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.

My Mexico

It was only sophmore year; my best friend had just moved and I was taking spanish with out her humourous motivation. Wonder what could go wrong? or Right? It was then when he walked into class with a lost and confused look, dressed properly and smelled amazing. He had that one deep dimple in his smile and light brown eyes, but absolutely No idea what anyone around him was saying. He was from Mexico, I remember him showing me on the map where he was from. I dont remember how I started talking but I do remember the moments of getting to understand him and know who he was. We helped each other understand both english and spanish. Soon we were friends, the basketball courts and hallways is where we could have been spotted. Every lunchtime after eating with our friends we'd meet each other in the hallway and just talk, not many could communicate with him but when it came to me and him we understood everything. One day we were walking down the hallway and one of our teachers Mrs. Taylor had noticed us always walking around together and stopped to ask if we were together, I simply said "no." she replied with "Ya'll are cute!" He then asked what she said and what she meant, "Boyfriend, Girlfriend" is how I explained with of course a smile on my face. He then laughed and smiled and said "Nice!" He soon had to go back to Mexico to return to his family. I clearly remember the last day I seen him. My mom was on her way to pick me up, his home wasn't far from school so he said "well I better go" "Okay" i told him. Before he turned away he brushed my hair from my face and then gave me a big hug, smiled and started walking away. I watched him leave and remembering him looking back one more time and revealed that one dimple that
stood out from any smile I have seen. He became a good friend to talk to and I'll miss seeing his smile and talking to him.

Brand New Lesson

I was a kid, a little girl with pigtails running around and swinging on the swings. Soon I was entering the age when liking or crushing on a boy was the next stage in my little life. Kids at age 5-6 don’t know the whole concept of actually being in a relationship, so instead we thought of it as a boy and girl pushing each other on the swings, playing basketball or volleyball together. A major plus was the fact that it was not a big deal on who we dated; we were still innocent and good kids at that age.
I began to like this boy; he was a cute face boy that hung out with his big group of friends every day at lunch. His group of friends would chase my group of friends who were all screaming girls. What did his group of friends want with screaming girls? When I got captured I got the inside look. “Kiss her!” The boys wanted to kiss us, their lips no longer virgin. Well if they did have the balls to kiss the girl they captured.
9-11 years old soon they were getting to know a little about relationships, you walk the girls to the bus; holding hands down the hallway to lunch, and eat lunch together. The boy I had a crush on when I was 5 was the same boy I had a crush on at age 9. I sat behind him in class, and when his moment came he rested his hand on mine; while I was unaware of it. I asked him a question and soon he lost his confidence. “Were you trying to hold my hand?” He then moved his hand off mine and replied “No!” Our chance of getting together was always on and off; we were never on the same page.
Junior High and High School arrived, along with the new thing instead of love notes; Cell Phones. We liked each other but still we had other we were interested in, we were in different cliques and had different class schedules but still we had a way of talking to each other. Sitting outside, we watched his friends play ball; I started learning more about him and what he liked in girls. Outgoing, fun, and smart; outgoing was definitely not me. He on the other hand was shy and quiet, my chance of having prince charming ask me to be his and sweep me off my feet disappeared.
I slowly let the flame die, knowing he was just a crush and maybe our paths were not meant to be crossed. I was a little girl with pigtails who grew up to be a girl with bigger dreams of a prince charming.