Mariah.
06-28-2009, 07:04 PM
:D My names is Mariah Joyy. Im love to write. I am joyful and happy almost always. =] I want you to read this please!
It started in 6th grade in a math class. We were watching a movie and our classes joined together like little children around a campfire to watch it. I was seated by one of my dearest friend. We were quite the little trouble makers at the time. So caught up in the fun little did I realize that we had gotten a new kid in Math. It changed my world but I didn't know it at the time. I will not dare say his name for fear that it might hurt me. Let's make one up shall we...How about Collen. Okay so "Collen" was the new kid in school. He was a bad boy with his devilishly tight black pants and worded T's. Ha! he even has black fingernail polish! Collen was tall,tan, and deadly. He had the most wonderful and graceful eyes. Like he had walked this earth for enernatiy and still hadn't found anything that captured his soul. Collen was of course not my type...at the time. Even though he was kinda weird and out there girls secretly wanted him. i soon became one of those girls. We would fight with each other like world war 3 had broken out. I ended up winning everytime ofcourse. Hatred was the fire that drove us together. We hated each other long before the love was ever there. He just made me soooo mad sometimes that I couldn't look at him! But in my heart I longed for him to love me. To make the first move. I always wanted his lips to say those magic words...those 3 words people wait there whole lives just to heat from the one person they know will mean it. The "I love you" of a life time. After awhile we eneded up going out. It was weird at first but we managed. Soon we were madly inlove with each other. I couldn't help myself. What had I done to deserve such a wonderful and glorious gift? What had a girl from Dallas done to get a guy like him? I still ask myself that to this very day. The awnser is nothing. I had done nothing at all of value. God must have made a mistake. And A big one indeed. From head to toe he didn't look like much but on the inside he was everything. He was the world I stood upon. The gravity that kept my feet on the ground. The fire that burned in my soul. He was my life. Silly of me to think of such things so soon I mean I was only 12/13 years old at the time. But I had seen love before and i wanted more than anything to feel that way. I first saw love when I was 9. The pure intensity of it was unbarably terrific. Feeling like a peeping tom I continued to watch to total in awe. Amazed by the way they looked at each other. The lovely couple held hands without saying a word. Their faces said it all. Her face was glowing like someone had placed a florecent bulb behind her tiny little frame. Her smile was big from ear to ear. The mans face was edgey and hard but at the same time full of life with the softness that can only be imagened. He looked at her like she was the best thing he'd ever seen...like God came down on a horse from haven and gave her to him. The lady's eyes said much more than a book could ever hold. The eyes of a lover were no match for his. They burned into him..into his soul. I could see that. I know it sounds a little far fetched for a 9 year olds mind but I was strangely more develpoed in the thinking department than most adults were. I'll write more tommorrow. That memorie will forever be burned into my mind. If I could keep one memory I would most definatly choose that one. What's sad is that things like that don't last long. No one knows why but they just never seem to last. The day that lady went was the worst day of my 9 year old life. I couldn't imagine what the man was going through. That man...the man I knew soo well lost the only thing he loved in the entrie world. She was the only thing he could be proud to call his and still feel guilty at the same time. His love was gone forever. You could see everything in his eyes and face. Instead of warmth and Endless love, his beheld terrifying things. They screamed for this to all be a dream. The angery firceness was trying to beat it's way through his eyes as he statred to cry. The unloved gentlemen turned his face to the side to see me. Ugh, Just awful I thought to myself when I saw his scruffy face. It was that of a pained child. Like the ones from Africa that you see on Tv all the times. But this, this was the slightest bit different. When he stopped crying I knew his heart along with his eyes...would never be the same. Later that day he got to talking to me more and said that it was like God had taken the angel he'd sent and brought her home. He brought her home. That's all he said for about 5 days while laying in bed just waiting for her to walk through that front door. We all knew she wouldn't come. But I was the only one who helped him. Life went on and he taught me a thing or two about love and life. His stories jsut went on and on. I didn't mind one bit, I kinda like them. After all that I'd thought I had seen and heard it all. You know felt the joy and pain of love. I was wrong terribly worng. I may have thought I knew it all but when I met that boy everything I'd been taught shattered around me. Ugh, that boy. I knew that I'd love him forever when he said my name. Don't ask how or why...I just loved him. I felt deep in my heart that I was designed to love with every drop of being I had. With "Collen" I could now work right. He was the key that started my heart. He was the key that made heart beat again. "Collen" was the key to my everything.
It started in 6th grade in a math class. We were watching a movie and our classes joined together like little children around a campfire to watch it. I was seated by one of my dearest friend. We were quite the little trouble makers at the time. So caught up in the fun little did I realize that we had gotten a new kid in Math. It changed my world but I didn't know it at the time. I will not dare say his name for fear that it might hurt me. Let's make one up shall we...How about Collen. Okay so "Collen" was the new kid in school. He was a bad boy with his devilishly tight black pants and worded T's. Ha! he even has black fingernail polish! Collen was tall,tan, and deadly. He had the most wonderful and graceful eyes. Like he had walked this earth for enernatiy and still hadn't found anything that captured his soul. Collen was of course not my type...at the time. Even though he was kinda weird and out there girls secretly wanted him. i soon became one of those girls. We would fight with each other like world war 3 had broken out. I ended up winning everytime ofcourse. Hatred was the fire that drove us together. We hated each other long before the love was ever there. He just made me soooo mad sometimes that I couldn't look at him! But in my heart I longed for him to love me. To make the first move. I always wanted his lips to say those magic words...those 3 words people wait there whole lives just to heat from the one person they know will mean it. The "I love you" of a life time. After awhile we eneded up going out. It was weird at first but we managed. Soon we were madly inlove with each other. I couldn't help myself. What had I done to deserve such a wonderful and glorious gift? What had a girl from Dallas done to get a guy like him? I still ask myself that to this very day. The awnser is nothing. I had done nothing at all of value. God must have made a mistake. And A big one indeed. From head to toe he didn't look like much but on the inside he was everything. He was the world I stood upon. The gravity that kept my feet on the ground. The fire that burned in my soul. He was my life. Silly of me to think of such things so soon I mean I was only 12/13 years old at the time. But I had seen love before and i wanted more than anything to feel that way. I first saw love when I was 9. The pure intensity of it was unbarably terrific. Feeling like a peeping tom I continued to watch to total in awe. Amazed by the way they looked at each other. The lovely couple held hands without saying a word. Their faces said it all. Her face was glowing like someone had placed a florecent bulb behind her tiny little frame. Her smile was big from ear to ear. The mans face was edgey and hard but at the same time full of life with the softness that can only be imagened. He looked at her like she was the best thing he'd ever seen...like God came down on a horse from haven and gave her to him. The lady's eyes said much more than a book could ever hold. The eyes of a lover were no match for his. They burned into him..into his soul. I could see that. I know it sounds a little far fetched for a 9 year olds mind but I was strangely more develpoed in the thinking department than most adults were. I'll write more tommorrow. That memorie will forever be burned into my mind. If I could keep one memory I would most definatly choose that one. What's sad is that things like that don't last long. No one knows why but they just never seem to last. The day that lady went was the worst day of my 9 year old life. I couldn't imagine what the man was going through. That man...the man I knew soo well lost the only thing he loved in the entrie world. She was the only thing he could be proud to call his and still feel guilty at the same time. His love was gone forever. You could see everything in his eyes and face. Instead of warmth and Endless love, his beheld terrifying things. They screamed for this to all be a dream. The angery firceness was trying to beat it's way through his eyes as he statred to cry. The unloved gentlemen turned his face to the side to see me. Ugh, Just awful I thought to myself when I saw his scruffy face. It was that of a pained child. Like the ones from Africa that you see on Tv all the times. But this, this was the slightest bit different. When he stopped crying I knew his heart along with his eyes...would never be the same. Later that day he got to talking to me more and said that it was like God had taken the angel he'd sent and brought her home. He brought her home. That's all he said for about 5 days while laying in bed just waiting for her to walk through that front door. We all knew she wouldn't come. But I was the only one who helped him. Life went on and he taught me a thing or two about love and life. His stories jsut went on and on. I didn't mind one bit, I kinda like them. After all that I'd thought I had seen and heard it all. You know felt the joy and pain of love. I was wrong terribly worng. I may have thought I knew it all but when I met that boy everything I'd been taught shattered around me. Ugh, that boy. I knew that I'd love him forever when he said my name. Don't ask how or why...I just loved him. I felt deep in my heart that I was designed to love with every drop of being I had. With "Collen" I could now work right. He was the key that started my heart. He was the key that made heart beat again. "Collen" was the key to my everything.