Relationship Ingredients & Directions

2 cups of friendship
4 cups of humor
4 cups of honesty
1/2 cup of forgiveness
1 cup of dedication
3 cups of passion
6 cups of 'I love you's' & 'I care about you's'
5 cups of smiles and hugs
dash of tears
1 cup of encouragement
2 cups of gentleness
sprinkle of arguments
6 cups of conversation

Directions:
Have a bowl ready when starting to make a relationship. Gently pour the 6 cups of conversation into the bowl. Let the conversation settle for a week, or as long as it takes to settle just right. Add the 2 cups of friendship with the 4 cups of humor, pour them at the same time so it mixes well. Stir gently the 3 ingredients till there are no clumps. Pour the 2 cups of gentleness in the bowl, let it spread over the mix. Once the gentleness has spread, add the 1 cup of dedication. Once the dedication is mixed, add the honesty and the passion. 1/2 cup of forgiveness, tears, and arguments, because everyone needs a fight or two. Roll out the batch on hugs and smiles, then bake. To decorate the relationship, frost it with 'I love you's' & 'I care about you's'

Totally Opposite??

I was left speechless,
Unable to breathe,
Though my heart was still beating,
It was him.

Why did he do this to me?
I was told it was bound to happen.
The side effects would soon start.

First the bedevilment,
it tortured me with all it's power.
Second, bugs got inside me,
fluttering until they couldn't anymore.
Some say they will never stop fluttering.

Thirdly, his hand grabbed me,
he claimed me as his.
The sound of his inharmonious voice,
has my ears tarnished.

Again the question comes to me,
Why did he do this to me?

When he touches my cheek,
all you see is searing marks left behind.
I have been left disserved and still,
numb to the days with him, my life.

Everyone sees him as the general type,
daily routine.
They don't see what I see,
My outlook: bitter, black, hurtful, and resentful.

How could i admire someone?
Someone who has caused me such unbearable pain?

Why did he do this to me?
I guess i have to recognize what's wrong,
not with him, but me...

I'm in love with him

A Built Easily Lovable Guy** Mr. Bumble Bee

I grew up with a mom who loved sports, Softball was a sport she played every summer. One of her softball friends had a son around my age, he was even my very own classmate, Abel. I barely remember him in my childhood, only bits and pieces I can't forget or have been told to me by my mom. Apparently my mom told me back in elementary school, during halloween; my class had a party. At this time he had a crush on me, friends of his were trying to get him to come sit with me or talk to me, but he shyed away and hid under his little desk in his little bumble bee costume. My mom remembers his little feet poking out from under his desk while he tried to hide. As years went by I barely even noticed him; sad to say, until 7th grade.
It was Mrs. Swillings class; she was an english teacher, Abel and I had her same class that period. Mrs. Swilling was around 50 years of age, the skin on her arms were no longer held in place; sagging was the way to describe them. She embaced her arms and loved making us laugh by waving her arms and calling them her "wings." He remembers that just as well as I do, including the fart machine memory.
Every I'd come home and tell my mom how my day went, I told her practically everything. When I would start telling my mom about boys, she would immediately interupt and remind me there were only three boys I can only date. Trevor and Taylor were also sons of a softball mom; Trevor was too into himself and young, Taylor was not my idea of a boy I wanted to be with. Then there was Abel; smart, funny, kind, and indeed a great friend. My mom knew out of the three I only liked Abel, so she'd mainly push me to talk to him.
After the first month and a half together in that class, he started liking me. Then one day after school he got the courage to ask me that one question. As soon as the school bell rang I headed out to the buses, that is when I heard him call my name. "Oh no I can't believe I'm doing this" look was on his face, then he went with his plan and asked "Do you want to go out with me?" All of a sudden I had no clue of what to say, sadly I said "no, there is this other guy," I completely flat out lied to him. I regret lying to him and possibly hurting him, I liked him but I don't believe I was ready to even have a boyfriend. The next day was awkward, Abel had acted like yesterday never happened. That year of schol he never bothered to ask me out again.
8th grade was a new start, I lived in a new house; right in Abel's neighborhood. I would jokingly tease him to walk me home on occasion, and he'd alway reply, "After practice." Junior high was coming to an end, Abel and I had gotten voted as Most Nicest Kids in School, a great way to end the school year.
High school had seemed to have passed pretty quick, It wasn't till our senior year till we became close friends. He had a girlfriend, being so close is what made her cause him to not talk to me. It took him only one day to not talk to me, that next day he didn't care what his girlfriend said. Everytime she came through the doors we acted as if we were not even talking, we were great friends and we were not going to let her ruin our friendship. That whole semester went by with laughs and amazing memories, and we happily graduated with those moments.
I regret not giving him a chance, but also happy that I still had a good friend that brought me joy to my life and everytime I see him, those memories come back fresh as if no time has passed. I'll always remember my friend the Bumble Bee.