The river has run wild.

It's crazy that even after all this time, you're all i think about. Everyday, every hour. Little things just pop in my head that remind me of our time together. Our short, short time. I don't mind though. Thinking of you keeps my chin up. It keeps me strong. It keeps me going. I don't mind. Really. My friends say it's bad, that you're always on my mind. They say it's not good for me, mentally. But i can't stop.

I still love the way you think. The way you smell, the way you smile, the way you care. I still love the way you kissed me. The way you held my hand, the way you laughed, the way you walked. I even still love the way you hate me. The way you caused me pain but always came crawling back. The way you chose sports over me. The way you never took me out on dates. I still love the way you lie. The way you hurt me. The way you threw me out like yesterdays garbage. I still love these things about you. For reasons that are unclear and insane. For reasons unexplainable. You killed me inside, but i loved that too. Don't you see? I loved everything you did. Good or bad. And the only reason why, that i can think of, is because i still love you.

It's time to move on.

Things were never perfect between us. We rarely agreed on anything and you could never find the right words to say. But when you did say something, it was always amazing. You lit up my world just by saying something as simple as "you're cute." It was nothing special, but coming from you, it meant everything. We fought all the time, we never took pictures together, we saw each other two days a week, and we never met each other parents. We never acted like a real couple, especially when we went out in public, all two times. I guess what I'm trying to say, is even though you were worst boyfriend ever, i fell in love with you. I fell in love with us, together. Even though we never did any of those things, we spent so much time together. We cuddled the entire time we were in the same room. We shared everything, even our secrets. We held hands and kissed in front of our friends. What we had, was something different than what others have. But i loved every second of it, even when we were fighting because i knew, at the time, that i had you, and that's all i needed to be happy.

Love never dies.

I met this old man, once upon a time. He was a charming fellow, seemed very bright. He wore a dead pink rose in his jacket pocket, and tried his best to stay sitting up. I wondered why he chose to wear a dead flower, but it was not the right time to ask. This man was 102 years old. I met him at Cambridge care home where i work. One day he told me to sit down, and told me of a tale, many years ago, when he met his wife. "I saw her once, and i knew....i knew she was the one" He had said. He continued by telling me of how they began to speak with one another. "I noticed she was carrying a basket of light pink roses, I couldn't tell you why. Only god knows. I couldn't let this beauty out of my sight. I was mesmerized. I followed her to a near by bus station. As she jumped into one. I too, hopped on the bus. I sat a few rows behind her, wondering what to do next. Nothing came to mind. A young lad sat across from me, and he noticed my infatuation with this young lady. He leaned over, tipped his hat, and said, by golly, you've found her." At this point of the story, I became antsy. I wanted to know what would come next. "Go on!" I shouted. He smiled politely and went on. "I followed her off the bus and down the road to a little shop. I waited outside, trying not to be noticed. When she came out, she continued to walk down the road. She crossed the street, and i quickly followed. She crossed the street again, not even a block later. She crossed three more times, me, closely behind. She went to the very end of the road and stopped on the water front. I was a bit confused by her actions. She turned around and stared at me. 'Oh no!' I thought! I had to get out of there. I turned around and began a trot back towards town. She hollered after me 'wait, please wait!' I made my way back to her. She instantly smiled, and said 'i noticed you a few blocks back. I hoped you were following me'. She handed me a pink rose and said 'this one, this one right here, it's for you to keep. Forever and always.' Years went by, and as they did, we got married in a small church and had a beautiful young girl, but she passed a few years back. We grew old together. One morning, i got up out of bed, and made her breakfast. This was not a rare thing, i would go to worlds end for my darling Pearl. When i brought breakfast in, she would not wake. I did everything i could, but nothing. The ambulance came, but she would not respond to anything. They told me this was my last time making her breakfast. I cried for days. She was my one love." This made me begin to cry. But he went on. "I wear this rose as a symbol of my love and care for my wife. This here rose is the exact one she gave me in 1926. And i will forever wear it." I was so touched by the story, i had to go out and tell my friends and family of this amazing tale of how two fell in love. A couple of days went by and as i returned to work, and entered his room, the bed was made, and he was nowhere in sight. I asked around and found that he did not awaken from his slumber. He was dead. I went to his funeral, and there, lying in the casket, was the brave old man, with the dead, pink rose in his pocket. To this day, his story lives on, in each an every heart he touched.

Forever the name on my lips..

I fell in love with you. Your sweet smile, you adorable laugh, and your constant need to make sure I'm okay. I wouldn't let myself admit it. I told myself it wasn't real. I told everyone else that you were just my friend, best friend, and that's it. Boy was i wrong. I fell in love with you, your friends and your family. We worked so well together. Good times and bad, you were always there. I trusted you with my life. We spent so much time together, that we became comfortable saying and doing whatever we want. We helped each other through so much. But that wasn't enough for you. I wasn't enough for you. You needed something more. Whatever that something was, you found it. But once you found it, i was left in the dust. With nothing but memories, loneliness, and a deep pain in my heart from you. I never thought we would end this way. You meant so much to me. And now, now I'm that lonely girl who stays up at night, wondering what could have been, with tears running down my face. I never thought i would admit it, but i love you.

D.B.

My one true love, my one true best friend, my heart and soul. He walked away. I thought i had no one, i thought i was alone forever. I finally met new people, made a new best friend, and found someone else to love. He slowly started to fade away from my memory. Except i was never the same. I never trusted anyone fully. I never truly got over him. Although i said i did, i didn't. And after all this time, he comes back. Tells me he's sorry and that he misses me. "I don't need another friend. I have plenty." is what i had thought. But the truth was, i didn't have many friends. He was my everything, and when he left me, he left me lost. And now that he's back, I'm just as confused, and just as lost. I need him to tell me what to do. I need him to help me find my way back. I need him.

Books.

As you walk through the isles of the book store, you find that one book that really interests you. once you find it, you buy it and take it home. Eventually you will pick up the book to read it. It starts out good, but after a while, you get bored, and set it down to get some shut eye. You begin to pick it up less and less, and you begin to lose interest. It's not the book you thought it would be. When you finally decide you're done with it, you set it on your book shelf, with all of the other books. sooner or later that book will be pushed to the back, covered in dust, and warn out. Years go by and you finally throw the book away, because it has no meaning to you anymore, and you have a new book to add to your shelf.

As you walk down the busy streets of Portland, you find a young man, who, in fact, is everything you wanted. You start talking to him, and he really interests you. You exchange phone numbers and He finally calls you to ask you on a date. You, wanting love, start a relationship with this boy. At first it's good, you both seem happy, but one night, he says he needs a break, so you go home, lay down to get some shut eye. He's not the guy you thought he would be. After a while your relationship fades and he stops caring. You feel like your pushed away. You put old pictures of you and this boy in a drawer and soon forget about them. After a few years you throw the pictures away, because they have no meaning anymore, and you have new pictures to add to your drawer.

Who would have ever thought that in the end, you would be the book, and he would be the one who threw you away.