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Gale
gfarnswo@dbu.edu
A month had gone by since our first date. We had been spending a lot of time together--but we
hadn't kissed, or even held hands. I was starting to wonder if maybe Jeremy just wanted to be
friends.
I liked him, and I wanted more than that--but if all he wanted was a friendship, that was O.K. with
me, because he had become a good friend over that month.
I ended up, as often happens, talking with anaother friend about it--a mutual friend of ours.
Then one night he reached out and took my hand, and my heart danced.
A few nights lator I found out why he had waited so long. He started the conversation with "I
talked with Elaine" (the mutual friend)...oh no, i thought...Then he said "I've gone out with other
girls, and it never lasted long. The reason I waited so long was that I wanted us to be best
friends first, before we started a relationship." He paused. "Do you want to start a relationship
with me?"
"Yes" I said, and started to shake. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing." I answered, with no
way to explain the joy in my soal.
We've been going out now for over two years, and I still know I found "the one."
Anonymous
My parents met in a plane crash. They have been together
ever since. They were bumped on the head by God, and
found that they were meant for each other.
Amy
st95rc3x@post.drexel.edu
My old boyfreind passed away a year and some months ago. But before he died I got to take
him to the shore for a week. Because he never had enough money to go when he was younger
it was his first time and the whole week he made me breakfast and dinner, washed my hair for
me put suntan lotion on and lotion after the shower. It was the most romantic week I ever had
because I was his queen all week long without any hassle or arguments!
jennifer milbourne
About eight years ago, I met Paul on a BBS.
Ever since then we've been penpals and recently
more than friends. When I first met him I knew
that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with
him, but I got scared. I turned away from him and
I thought I had gotten rid of him. Some time later,
he called me and we began to write to each other. He
joined the Navy and I followed him all over the Mid-East
and Australia. We shared everything with each other.
He told me about his girlfriend and I would tell him
how unsuccessful I was with the boys. Soon, it came time
for him to come home from the Navy. I was scared again.
I didn't know what to expect when he came back. We had
stated that we wanted to be with each other and I called
him my boyfriend. I told him I wasn't sure of what I wanted.
Paul thought that I was turning away from him again. He
told me of how hurt he was the first time and now it
was the same pain as before. I thought that I had lost
him, but he came back to me again. The past few months
have been wonderful, yet confusing at the same time.
My father died last year and Paul came into my life at
a vary vulnerable time in my life. Now, I've unconciously
replaced the male-figure in my life from my father to Paul.
I feel that I unfairly depend on Paul for this role-model.
I'm constantly afraid that I will do something to make him
leave. I know that Paul is the one I'm going to marry, but
I'm constantly second-guessing myself. I love him.