He sat there in the coffee shop

He sat there in the coffee shop, every so often glancing over his paper. A women sat at a table by the window. She had striking hazel eyes and dark chestnut locks. As she sipped her coffee, she began to notice him staring at her. As she turned her head to look at him, he quickly raised his paper and pretended to read it. She found his behavior quite peculiar but continued to just sip her coffee and check her cell phone. The man looked at his watch, folded his paper, and walked out of the shop. As the woman watched him walk down the sidewalk and out of view, she hoped she would see him again.

mi luv can b gd most days nd get wat i want. i keep telling him hw much i luv him nd he jus says u dont luv me at all u r using me 4 stuff nd it upsets me badly wen he says dat 2 me . wen it aint true at all , but wat he says 2 me i know it is all true nd i luv it hw much he tells me i mean 2 him. in a way he thinks im cheating on him wen im nt cuz i dont do wat he wants sum times…

i jus want it 2 b hw it use 2 b 4 us i dont know hw 2 get it bak hw it use 2 b …. it is normaly ok 4 us most off de time jus wen 1 of us hve 2 do 1 thing wrong it starts all ova again but bad even mre den it was b4 , wen it happens bad 4 us 1 off us always feels like we want 2 end it but we cant cuz of hw much we luv each other…!

does any1 no were it has gone wrong 4 us ???

charlotte xxx

I’ve liked this girl, M, for around 2 and a half years now, though I have never been able to tell her. I am a 17 year old male and she is the same age. We used to be quite good friends for the first year I liked her, we caught the same bus to school and would talk quite a lot during bus trips. We started to become quite open with each other, if we had problems we were able to go to each other and talk to each other about it. I loved having her there for me when I needed it, she was always so caring. I had always wanted to tell her how I truly felt about her, but I never thought she liked me in that way back. I was scared that things may become awkward between us if I told her, and I valued our friendship so much that I did not want to lose it. During the first year of liking her I started becoming attracted to another girl I didn’t even know, I started spending lunchtimes with her and she figured out that I liked her. We never started going out, as this girl told me she did not like me, I was never to fussed over her anyway. During this time M started going out with a boy, it did not last long however. I don’t think she has gone out with anyone since, from around 2 years ago. I still liked M a lot, and this feeling grew. We were still good friends. One day after school I came and sat down on the bus beside her as I usually would. She held onto my arm and asked me questions like how I was doing. I had just had PE and was quite sweaty, I told her she didn’t have to hold my arm because it was all sweaty. But she did anyway. I don’t know if anyone else would interpret this action in the way I did. I interpreted that she held on to me even though it may have been slightly unpleasant holding on to my sweaty arm, she was there for me even if it didn’t suit her. Maybe that’s stupid, I don’t know. But I do know that my feelings towards her grew significantly by this action. After a while she stopped catching the bus and would drive herself to school. I hated that she was gone, I missed our conversations so much. We barely ever saw each other as we only had one class together and we have different friend groups. Our friendship started to die away over last year, to the point where greeting each other if we walked passed one another was unlikely. I suppose I could have made more effort to talk to her. I reminded her a few times that I was always there for her if she needed anything or someone to listen to her. At times I questioned myself whether I should like her, at times I even tried to discard my feelings for her. I was unsuccessful, liking her felt so right, she felt like the perfect person to be with. This year I decided to ask her out for coffee, I asked her casually – so she didn’t think it was a date. She agreed to and sounded quite keen on it. The school ball was coming up and I had always wanted to go with her to it, always I wanted it to be her I went with. I asked her, I was so nervous that my mouth dried out. I had expected her to say yes, but she replied saying she had already asked another person. I felt like I had been ripped in two, I could not believe it. I had always dreamed of going with her. Going out to coffee with her was great, we got on well and caught up on a lot of things as we hadn’t had a decent conversation in a long time. She lived just over the hill and had walked there so I walked her back home. The next day I called her and asked if she wanted to catch up again soon, she replied saying she would rather go in a group. I didn’t really think she sounded overly keen on doing it. I made more effort on going up and talking to her at school, a few times we would have alright conversations. Then one time I tried going up to her and making conversation but she kind of just walked off as she was answering. It hurt that she didn’t really want to talk to me, it hurt a lot. For the next 2 weeks I was deciding whether I should tell her I like her or not. I knew she would say that we should just stay friends, but I really wanted her to know. She needed to know how amazing I thought she was. Finally I pulled up the courage to tell her. She looked really happy when I told her, I told her I thought she was amazing and I cared about her a lot. But she said what I knew she would say, that we should stay friends. She also said she wasn’t ready for a relationship. At first I wasn’t all that depressed about it, I was glad I had actually told her. But here I am on the day after when I told her and it has really sunken in. I’ve liked this girl for so long and I do not want to stay friends, as friends in our situation we barely see each other. Today at school was so hard, when I saw her I knew that she knows how I feel about her, but nothing was different. She means the absolute world to me and I would do anything to make her smile in a split second. I love her. Every time I see her face everything feels perfect and I feel happy. I love her so much and it kills me that she doesn’t feel that back. I understand she isn’t ready and I would never try pressure her to be.
I wish I knew whether she would want to become more than friends in the future.

He’s kind of like the lyrics that are stuck in your head all day long, and you don’t remember how they first got there, but it doesn’t matter because they won’t go away. You can’t get rid of them, all you can do is shout them and sing them and yell them out at the top of your voice, out of beat and out of tune, but that doesn’t matter because to you they sound perfect. He’s your very last thought at nightfall, the last one you see in your minds eye, and he’s the thing that keeps you awake at night because you know that with him, reality will feel better than any dream. He’s the very first thought of your sunrise, the very first call of the dawn chorus.

He’s that feeling in your chest when you miss someone, that feeling that is so strong, it becomes physical pain. That ache that you can’t help but know, you’d rather live with it everyday and know him, than live without him. He’s that one nagging idea in the back of your head, that even at times when hurt is all you feel, its still better than not feeling at all. He’s the one thing that makes you wonder if you can’t get someone off your mind, then maybe they’re just meant to be there. Your friends understand when you say just forget it, wait forever when you say wait a minute, step away when you say leave me alone and open the door before you can say come in. But he, he’s different, he makes you face your fears when you’re too scared to think straight, he has already done it before you can say wait a minute, he sticks to you like glue when you say leave me alone, and he’s knocked that door down along time ago. Yes, go ahead, tell us we’re too young to understand what love is, tell us we’ll only end up getting hurt. But I’ll tell you, its worth it, its worth how ever many pain and tears it may cause, because I know, that even if I knew my heart would break, I would love him anyway. So when you’ve walked a mile in my shoes, when you’ve felt his arms holding you up when its too much, when you’ve let his smile brighten up your day, then tell me im too young to be in love.

So times, with him it its like close is too close, but then again, sometimes that’s all we need. All you really need is someone to step too close, to give that feeling of uncontrollable butterflies in the pit of your stomach, and yes, it may be uncontrollable and yes, it may happen at the worst times possible, yet its still not a unpleasant feeling. It’s a feeling that one wouldn’t mind lasting forever. And you know these butterflies can do strange things to you, before long you realize that you’ve started listening to love songs, you all of a sudden start smiling, and it seems there is no reason for it, then you realize, its because your thinking of him. People ask you what’s so special about him and you don’t want to tell them because you’re scared that they might fall as well. You need someone who is willing to be patient and understanding, and that’s what he was to me, he was my best friend, to be there when I needed and wanted nothing more than a friend that night, knowing that they are there, 24/7 willing to pick up the phone and listen if it will make you feel better. Its almost like being close to them isn’t enough, its like if you could you would live in the same skin as them, as one because they are everything to you. It is that feeling of being with someone who accepts you and you accept for something no one else will have them for. Seeing them for who they are and being proud of them regardless of what the rest of the world may think but still wonder how they don’t fall for him to, how they don’t see him exactly like you do and how anyone can resist his smile.

I built up a wall around me before I met him, it surrounded me , kept me safe from falling for anyone, then he came into my life, and bit by bit, he took that wall down, he didn’t just knock it down, he was patient, and he stood by me, and brick by brick he took that wall down. I wanted to tell him to stop because it didn’t matter, every time he touched me that wall just crumbled around me, that’s why I held onto him so tight, my hands clenched around his, but he didn’t mind. And now these feelings are like nothing I’ve ever felt, and yes, im so scared but I know that he’ll be right by my side. Through thick and through thin, the smile and the tears, the good and the bad, he’ll be right behind me to catch me if I should fall. He understands who I am and why im like that and yet he doesn’t try to change me. He knows everything about me, my flaws and my mistakes yet he loves me all the same. He knows that I make the wrong decisions and some days nothing goes right yet he knows when to just sit and listen rather than trying to fix it. He gives me the strength to sometimes fight it on my own, but if things should get too much, he’s my back up.

He was like the chocolate sauce on my ice cream when first met, the extra bit that made it worthwhile. But now he’s more like the water that I drink, its not that I think he’s any less special than when I first met him, but it’s like I can’t survive without him now. He’s the air that I breathe each day, yet he’s still the sun when it breaks through the clouds.

We have our days you know, the days when things are going so well. When you just want to turn over and go back to sleep instead of getting up and facing them. The days when neither of you can say anything right at the right time yet you still blame each other. But that’s what love is isn’t it? You get up and you still love that one person that day even if you don’t feel like liking them. Its when you’d apologise no matter who was wrong if it meant that it would bring them back to you, its putting your pride on the shelf, pushing yourself aside because for that while, they’re happiness is more important than yours. Their happiness is more important than yours, even if it doesn’t i nvolve you anymore.

So here’s to teenage romance, and not knowing why it can hurt likes hell but feel like heaven. Here’s to the reason you keep going each day, the reason you live, here’s to the moments when you can’t quite believe he’s yours, and here’s to him.