Saben lo que es el amor? Ya yo tenia diecinueve años, y había conocido el amor de mi vida, la luz de mis ojos, lo que me daba fuerzas para despertarme todos los días. Se llamaba Lucia, y tenia los ojos mas bellos que una mujer puede tener, era flaca, de tez blanca, y su cara, que se puede decir de su cara, era tan y tan bella... tan y tan inocente.
Una vez zarpo un gran barco de Londres, recuerdo como decían que era un barco burgués, de la gran burguesía de los principios del siglo 20. Mi madre perdió su amor, a causa del cáncer, ella deseaba lo mejor para mí y que el amor mío y de Lucia nunca muriera y de regalo de un año de novios nos regalo una estadía en el trasatlántico.
Llegamos allí, y todo era tan bello, todo era como de oro, todo era perfecto. Recuerdo, como la primera noche de nuestra estadía comimos en el restaurante mas caro, y luego de la comida, recuerdo, nos miramos, ella con sus ojos preciosos me miró, los dos nos deseábamos. Como jóvenes al fin, fuimos al rincón mas secreto del barco y nos sumergimos en besos.
Al día siguiente, deambulamos por todos los pasillos del barco, y miramos cada rostro de cada persona. Vimos una pareja, de alrededor 80 años, aguantados de mano, caminando sin rumbo, aguantados de mano, y mirándose. Recuerdo que la anciana miraba a su acompañante y lo besaba, y le decía cosas lindas al oído. Es cómico, como el amor actúa, y le dije a Lucia, en ese momento, que nosotros seriamos así;
Los dos ancianos se fueron de nuestra vista, y ahí nos quedamos nosotros, parados, pensando en el amor. En lo que nos esperaba.
Ya eran las 12, y todos en el barco estaban durmiendo, aunque recuerdo a una mujer, de unos 50 años caminar hacia su habitación, y ella, con su vestido rojo y sus enormes piezas de joyería que colgaban de sus orejas y cuello, nos dijo buenas noches, y siguió su rumbo.
En ese momento nos preguntamos ¿quien seria?, ¿Que hacia?, ¿Por que nos saludo?
Estuve platicando con Lucia varias horas... era increíble como podíamos sostener una conversación por tan largo tiempo.
Ya eran las 4:56am, y había un caos total en la embarcación, al parecer, un desperfecto mecánico había causado el comienzo del fin del barco.
Ya eran las 6:52am, y todos flotábamos en el mar, con nuestros chalecos salvavidas, y recuerdo nunca haber dejado a Lucia, ella y yo nos aguantamos uno del otro. Recuerdo ver a la distancia a los dos viejitos, ellos se abrazaban y se decían cuanto se querían, y recuerdo que los dos se besaban y sonreían mientras lloraban.
Recuerdo que hacia mucho frió, y recuerdo cuando Lucia me dijo “Solo prométeme que me recordaras... cuando pasen los años, prométeme que estarás ahí, para hablarme en la oscuridad, en la soledad”
Y en ese momento cerro sus ojos y la solté, y su cuerpo se fue flotando en el amanecer. Después de eso me quise morir, pero no pude, por amor a mi madre.
Ya han pasado 65 años del incidente, y todavía recuerdo a Lucia, mi único amor.
Pero dicen los pescadores, que cuando pasas por el lugar del hundimiento, se escucha la música clásica, y se ven los muertos bailar, vivir otra vez para desplegar sus magníficos trajes una vez mas...

~OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~

Porque el mundo es así
De: Pedro

El mundo es redondo y chiquito. Y hay batatas y mangos... duendes y princesas... Reyes y Reinas... Rosas y hamburguesas... Rodolfos y Ashleys... Adolfos y Millies... pero más que todo hay... grama violeta... sí... grama violeta. El cielo es flat como el counter de tu cocina, hay neveras en el cielo y ni pensar si hay caña de azúcar. También hay Bandas con corndogs y películas con subtítulos, guerras en el fango, conejos Rosado, vampiros, macheteros, republicanos, anormales, normales... y hay grama violeta.
Hay religiones y sectas, negros y mulatos... coloraos y orientales... chinos y japoneses.... Nerdos y cools, góticos y los otros, budistas y católicos, lideres y seguidores... hay de todo en este mundo... pero mas que todo hay grama violeta.
Hay americanos y franceses, argentinos y chilenos, dominicanos y puertorriqueños, alemanes y suizos, holandeses y suecos, finlandeses y noruegos, rusos y mongoles... hay de todo en este mundo, pero mas que todo hay grama violeta.

¡No seas tú la grama violeta!

10th grade

Thu, 18 May 2006 20:27:55 GMT

Description: Found in the internet

As I sat there in English class, I stared at
the girl next to me. She was my so-called "best friend".
I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she
didn't notice me like that. And I knew it. After class she
walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed
the day before, and I handed them to her. She said "thanks"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. .
11th Grade
The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to
come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did.
As I satnext to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she
was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three
bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I want to tell her I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. . .

12th Grade
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends," so we did.
Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just
friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. .
Graduation Day
A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. i wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in
her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a
kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. .
A Few Years Later
Now, i sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, "You came!." She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her. want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. .
Funeral

Years passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my "best friend." At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me .
I wish I did too . . . I thought to myself, and I cried. I hope you have learned the moral of this story. if you love somebody, tell them. or it might be too late. you'll never know so dont be shy.

By: Zack Kitsos

These following peices are written in spanish!!

Thu, 18 May 2006 20:24:33 GMT

A poem called memento i guess u know what its about
V.J.M.J.Ch. 22 Abril 2006
Memento

Si al ver, toda luz mia muriera a obscura tempestad
Y oscuridad no solo cubre la noche sino el alba
Y si talvez la lluvia no ah de parar,
mi alma se inunda de desgracias

Pero veo tras de tu ojos
que el sol sigue ardiendo
Y que la lluvia es solo
El espejo que sigue mintiendo

Aunque tu estes trizte
veo mi sonrisa
Bajo la mirada
Que esta mismo me grita

Que vengo a decirte
Que las flores siguen vivas
Y mismos ojos tambien brillan
Tras las miles de sonrisas

Que el mundo es de luz
aunque tu no me lo creas
que tus ojos dan esperanza
para amarte y ser amado

Que tus recuerdos quiero que sean los mios
Que tus sueños quiero vivir contigo
Y las penas llorarlas a gritos
Porque tu vida se ha hecho la mía

Y quiero que tu mires hacia alfrente
Pensando en cuando volveré
A ver el ser que eres hoy
Y realizar…

Que tus ojos brillan luz…

Descdription: A tiny story dedicated to fruits basket's foolish traveler

V.J.M.J.Ch.
El Humilde

Habia una vez un hombre con un corazón grande. El dedicaba su vida a la ayuda en las vidas de los demás. E iba a muchos lugares para extender su mision de amor a los demas. Pero todos los demas sabian de su humildad y se aprovechaban de esta. Se inventaban historias triztes para convencer a el hombre a dar de lo que el tenía

“Danos dinero para curar a nuestra hija que esta enferma.” “Danos ropa para cubrirnos en el invierno.” Y seguian inventadose histirias para quitarle lo que le pertenecía al hombre. Pero este solo les decía una cosa. “Te deseo Felicidad.” Y cuando daba la vuelta los demas respondian a susurros. “Que tonto!” “Se lo creyó!”. Esto suguió hasta que el hombre se quedo desnudo y murió.

Que crees tu? Enverdad crees que el fue tonto? Talvez el no se creía las historias, sino quiería felicidad para todaas las personas que encontraba. El les daria todo eso aunque no hayan hecho una historia, esto es porque el sabia que esto le serviría de algo. Enverdad fue tonto? El solo quería ver caras felices. De eso viene la frase “Te deseo felicidad.” Quien era mas tonto? Los que trataban de engañar a otros para ganarse objetos impuros. O el que lo da todo para enseñar el valor de la caridad? Talvez es este mismo sufrimiento el que sufrió Jesus o peor. El ser traicionado por las mismas personas que esperaste ver con sonrisas cuando les ofreciste tu ayuda.

Description about falling in love with unreality

V.J.M.J.Ch. lunes, marzo 27, 2006
Mi ojo derecho…

I. Con ella…

Con ella… La vida es rosa y el color cambia ella siempre viene con una sonrisa a volver a pintar mi mundo de un color hasta mas feliz que el rosa. Ella siempre trae la Felicidad siempre me desvía de la tristeza. Siempre, aunque este ausente, pues esta presente en mi corazón y solo el recuerdo de ella decir: “estas bien?” me trae una sonrisa.

Con ella… Se que no soy solo una persona que habita este mundo. Ella es mi mundo todo revuelve ante el que ella sea feliz. Pero ella ame hace realizar el mundo merece mi sonrisa. Y hago lo mejor que yo pueda para cambiar su mundo sin cambiar ningún aspecto de ella. Quiero que ella realice que ella es la reina de un reino que solo existe en mi corazón.

Con ella… Me siento como si pudiera caminar docientas millas, mover treinta montañas y escalar las estrellas hasta la luna. Con ella siento que puedo hacer todo. Pues ella es mi vida, tengo tanta fe en ella, que la muerte no se atreve a separarnos. Yo se que soy capaz de cualquier cosa desde que vi que ella es capaz de amarme hasta los momentos cuando yo le grito.

Con ella… Me siento en paz, la ciudad bloqueada de edificios creados solo por la avaricia humana en un instante se hace en el tope de una montaña, la orilla del mar en el atardecer o solo una pradera lejos de la ciudad, solo por que ella me coja la mano, su piel, sus dedos me llevan a un mundo lejos de aquí. Es ella la que me trae paz.
Con ella… La vida se convierte desde sobrevivir hasta vivir por ella, Ella me dio una razón para vivir. Pues con ella la vida ES ella y la vida soy yo.

Con ella… se amar, se callar, y se hablar. Con ella se llorar y se sonreír, se mirar, se observar. Se lo que es amar, y lo que es querer. Con ella se la diferencia entre la brisa y el viento, el fuego en las pistolas y el que ella usa para cocinar, El agua del río y el agua potable, la tierra donde nací, y la tierra con abono. Con ella se que es vida, ella es vida.

II. Por ella

Por ella… Yo lloraría miles de lagrimas, ambas de felicidad y de tristeza. Yo siento lo que ella siente entre la tristeza hasta el amor. La tormenta y lo soleado. Ella y yo compartimos el mismo corazón, los mismos sentimientos, la misma dedicación a la felicidad de cada uno de nosotros. Y sabemos que las lagrimas saladas se vuelven dulces solo por ver los ojos al otro.

Por ella… yo vivo, ella es mi vida, ella es la que me saco de la obscuridad y me dio un sentido en la vida. Si la vida es sin ella no es vida si la vida es triste es porque ella no esta ahí y si la vida desaparece es porque ella te esta esperando en el cielo. Su mirada Me da vida y las ganas de vivir.

Por ella… yo muero, Ella es la que me de una definición de la vida. Ella es el lucero en mis sueños que todos los que yo conocia decian que era ficticio. Y si ese lucero pasaria por el riesgo de perder su chispa de luz y esfumarse. Prefiero morir que dejar una lus tan grande desvancer de este mundo.

Por ella… es que no nesecito un diccionario para definir la vida. Ella me enseña que los errores son maestros. Me enseña que detrás de cualquier lagrima que yo derrame hay una enseñanza, una moraleja. Y que detrás de una sonrisa hay un alma, un sueño. Pero si un dia esta filosofia se desvaneciera, mi corazon pararia de later.

III. Pero…

Llego el día que le quise anunciar a mi padre que yo quería casarme. Y le dije yo con ojos llenos de esperanza.
“Padre, Yo y ella nos queremos casar” en el primer dia que lo visité en los ultimos meses.
“Ah si tu hablas de esa mujer que tu me has hablado en cartas. La de ojos azules como el mar, pero marrones como la tierra”
“Y verdes como un bosque.”
“si…” El dijo con cara de confundido.
“Tu hablas de la de pelo rubio como los rayos del sol?”
“Si, la de pelo marron que levemente flota al chocar con la brisa y pelo negro lacio como los petalos de una flor.” Dije yo para añadir.
“Hijo me estas confudiendo” el me dijo “O es rubio os de pelo negro” “de ojos verdes o azules?”
Yo pause un momento y dije: “Por que te interesa? El amor no tiene forma ni color, creo que esto es lo único que se deber considerar si me quiero casar.
“Pues donde ella esta?” pregunto mi papa
“Ella esta detrás de ti…”
el rapida mente se viró y miro a ambos lados, insatisfecho me miróy me dijo: “En serio hijo, donde esta?”
Yo la mire en los ojos y le dije: “Detraz tuyo” El volvio a mirar rapidamente y se enfogonó.
“Donde!” Parece que mi padre de veras no la veía pero yo si la veo. Me acerque a ella y le agarre la mano el me miró insatisfecho se tranquilizó y respiro lentamente.
“Deveras ella esta ahí?”
“SI” yo dije.

Se sentó y me dijo: “No me siento bien hoy, podras venir mañana?”
“Si” Yo respondí.
Al salir el cogio el telefono y yo cerré la puerta.

IV. La Verdad

Volví el otro dia con una mujer en la sala sonriendo con unos papeles. Mi papa me dio que era una amiga de el que quería hablar conmigo pero pude ver facilmente que ella era psicologa. Me sente con ella y ella le dijo a mi padre que se valla. Y me pregunto por mi nombre y me dio la mano, me preguntó donde estaba mi futura esposa yo señale hacia donde ella estaba y la señora la saludo desde lejos. Me preguntó sobre quien soy, que haria por ella, que soy capaz de hacer con ella y quien soy sin ella. Hasta depues de unos minutos ella salio del cuarto con unas lágrimas. Y cerré la puerta hasta donde estaba mi papa. Pero no completa y pude oír un poco de la conversación.
“Que pasa mi hijo se ha vuelto loco?!”
Ella sonrio y dijo: “No”
Mi padre paró y la miro: “Que qué? Como que el no esta loco esta tratando de decirme que se quiere casar con alguien que no existe!”
“Como sabes que ella no existe?”
“Como que como yo se si ella no existe? Pues claro tu la vez?”
“No” ella dijo cabizbaja
“Ah pues!”
“Pero no has considerado el factor de que el puede ver algo que sí existe pero nosotros no?”
“Eso es absurdo!” el dijo gritando
“Ella puede ser cualquier cosa, ella es el amor, la felicidad, la vida, la patria o hasta un fantasma.”
“No me digas que ahora la psicologa necesita ayuda psicológica.”
“No… no yo… si no el padre de un hijo que no quiere aceptarlo en su forma que es, un padre que quiere que su hijo no sienta amor por algo que tu nunca haz sentido amor.”
El se enfogonó mas que nunca.
“SALTE! Si viniste aquí a llamarme loco pues mas vale que te vallas!”
“Yo vine a probar que tu hijo es loco, pero la verdad siempre se revela.”
Con estas ultimas palabras ella se fue de la casa.
Mi padre pateo la puerta y fue directamente a mi
“Tu sabes muy bien que ella no existe!”
“Ella si existe!”
“No, NO voy a aceptar tener un hijo defectuoso!”
“El unico aquí con defectos eres tu padre!”
“No, Deveras tu crees en esa mujer?”
“Si padre, y si ella no existiera todavia la amaría”
“Porque creer una mentira, una ficticia, un embuste?!”
“Porque ese esa mentira la que me da la esperanzas de vivir la que me enseña a vivir y la que verdaderamente me acepta. Ella estuvo en mis momentos mas triztes de mi vida, y tu donde estabas? En la barra? Elle me siguio amando hasta cuando la insulté la ataque y la mate con mis palabras. Y tu todavia me amas? Aunque ella no exista el sentimiento que me de cuandoi estoy con ella es real no importa lo que tu digas!”
Mi padre se volvió rojo con íra y cogio la bola de cristal que decoraba el cuarto y la tiro contra el piso, el cristal salpicó atravez del piso y me corto el; ojo derecho. La sangre salpicó en el piso. Y mi padre me miro. Se quedo mirandome, sus piernas se debilitaron en lo que me oía contener mis lagrimas para no traer tristesa a ella pero ella ya se traumatizo. El me miro y me vio mirandola dirctamente a los ojos. Final mente mi padre vio a mi esposa.

El me miro.
“Estas bien?…Perdón…Hijo!…Hijo estas bien!?”
Me decia en lo que me miraba, y ella se quedaba en un rincon llorando.
“Es tu culpa!” dijo mi padre apuntando hacia ella. “Si mi hijo muere es tu culpa! Si te hubieras aparecido ante mi antes nada de esto hubiera pasado.”
Ella se quedo llorando “NO…no lo es…” ella repetia en voz baja.
Y ella me acompaño al hospital y se quedo dia y noche sin comer al lado mio esperando para que me recupere. No he muerto, claro, pero soy ciego por mi ojo derecho. Ella se fue del hospital el dia que yo me desperté. Yo al salir la busqué, Pero cada ves que la miraba ella me miraba al ojo ciego y se repetia que no era su culpa.

Hoy hable con mi papa, cuando le dije mi situación el sonrió y me dijo: “Ella cada vez que te ve, se da cuenta de su error, solo hay una forma para que ella sea feliz.”
“QUE!?” yo dije instantaneamente
“Olvidarte que ella existió, solo asi ella se olvidará de ti y sera feliz.”
Amor verdadero es cuando tu eres capaz de nunca ver a esa persona para que esta sea feliz. Ya no la veo, solo por pensar que ella no existe, pero el amor que yo tuve por ella nunca desaparece, No es que me arrepiento de haberla conocido, si eso sería verdad, como es que cada vez que cierro mi ojo izquierdo la veo sonriendo diciendome que siga viviendo.

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Este cuento es dedicado a todos mis ojos derechos, Personas que no importa cuantas cosas malas me pasan, aunque sea mentira, me traen esperanzas recordandome de los dias anteriores

~OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~

Description:It talks about 5 diferent types of personalityand compares them with flowers

V.J.M.J.Ch. 6 abril 2006

5 flores

Cinco flores, Cinco soles
Cinco sueños, con su dueño
Buscan el sol, el agua y el viento…
O se basa en lo que yo siento

Que es lo que siento?
Eso solo lo se yo
Y pues claro, el viento
Solo el sabe lo que siento

Pero yo te diré
Y no te miento
Que de cinco flores
Hay cinco sentimientos

Se siembran las semillas
Y nacen las margaritas
Y porque ellas nacerán?
Pues para contar el tiempo

Con cada pétalo. Para contar el tiempo
Para contar las veces de duda que yo siento
Para dar a una enamorada o un enamorado
El amor o Un “lo siento”

Pero sobre las margaritas
Hay una flor cerrada
No vive tan amontonada
De pétalos rojos, sin tinte manada

El lirio de araña
No trae malas mañas
Nace en tiempo de muerte
Pero con el grupo se siente
Lo que ella nunca miente

Pero esta no busca el sol
Y la araña no encuentra la luz
No como el girasol
Tan fino como el mármol

Y cualquiera diría
Que el girasol, nadie la mira
Y que te rechaza por la luz del sol
Pero si tu vieras como ella gira
Veras que al anochecer
Esta cambia de ser

Esta busca un lucero
Con tanto esmero
De que alguien entendiera
Como ella luciera

Y no te olvides la flor más bella
Que empieza verde y fea
Y la rechazas en una esquina
Pero depues se vuelve roja
Y crecen espinas

Y de la flor que rechasaste
Se hizo una rosa
Hay! Que cosa
Que cuando ahora la tocas
Sangre roja tus gotas
Por el rechazo de esa flora

Cinco flores, cinco soles
Esto es solo lo que yo siento
Y lo que me ha dicho el viento
Y tu? Que tu ves en tus flores?

Que no vez nada?
Y en esa sala?
No vez nada?
Mirala creciendo y siendo

Que no la vez?
Ah ya entiendo
Y me sigo riendo
Esa.. flor sigue siendo?

O te olvidaste.
Que ese sol sigue siendo
Tu de esa flor que estas viendo
Y te digo riendo
Quien te dijo que ella es flor?
No, ella es sol, agua y viento
Y que flor, tu sigues siendo.

Please say forever

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 11:54:29 GMT

Category:Song
Genre: Romantic
Description: For all those people that love someone but can't get them

In a normal day of summer
We forgot that school existed
We watch the sun go up and down everyday

I speak to you in private
You say you need a moment
But sometimes that just seems like an eternity
And I know life is not easy
But thats why im here, being next to you
Just so you can tell me you’re feelings
And ill always be
Its a beauty really

You’re voice whenever
It takes me high
I love you, you should have known
I wish to be here right by you’re side
In the good times and the bads

You say whatever
It makes me cry
I wish u would understand
That all i dream to hear you say
When i say: “do you love me?”
Please say: “forever”

In a lonely day in winter
We prepare for christmas morning
We have a casual visit, in that snowy day

When You asked me what do I whant.
I think: “All i want is you here”
But what comes out of my mouth is “there is no need”

You tell me I am you’re best friend
And that makes me smile, and it makes me cry
I want this to go on further
But its impossible
Its a beauty really

Please listen to my voice
U might see...

Here and then, there and now

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 02:22:37 GMT

Type: Story
Genre: Romance, realistic
Description: based on the real story of my friend, He wrote it I edited it.

Here and then, there and now
By: Andy
Edited by: Yuishi
First chapter: Door to begginings
It was late at night and I was talking to my friend Manny in MSN messenger, that day is the day I think I regret or am very fond of:
Manny: Yo Jay.
Jay: Sup?
Manny: I want you to meet someone.
Jay: Huh?
(Carol added to the conversation)
Manny: Hey Carol.
Jay: who is Carol?
Manny: friend of mine.
Jay: oh ok. Hey!
Carol: hi.
Jay: how are you?
Carol: good, so, you and manny here are in the same class?
Manny: yeah and we fool around all the time don’t we Jay?
Carol: oh god…
Manny: ill leave you two lovebirds alone
(manny left the conversation)
Jay: so… how old are you?
Carol: 16 years old
Jay: hey same here.
Carol: So what high school do you attend?
Jay: heart and cross school
Carol: oh how nice. I attend Saint Jacob’s
Jay: nice, nice.
A few days passed and I still had no interest whatsoever towards her… Even so… our minds would still wonder when one or the other would log on, it was love nor good friendship it was… casual stranger conversation.
Carol: hi again.
Jay: hey, what’s up?
Carol: nothing much. I’m just studying for the final exams.
Jay: oh I get excused off some.
Carol: how nice.
Jay: do you get excused off some?
Carol: just one…
Jay: I think me too, I got to go talk another day ok? Bye
Carol: bye.
A few weeks passed and I still wasn’t interested in her… actually I forgot about her with all the things in my mind. There was no time to think of her when I had so much to do, after all its not like a REALLY knew her or anything.
Jay: hey.
Carol: hey
Jay: Who are you?
Carol: don’t you remember me?
Jay: no…
Carol: Manny’s friend?
Jay: OH ok now I remember. Carol right?
Carol: yeah, so what’s up with you?
Jay: not much it’s my dad’s birthday
Carol: oh how nice, wish him a happy birthday from my part.
Jay: will do. Hey u want me to call you sometime?
Carol: sure id love to. Because Carol gave me her number I called her the next day:
Jay: Good afternoon is Carol there?
Carol: who is it?
Jay: its Jay.
Carol: Oh Jay its Carol how are you?
Jay: I’m fine how about you?
Carol: I’m ok I guess
Jay: you cant assume that you feel well. You got to say yes or no.
Carol: yeah.
Jay: so what type of music do u like?
Carol: rock, punk everything rock I guess exept death metal.
Jay: hey me too!
Carol: we have something in common then.
We kept talking every single day about absolutely everything, hours and hours just talking about absolutely nothing, yet everything. (I beginning to have some interest in her while we talked as if I had found a part of me I had lost) I just loved talking to her all the time went fast as a speeding train.
Jay: hey you want to come to my baby sister’s birthday?
Carol: sure, I’d love to.
Jay: great!
The next couple of days kept going as all the days had passed: fast but meaningful. I just loved every time I talked to her, it felt great having a person that really understood me and showed affection for me. I’m not going to lie about this but since that day I met her I felt a strange sensation that this would be it, I made false illusions about her and how she and I would be more than friends sometime I said in my mind. Its weird how a person you meet in a chatroom could soon turn into the person that brings me happines in presence and tears me apart in absence.

Second chapter: Fated Reuinion

When the day came, I saw her and stayed in shock, “SHE’S BEAUTIFUL” I said in my mind, but I couldn’t tell her that, no way. “Oh god she’s the perfect combination”: beauty and kindness, I considered myself lucky…

Jay: hey Carol(I had a BIG smile on my face), nice to see you.
Carol: you too Jay.(she smiled back shyly)
I acted shyly too in this “date” as if I didn’t even know her I just made her laugh with a couple of jokes and the rest was history. In that moment I was with my best friend Jack who also like me liked Carol… he made her laugh and was not shy like me. When the date was over I talked about her with Jack.
Jack: nice girl u got there.
Jay: yeah I noticed( I blushed)

The next day all she did was talk about how she had a good time with us but with Jack in specific.

Carol: hey Jay
Jay: hey Carol
Carol: Ha-ha I still remember Jack’s face when he said the stuff about the samurais.
Jay: hehe he’s like that sometimes
Carol: I noticed
Jay: you haven’t seen anything yet.
The next couple of days she only talked about how funny Jack was and I was starting to get annoyed by it. So I’m starting to become suspicious about Carol liking Jack. The next couple of days I was trying to flirt with her. She wasn’t calling me that much, I was a little bit more calm about the Jack theme. We went out a couple of times more and I really enjoyed being with her. It was as if I could reach the stars when I was with her. As if I coud finaly find someone that could make me fly. Yet it was never an adequate time to confess. Good thing valentines day was just around the corner.

Third chapter: Between love and friendship

Yes, Valentines Day is next Friday! Now what should I get Carol? I asked myself. Should I go with a giant box of chocolate and a giant teddy bear or a little box of chocolates and a medium size teddy bear? It had to be the best. Either way I think she is going to like it. I long awaited the day that I would express my feelings towards her. Each secon was a minute, each minute an hour, each hour a day, and each day an eternity. I was really scared of what she would say when I told her. Is she going to feel the same way? Or is she going to reject me? I really had a dilemma on this.
Friday is finaly here!
Jay: OH MY GOD what am I going to wear? Is my breath ok? Is my hair ok? How so I look?-I asked my friend Nick-
Nick: relax buddy its just a valentines da…
Jay: its not just a valentines date Nick, I’m going to tell her how I feel tonight.
Nick oh I thought so, coming from you at least… just wait and see its better that way
Jay: you know best, I hope. (I was now officially worried of what she would think)
Nick: relax (he said in a relaxed voice)everything will be fine.
Jay: well im going, see ya Nick!
Nick: you’re forgetting the gifts…
Jay: oopsie hehehe I’m such a screw up…
Nick: its ok, I guess… see ya
Jay: right, bye!
I rushed off to pick her up to be in time for the date. I felt my heart was gonna come right out. But I remembered the words of my friend Nick: “Just wait and see”. I couldn’t wait. When she got on the car my heart almost burst out from excitement. I had to control myself, I cant believe it I was sweating in this cold, air conditioned place. Think of how nervous I was that when she talked to me I froze. We went out to dinner and a movie but I couldn’t talk to her I didn’t know what my problem was, I knew I had to do it sooner or later. I just had butterflies in my stomach. When she talked to me she said:
Carol: hey what’s up with you tonight?
Jay: n..nothing, why do you ask?
Carol: you seem tense.* (in a sweet flirty voice)are you hiding something from me
Jay: maybe (you would probably know that I was about to run away screaming) come with me.
Then I gave her the white teddy bear and a heart-shaped box of chocolates, also I gave her this card that showed my feelings. I told her my feelings anyway but the card showed them in a written more symbolical way. She was in shock, I think she really liked it, that’s how it would seem when you saw he like that and all, or atleast I thought.
When I saw her the next day she told me this, I’m never going to forget those words:
Carol: hey Jay
Jay: hey carol how are you
Carol: I’m good, I wanted to tell you something, Jay, give time it’s time you never know what will happen, but most importantly never lose hope.
You realize just how crushed I was at that moment but that’s not the last youre gonna hear from her or else, that same night she called me:
Carol: Jay I have to tell you something
Jay: huh?
Carol: its about you and me.
Jay: huh? What is it?
Carol: I think that you are so, so sweet and are a really good guy
Jay: but you like Jack don’t you?
Carol: how did you…
Jay: I kind of noticed, it was hard not to
Carol: did I give it away that easily?
Jay: that’s not it; it’s just that these couple of days you’ve preferred talking to Jack tha to me.
Carol: Do you hate me
Jay: NO I wouldn’t hate you for anything you have done
Carol: I’m sure you hate Jack
Jay: what kind of lowlife do you think I am Carol? Jack is my best friend I wouldn’t hate him for anything.
Carol: don’t cry Jay you never know what life throws your way…(I wasn’t crying)
Jay: I’m not crying, I’m happy that what I am
Carol: why would you say something like that?
Jay: my best friend is with the girl of my dreams. What else could I hope for?
Carol: you’re a great guy Jay, you know that?
Jay: im not a great guy, I just know how to handle this type of situations perfectly! Well I got to call Jack now to see how he’s doing
Carol: you’re not going to kill him are you?
Jay: NO, what kind of friend do you think I am?
When I called Jack he answered and I pacifically threw the towel and congratulated him he just said:
Jack: I want to know something, do you hate me?
Jay: NO man I would never do such a thing.
Jack: phew that was close.
Jay: do you think I’m going to lose it over a girl?
Jack: I dunno maybe…
Jay: maybe not man. I mean, you deserve her, I would just be in the way.
Jack: you know its not like that.
Jay: I just want to know why you said that I was going to hate you?
Jack: it was just because loce make you do crazy things…
Jay: I would never do such a thing.
This conversation went on through the whole night. I was not angry at Jack, I just was happy that it was him and not another guy that doesn’t deserve her. I mean, the girl of my dreams is with my best friend, how happier can that make me? What more could I ask for? These were ofcourse… naïve feelings.
A couple of days later I started realizing the anger I had towards the situation. Even if it didn’t show in my mind I was thinking thoughts about hurting Jack. I didn’t want to think about it but I just did, It slowly took over my mind, I felt as low as dirt those days. Luckily Carol invited me to her house to a get-together; a guy and Jack was there also which sucked because I wanted to talk to carol in private. In that get-together I realized how much she liked Jack and how she looked at him. Jack was still my best friend after all so he told me that he was jealous of the guy because Carol was talking to him. I felt a little jealousy too, I mean it was just sick to see Carol play like that with Jack’s feelings (which we thought was like that) and mine. I could describe how she looked that day. She looked hot as hell. I’ve never seen such a good looking girl like her but I didn’t know her like that, I know her as a good girl that doesn’t dress like a whore, just another girl. I though she really wasn’t like that. I felt once again like dirt, only this time Jack was right there with me.
Jack: Jay, I know you don’t like to talk about the subject but do you think Carol really likes me?
Jay: I’m sure of it. Don’t worry, everything’s fine (I looked at him with a face of concern)
Jack: I know man I like her a lot but I’m jealous of that guy.
Jay: me too.
Jack: well dude. I can’t be like that.
Jay: you’re damn right you can’t!
Jack: I think you’re right.
Jay: well see you man.
Jack: yeah bye.
The next couple of days I couldn’t keep out of my mind the thought that Jck and I would have this fight, I even dreamed of it, oh my god the fight was really like a movie, with special effects and all. I always talked to my friend Zak about this kind of stuff since he is so philosophical.
Zak: hey Jay
Jay: hey
Zak: so man whats up with your life, why are you so down?
Jay: I don’t know man, its this girl. Her names Carol
Zak: girl trouble heh? Tell me about her, what is she like
Jay: she has the perfect combination; nice and cute.
Zak: oh good
Jay: but there s this problem.
Zak: what is it?
Jay: I went with her on a date on valentines and she rejected me for proposing to her to be more than friends, I really loved her man I really did.
Zak: dude, you’re putting yourself in a situation that’s real bad
Jay: you don’t understand; she left me to be with jack.

Fourth chapter:Words of Faith

I told Zak everything and he responded to me with this:
Zak: I’m going to read you you’re iching.
Jay: I’ve heard of this before.
Zak: im gonna pick a card for you: it says that: a mount covered with mist Mountain taken away by the wind all the old dead leaves will be swept aeway by the wind thus makes new mountain Its meaning in ur case When you see her dont see the love of you're life see a nice girl u used to love if you keep loving her there is the chance she will make trees blossom in ur mountain but its higly impossible for there is another one ( apine tree in winter) that will soon blossom and even if u don’t notice sooner or later the other tree will be swept away by hurricanes and such dedication... that’s a nice future yet kind of sad at first
Jay: oh
Zak: u dint understand did u?
Jay: what all this means is that i should forget her and move on?
Zak: It means that even if she falls in love with you Winter will come and even the happiest moments will fade away in time she will forget the time you shared with her and soon forget why she would love u anyways soon there will be someone who will plant a pine tree ( an ever green tree that will survive the winter) and before you know it u forgot why you used to love Carol its teenage love I guess
Jay: alright man thanks for everything, now I know why I admire you so much, you are the only one that can understand fully my feelings. Thanks Zak.
Zak: no problem man, that’s what friends are for.
Jay: I had a dream man, it was horrible I dreamt about Jack and me fighting.
Zak: you’re letting your envy lead you to hatred towards Jack man lighten up.
Jay: I should…
Zak: still, there will be a fight.
Jay: what the?
Zak: dream telling sometimes tells us what’s going to happen. I’m not saying there will be a fist fight, maybe an ideological fight.
Jay: THE ANTICRIST IS COMING!!!! OH MY GOD!!!
Zak: don’t worry dude, everything’s fine.
Jay: I don’t want to fight Jack!
Zak: you won’t. Just keep your guard up. As long as you aknowledge you’re friendship, you won’t
Jay: will do man; well see ya im going now.
Zak: you’re ok with all this about Jack and carol?
Jay: yeah why not man I mean, he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be happier!
Zak: (that’s what you think)
Jay: what you say?
Zak nothing
I was walking to my house when all of the sudden I realize how much time I lost trying to be with Carol but just when I thought of that I thought that she is my best friend and that Jack is too and they deserve each other. I cant change that for nothing in the world. I hope Jack doesn’t screw up as I did.
Days go by and I’m still here without her. Thinking of the day I would be really happy, the day that I can make someone else happy with my presence. I always think of that day I met her and how my life changed. I used to be a perverted hermit until I started realizing life from a girl’s point of view. How one person had the power over me to change how I thought and make me a better person. That’s why I’ll never forget her. No way, there’s no way of making me forget her. She had already turned into a part of me.

Fifth chapter: Here and then, there and now

I can assume everything’s fine while I’m giving Jack tips on Carol since I am her best friend. But no Jack is such an IDIOT to pull something like that off, that night while we were talking he was very impatient. He was confused by jealousy, making him very impatient and blind. He lied to her making up words she hasn’t said. The next day at school I was casually informed by Jack that she was angry at him and I just told him:
Jay: dude she looks really angry at you, what’d you do this time?
Jack: well, I was impatient because she never told me whether she liked me or not so I told her that she didn’t like me anymore and stuff like that and now she says that I lied to her and now she’s mad at me.
In this moment I felt sad for Jack but felt a little part of me shouting “GLORY” and “VICTORY”. When I heard that voice inside me calling victory I felt ashamed, ashamed of “what a great friend I am”, leaving Jack like that with Carol.
That night, my phone rang and I answered; it was Jack and he put me on Carol’s line with him, I was quiet as a mouse hearing them argue, in some point Jack came out bluffing and making Carol look bad so I had to defend her because I was sick of the lies around me, I had to face my best friend to protect the girl I loved still. The argument kept on for like an hour but then all was cleared up and Jack had to gain Carol’s trust knowing that nothing would happen between them. Jack wasn’t crushed or showed any affection for it but I know that inside his heart a dream died just as in mine a dream also died when I first received the news. I’m happy that we are still friends, all of us. To my surprise Jack told me about how he wanted to go back and redo what he did wrong, I told him the exact same words once. I just never saw this side of Jack before; he is now more serious and almost never smiles. Carol is now just like always happy-go-lucky and friendly but is now a bit less talkative with me, I wonder why? At least Carol Jack and I are still buddies. I will never forget those moments I shared with her and that song I dedicated her that said: “When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained but darlin' when I hold you don't you know I feel the same, so if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain
or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain.”

Maybe one day… Shell remember me… I wish… ill never forget her, I wish she never forgets me not now not ever. As long as im in her mind, and as long as she knows I can catch her if she ever falls, im happy. I just whant to see her happy. And if those memories ever fade away… and if I ever get hurt,,, I whant it to be in her hands.

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“This story was made in the honor of my best friends Sally and Luis and to all the ones who helped me through my situation these couple of months

Caduceus and Cross

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 01:58:14 GMT

Type: Story
Genre: Romance
Description: Its a romance story of two universitary students that fall an love and this love takes more than even death itself to separate. Read as u travel a worl where there is no phisical atraccion, instead the heart is what matters, a world of dreams and hope.

P.J.M.J.G. December 10 2005
The Caduceus and The Cross-

Chapter I- the kind and the lonely

It was in spring I was a junior the Cardiff University. She was a sophomore. I was talking with my friend John:
“Hey Derek check that girl out she’s hot. I wouldn’t mind paying her a visit”
“Dude I told you im not that type of person”
“I think you’re too emotional I mean if u still got a man in you, you will go there and talk to her”
John kept pushing me on into having a girlfriend but I wasn’t interested at the time.
Actually… John is a good guy though he’s just well normal most boys at this age must have already had a girlfriend. The bell rang just in time.
“Hah saved by the bell!”
“Really dude im doing you a favor, you’re lucky you have me.”
“Yeah sure of course I am”
After some lectures on simple anatomy class had ended. That’s when our fates collided. There would always be a girl in front of the school she had brown long hair, green eyes, and pale skin and would wear long skirts. Reading a different book each day. I never tried to approach her she seemed lonely though I never saw her talking with friends. Even though lonely she looked peaceful. Like an angel. You never saw her troubled she always smiling even when someone told me her brother had died. Some say she keeps all her troubles to herself so she doesn’t hurt others.
“Hey I dint think you were the cute type!” said John
“Hey, What are you talking about? I don’t like her!”
“Sure you don’t.”
“No I was just looking at her.”
“Come on lets go talk to her.”
“No… wait…”
John pulled me to her and she kept on reading as if I wasn’t there. John cleared he’s throat and said:
“Excuse me lady but my friend here has been urging to tell you something”
“Yeah well uuum… my… uuumm…I… I gotta go”
I ran. Boy I must’ve seemed like a complete idiot.
“John you Idiot!”
“Hey its not my fault you have issues with talking to girls!”
“I told you not to take me.”
“Well how else would you actually get a girlfriend, you should be thanking me”
“Whatever just leave me alone”
I went back to my room. And just lay on the bed thinking of what happened that day. A scream was heard from the laundry room. It sounded like someone was shot. I ran down to check on the situation and there she was lying on the floor still and scared.
“What’s wrong!”
“CO…co…COCKROACH!!!
I laughed… she was embarrassed
“Whatever just kill the icky thing”
“God and I thought you were shot”
I grabbed my shoe and squished the cockroach with it.
“Sorry for worrying you I just have this huge fear of insects”
“No prob!”
I smiled while blushing and with nothing to say I slowly paced towards the exit.
“UUUmmm…” she said shyly
“Yeah?” I said scratching the back of my head while blushing
“I’ve never done laundry in my life… could you uuum?”
“Well yeah sure…” I was still blushing I guess a conversation is a conversation
I explained to her how to do the laundry and did hers at the same time soon after we were having a casual conversation. She told me she wanted to be a nurse and that she loved reading romance novels and books based on Christianity.”
“Heh what have you been doing on your freshman days were your clothes ever cleaned?”
“Well my roommate would do it but now she told me that now shed wash the dishes and now I do the laundry.”
“Ha-ha… that sounds kind of organized, my roommate is actually lazy so it’s up to me to actually do everything”
“Well I have to go, Nice to meet you Mr.Derek”
I hesitated
“UMM…SCUSE ME.”
“Hmm?” she turned
“Would you like TO GO EAT TOMMOROW AT THAT tea RESTAURANT ACROSS THE STREET!!!”
I practically screamed it
She laughed and said:
“Of course, see ya”

Chapter 2- the lovesick and the friend

I woke up early that day and waited next to the clock I would try to entertain myself to pass the time but it would happen ten minutes seemed like a lifetime. I made sure I was well dressed completely clean from head to toe. And got perfumed (believe me that’s rare) and rehearsed my lines in the mirror.

It was finally time to go I picked up my jacket and opened my door…
“Hey were ya going?” said John (my roommate) as he was opening a beer he would keep in his little fridge.
“The restaurant down the street”
“Oh you mean Zen blossom? Wait for me” he said as he ran to his shoes.
“No dude I want to be alone.” I had to say that or else he would let me out of the fact that Im on a date
“But you told me you never like to be alone…”
“Well now I do”
“Oh my god could it be… have you found a new best friend… tell me the truth…”
“No that’s not it I want to be alone!” I slammed the door yet this made John even more curious
“Seriously tell me!”
“Its none of you’re business.”
Suddenly she appeared going out her door.
“Oh… hi… I was just about to meet you there…”
John looked at me with a weird smile and paced back in the apartment. That sure was annoying I thought of how he would bother me when I came back.
I looked at her. She was right next to me and looked at me with questioned eyes.
“Who’s he?”
“Oh that’s just John, my roommate, maybe you’ll meet him sometime. He’s kinda weird but once you get to meet him he’s kind of nice.”
“Oh well unlike my roommate… she’s kind of depressive.”
“Oh well let’s go before the restaurant gets full.”
“Yeah I was thinking what type of tea to get I love tea above all.”
“Yeah me too that’s why I asked you to come”
She grabbed my hand and I blushed. She pulled me straight towards the exit.
We got there and I grabbed the chair and pushed it against her back. She sat down and covered her face with the menu.
“What are you gonna get?” she asked
“Me? Im planning to get spearmint tea”
“Oh I’ve never tried that… im getting chamomile it’s my favorite”
“Ugh I don’t like that one… Its too bitter”
“Well I’ve been drinking the same tea my whole life and I like it.”
“You should try spearmint too… or lemon.”
“Well maybe I should you know… everyone needs varieties!”
“Ill try the special”
We ordered when the waiter came. And we started speaking about everyday issues.
“Oh my God you do karate?”
“Yeah its not such a big deal though.”
“I’ve always wanted to have aikido but my mom wouldn’t let me.”
“Yeah its pretty interesting.”
The conversation surged from karate to teacher and we definitely got to know each other. Suddenly we ran out of themes to talk about. It was just silent… She would look around and I would stare at my lap.
“Uummm…I… forget it…” I had to say something but I just couldn’t say I loved her I myself wasn’t sure if I was.
“Derek… I must admit, never in my life have I spoken to someone and have so much fun you make me feel happy and well… You’re a good friend…” the waiter gave us tea and then we drank it and said goodbye.
Then I came back home where John was waiting drinking the beer he left open earlier.
“Hey, dude how was the girl?”
“Shut up”
“I never thought you had a girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
“Then what is she?”
“Just a girl-friend”
“Do you like her?”
I blushed.
“What are you talking about stop it!”
“You like her don’t you”
“Well... kinda”
“What do you mean kinda?! Its either yes or no”
“I don’t know!”
“God… you don’t know?”
“No, ok now stop”
I went to my bed and put myself to sleep. I woke up at night and went out. I stared at her window and there was a girl crying…
“Is she ok? Well she did say that she had a depressive roommate could that be her… I tried to forget that image but I couldn’t it gave me something to think about that night.
I woke up the next day

Chapter 3- the doubtfull and the saddened

It was another day in school. I could get my eyes off her I would wonder if this were love or just a physical attraction. Even though I’d never give in to these type of attractions I would still ask myself I mean every boy has to have some of it don’t they? I would look at her from class to class wondering what’s she thinking or what is she doing. Luckily I had John to wake me up from daydreams I had from time to time. But then he would look at me weirdly and say:
“You like her don’t you?”
I would just look down and pay attention to the teacher just so he wouldn’t keep on with the same theme. She always had a silent aura around her she never seemed to speak in class hours. She told me she was from the literature club… maybe I should visit it sometime yeah… maybe I will,
I paid a visit to the club as soon as class started it wasn’t what I thought it would be they were very complicated books on how humanity works. Every time I had to read I got lost in the way of so many letters she would giggle and correct me. After I came out of the room a girl named Sarah came to me. She had black hair and had brown eyes, she looked kind of boring and serious there was an empty air around her.
“Is it true you’re going out with Hannah?”
“Ummm... what?”
“Hannah told me you were going out with her”
“Really…?”I blushed again
“Yeah God you’re clueless I mean if you’re going to be her boyfriend you should atleast pretend you’re going out with her.”
“Oh… sorry but I thought we were just friends”
“She is pretty naïve and stupid I don’t get why anyone would like her”
“Really… what’s wrong?”
“None of you’re business”
“Wait... I want to know”
“I told you its none of you’re business!” She started walking faster
“But…” I grabbed her shoulder and she quickly turned and slapped me
“Don’t you ever touch me ok? She’s a stupid girl that really needs a reality check!”
I just stood there staring at her walk away in a disgraced manner
“I wonder if that’s why she was crying yesterday…”
“Hey what happened dude did you just get dumped?” said John out of nowhere.
I silently responded:
”Just shut up John im not in the mood” as I walked towards the exit
“Whatever dude chill out” in that moment I had many doubts.

When I came back home she was right there reading another one of her books.
“Hey, Hannah what are you doing?”
“Im reading a book what else would I be doing?”
I sat right next to her and touched her shoulder with mine.
“Which book is it?”
“Oh its kind of brand new I doubt you will recall it”
“I don’t care what’s it about”
“Well it’s My Green Eden its about a woman that lives in a village that was against all form of nature so then she goes to the forest with mistress her fox friend, and nocturne a boy who lived there since long ago and try to make peace between humans and nature.”
“Sound kinda cool”
“It is… I might just lend it to you when I finish”
“What are you reading now?”
“Well right now Nocturne and Arias, the main character are speaking in top of a tree and awaiting the day where peace will be stored”
“Wow you’re so poetic” I said as I smiled
She looked back while blushing and said:
“Its not really that hard”
“Hey wanna go see a movie tomorrow?”
“Yeah sure which one?”
“There’s this new one… it’s an exorcism film”
“Hey im scared of those! Please don’t tell me its Maraya”
“Yeah that one”
“Can’t we see another one?”
“But why not that one”
“Cause its scary”
“But it shows us the value of Christianity… or so I hope”
“Ok then but promise you wont scare me in the middle of the movie”
“Ok I promise”
The next day was just like the day at the tea restaurant I waited and waited and when it was time to go John decided to come. It was I talking to Hannah and then John getting in the way the whole day. As I was dropping her off…
“Did you have fun?” I said
“Yeah I did,” said John
“Im talking to her”
“Yeah…” she said in a sad way
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…” she said as she walked in
“Umm… goodbye…”
“YEAH BYE” said John
“Bye” I said
After she closed the door I walked with my hands tucked inside my pockets while John grabbed my head and started scratching it with his knuckles.
“Yeah man I see a relationship going on here congrats.”
“W/e” I said as I took one last look at her room… I saw Sarah glaring at me with eyes that left scars inside of me

Chapter 4- the stars

It quickly came to winter. Ever since all we did was go out to do stuff. I think im starting to know why I like her she always had something I dint she made me feel happy when I was sad even though every time she came back home she seemed saddened. But we had fun most of the time. But lately she’s been getting bruises. She insists she’s tripping a lot lately.

“Hi Hannah how was the exam?”
“It was easy although I forgot the 3rd one in the fill in the blanks”
I sighed
“It was upper trachea…”
“Oh yeah…”
“That was the easiest one!”
“I was so concentrated on the hard ones I forgot the easy ones”
“God… Hey lets do something I mean its Friday”
“Lets make a snowman”
“I’ve never made one…”
“C’mon ill show you”
“Uh…” she pulled me just like our first day with a smile on her face.
“Ok you’re supposed to make a small ball and then roll it until its really big”
“Like this?” I said while I smiled
“Oh its so big! Are you sure this is you’re first time?”
“Yeah… I guess”
She turned the other way to make the head but I hit her with a snowball first.
“Hey that was mean” she made a ball and hit me back.
“WAR” screamed John out of nowhere
He made snowball and started hitting me.
“Hey hit Hannah for once”
“I don’t hit girl ha-ha”
A snowball landed right in his face
“HAHA” laughed Hannah
“I think its time to break you’re rulebook John!”
“You little” said John while rolling a ball and throwing it at Hannah
We stood there snowball fighting for a long time until we got tired then John had to go because he forgot to study.
Hannah and me stood there lying on the snow watching the stars…
“Hey” said Hannah
“One time I read this book it was called “That star above you” It said that every person had a star and that if he or she found him or herself in darkness you could always look up to that star for guidance. I wonder… there are so many stars would you know which star would be the one that guides you?”
“Yeah…” It was that day…
“My star…” was where everything changed…
“Is not up there…” forever…
“You are my star Hannah.”
She looked at me blushing amazed her heart would have been pounding very strongly by now.
“I never thought you would be that star… hell I dint even think I’d ever meet you… Hannah you are my star… if I need someone to make me happy its you… I forgot how to live without you… If I ever get hurt… I want it to be in you’re hands”
she gulped
“I feel the same way… Derek you are my star… I…” she could speak
“I loved you Hannah… I love you…”
“Uh…” we just stood there looking at eachother admiring our existence
being what we are… our stars…

Chapter 5- the Caduceus and the cross

Christmas was rapidly approaching. I needed to get a present for Hannah but what… Yeah she likes book but I don’t really know which one’s she has and which she doesn’t. It was getting harder to come up with a present. After another week it was Friday again.

“Hi love”
“Hi Hany Hey what are you getting Sarah for Christmas?”
“Sarah?”
“Well she is you’re roommate right?”
“Yeah but we don’t… get along…”
“Well that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get her something.”
“I don’t know what to give her. I don’t know her much…”
“Well then get her something you would think you’d like”
“Ill try”
“Hey what’s you’re favorite book?”
“I have none they are all so beautifull…”
“But which of those makes you feel like you can do anything…”
“Umm… I guess it’s the bible…”
“The bible?”
“It makes me happy to know that there is a God looking over me all the time making ure im not hurt…”
“Hmm that’s true”
“What do you want for Christmas” asked Hannah
“Nothing”
“oh come one you gotta have to want something”
“I’ve never wanted solid things as much…”
“oh?”
“All I want is for everyone to live without worrying for death… that’s why I’ve always wanted to be a surgeon…”
“I feel the same way… that’s why I want to be a nurse…”
“Hey want to celebrate Christmas at my house?”
“YEAH” she said automatically
“Hey if were celebrating Christmas why not New year’s too?” said John again appearing out of nowhere
“Yeah” I said
“Yeah…” said Hannah
After a conversation we separate with a goodbye. It feels weird I always feel like someone was watching me… I just feel sad that Sarah wouldn’t have a nice christmas

It was Christmas Eve and I still dint have a present for Hannah I must buy her something great… I went to the mall with John.

“Hey Derek There are three things you can buy that girl: a plushy, jewelry or a book”
“I’ve been planning to buy her jewelry.”
“What type of jewelry?”
“I don’t know…”
“What?”
“Why do you think im out here shopping?”
“Yeah…sure”
“Hey How about this?”
“Hey that’s perfect, she was talking about that today…”
“Now are you happy you brought me?”
“W/e”
“Im going to buy something for Sarah”
“What? But you haven’t even met her!”
“Yeah I know… but I feel like she’s not gonna get anything for Christmas…”
“Yeah I’ve only talked to her once and she was mean but I believe even she deserves a good Christmas.”
We bought our stuff and when to sleep even though I couldn’t sleep.

Christmas came and after we prepared for the party Hannah knocked on the door.
“Hi Hany”
“Oh gosh its so beautiful!”
“Look at the Christmas tree” said John that was practically the only thing he did since he doesn’t know how to cook or decorate the house or clean…
“Merry Christmas!”
We hugged each other and sat down to give out presents.
“Well I got John a coupon for the clothes shop next to Zen blossoms”
“Yeah this is what I get after what I buy you”
“What?”
“I got you… A teddy bear with D+H engraved in the tummy”
“Oh my god thank you!”
“And I bought you this…”
“Oh its so nice” the took out of the box a cross with a heart in the middle “ill cherish it forever”
“Its because when you told me the bible was you’re favorite cause it guided you I thought I want to be her star and so I gave her what guided her (the bible(the cross))”
“Uhuh… and I got you A… Caduceus necklace!”
“Its kinda shiny...”
“Its pure gold, I thought since it’s the sign of medicine it will remind you of you’re dream.”
“Why do they get expressive presents?” muttered John
“I got him a coupon too”
“Ha-ha”
“Where’s Sarah” said John
a silence surged and Hannah said:
“She’s in our room she dint want to come…”
“Well then lets bring Christmas to her” I said
“Yeah” said John
We picked up our presents for Sarah and went directly to her door knocked and held out our presents directly towards her. She opened the door and looked at us with a serious face.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” we shouted
She stood there looking at us and a tear came down her face…
“GO AWAY!” she slapped our present for them to fall down on the floor and slammed the door.
We stood there…
“That’s how she is… She sad most of her life she says that this life is for dying… she says where just God’s voodoo dolls to make others suffer along with us…”
“Hmm… that’s sad” said John
And so ended Christmas although the ending wasn’t really sad cause then we went to the Christmas dance at our university and then had more fun.

Chapter 6- the healing touch

It was New Years we were preparing again for Hannah to come again this time I was teaching John to cook he seemed to be a natural in it.
“Hey Derek”
“What?”
“What’s you’re New Year’s resolution?”
“Im gonna make Hannah happy… I sometime see her sad and im going to ask her what’s wrong so I can make her happy”
“Heh… I still remember when I was telling you to talk to her and you were telling me that you didn’t like her”
“Yeah that was at the beginning of the year…”
“Next year were going to be seniors”
“Yeah…”
“Will you cy when you leave Hannah?”
“What?”
“When you graduate you have to leave her…”
“Im never going to leave her… ill find a way…”
“I pray so…”
“What’s you’re New Year’s resolution?”
“That’s a secret”
“Well were done…”
“Where’s Hannah?”
“She’s late…”
I was worried maybe she was kidnapped or she’s sick or something
“Im Going” I said
“Wait for me” he said as he put on his jacket
We walked to her room and we heard screaming. The door was open and as e went in panting from all the running we saw Hannah knees and hands on the floor and Sarah pulling her hair.
“YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE HAPPY?”
Hannah wouldn’t answer
“I BET YOU WERE MOCKING ME LAST CHRISTMAS WERENT YOU! I DON’T NEED YOURE PITY JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“Hannah!” I screamed
John pushed Sarah in a way she let go of the hair and fell to the floor.
“GO THE HELL AWAY! ITS NOT FAIR WHY DOES SHE GET TO BE HAPPY!”
John pinned Sarah
“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”
“SHUT UP” said John this was a different John from the one I used to know…
“You’re pathetic you know that? Do you think you’re the only one in this world that suffers?”
“SHUT UP YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT!”
“Don’t tell me you live to suffer? You want to kill you’re self huh? Is that it?”
“JUST STOP IT!”
“NO! NOT UNTIL I HEAL YOU!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?”
“God you’re just like her…”
“JUSt like who?” She gave up the struggling and John let her go and started crying.
“My mother… she committed suicide because my father abandoned me… and im not just about to let that same thing happen to you…”
We stared at him he had revealed a part of him I never knew…
“What’s the point in living if you’re going to suffer the whole time…”
“Yeah that’s what you say…”
“My life is a fucking mess!”
“Have you even tried living happy?”
“What type of question is that? Of course I have”
“Then why stop now? why give up now?”
“IM TIRED OF MY LIFE BEING SUCH A WRECK”
“Have you had a family? Have you had friends?”
“Well yeah some…”
“Would you tell them face to face you want to kill you’re self?“
“No way they’d leave me!”
“If you are not able to tell me tell that girl over there!” he stretched out his finger towards the mirror. “that girl over there is confused she wants to find a reason to live.
“I…”
“Look at her in the eyes and tell her its over I want to kill myself”
“Want”
“While you destroy her dreams just because you’re having a bad time?
“I…Want…I…Want” Sarah Wasn’t able to say it…. It hurt too much…
“No say sorry you’ve been saddening that girl for far too long…”
“IM SORRY, IM SORRY, IM REALLY SORRY”
John hugged her with love and told her:
“I love you all my life I was looking for someone to protect to hold in my hands…”
“Im sorry John, im sorry Hannah, im sorry Derek… and thank you…” I smiled and peered towards Sarah’s room and there were our presents on top of her table opened.
That New year’s I promised Hannah That I would always make her happy that never would she witness a tear unless it is a tear of joy

When New Year’s was over we said good-bye and John said:
“Seems like we both made it to our resolutions before New Year’s…”
“So... you’re resolution was with…”
“Sarah…”

Chapter 7- 10 years…today

Ever since those days we’ve been dating we love each other more than anything I couldn’t imagine life without them anymore. John became a psychologist and Sarah is a Psychiatrists. I am a surgeon and Hannah is my love I was to propose to her but she fell ill of a disease.

I promised her… There’s no way I would let some stupid disease get between all our dreams and our goals in life. I promised her … and im going to keep that promise till the end. I want to see her smile again. I want to talk to her again. I want to tell her how I feel once and for all… God she’s been you’re loyal servant I pray that you help her…
Never in my life have I felt this same way. That something must be done… no… will be done… She’s given me so much. Ever since that day… our fates collided in a way that none of us saw it coming… Like the first snowflake in winter. Ever since that day…

I will save her she is my love. No matter what her smile will always be in my heart.

“The operation is over… whether she survived or not is up to the patient’s will to live, I’ve never seen a patient fight so hard jet this operation was rather strong. I Sit there next to her waiting for her to open her eyes once more so I can tell her how much I love her. I want her to tell me what she thinks, what’s in her mind?… why is she crying? I want to bear her children and live with her in the countryside. I want to argue over everyday matters… I want her to live… I stay here waiting for her to wake up
*3 hours later”

She woke up I see her smile…
“Hannah…”
“Hi honey I want you to know I love you I never want to let go of you…”
“Sarah… will you marry me?”
“Of course…I… love you”
I kissed her softly… she closed her eyes I don’t know if she can hear me or feel me but I want her to know I love her

I hear a voice I don’t know if it’s in my mind or if it is real… I hear…
“Derek… are you there? … Can you hear me? … I wont ever let go of those memories we cherished. That love we share for years. Those time you made me feel as if I could fly… I want those days to last forever… I can still feel you… around me… I can feel you… and I will never forget you…

her hand slowly opened and revealed a caduceus and a cross…

She never forgot those times we shared…

Whether you live or die… I will always loved you…

I will never forget those dreams we shared… with a Caduceus… and a cross…
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“I dedicate this Book to my family and all the people who have been my star, my caduceus and my cross so I can go on in life”
-Yuishi

Monday, March 20, 2006

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 21:45:32 GMT

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