This reminded me of Emna, my best friend. Our story is legend. The first time I saw her it was when Ii was switching schools. I remember walking in Miss Rihabs class and everyone was fake smiling. That year was the roughest. I struggled a lot because I was everything but funny. Emna was the exact opposite. I didn't get the whole teenage thing, but I knew Amal. Bad news (manipulating and using her friends as Guinea pigs). Surprisingly, it didn't take long for her to make the whole class hate me, telling untrue rumors. I never understood why, but I just felt sorry for her that she can't help that she can only feel good about herself hurting others. She spewed fire when me and Emna started to be best buddies and doing everything together. Somehow Emna understood me, and I am the strong person I've become today because what we survived through (she stopped cutting from depression; I finally got over sulking). Three years later people still get us mixed up as sisters.
I met the love of my life in 1987 in Coleharbor, ND, when he and I were just 14. The first time I met him I thought he was cocky and arrogant (but very cute), and he thought I was a rich stuck up California girl. Needless to say, we fell in love. I had to move back to California shortly after our whirlwind summer romance. We each spent hours every night talking on the phone until the break of dawn. Now keep in mind long distance was not unlimited at the time. We both had phone bills racked over $500.00 each (and this is no lie). We both were band from every talking on the phone, unless we sneaked to a friend's house to use their phone for a short chat just to say, "I love you and I miss you." We wrote letters and poems of love from North Dakota to California for a year. Until time took its toll and we drifted apart. Until 30 years later we found each other on Facebook and have reunited and are now living happily ever after and still in love. This is a very true story.
Very well written poem. I am going through a similar situation myself. There was a time in my marriage when I felt it was over and time to go, but the strength of love between a man and woman is so pure and overpowering. Thank you for sharing this. Please take a look at the poem I submitted called "A Love Almost Lost." It sums up a lot about what marriage was/is like for me, and how we conquered our trials and tribulations.
I lost my husband 14 years ago on July 4, and he was 26 years old. I have 3 children. I'm sorry for your pain and mine and our loss of our loved ones. God bless us all and keep them and God in our hearts.
My heart goes out to you. You are so young, yet you have touched so many people. You brought me to tears in just a few sentences. I lost my mother just 6 months ago. She was my everything. Lots of prayer and believing in God help me cope with my loss. I know she is always around me or watching over her loved ones. You just have to believe. I hope this helps.
From a guys POV I have to say to get with him privately at some point and tell him how you feel. Make him some food like cookies or brownies. All guys love brownies and cookies. But just be honest with him tell him how you really feel.
I know the pain. We lost our son at age 27. Our deepest sympathy and our prayers to you. God bless.
Great poem. I think I will quote it for Valentine's Day!
I can relate to that. My father is just like that, except my father smokes and puts my younger brother over me and he does that with his wife (also known as my step mother). I hate her. She is always trying to find a way to start trouble for me. My father has been in jail a lot, most of my life really. He never come to my birthday party, no matter how many times I remind him, and what is the saddest is that he wasn't there for when my mom gave birth to me, either. If you think that is messed up, there is a whole lot more you don't know about. And I just started middle school.
I am a great fan of Robert Frost. I consider myself a poet lover, and I read many different types of poetry, but I find myself favoring Robert Frost the most!
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