From: Delilah, not telling, here
To: Bubbly, not telling either, there

I am here
and you are there
cannot touch
cannot kiss
cannot hold each other
but in our hearts
and in our arms
when we are
together

Our hearts unite
in unison
our bodies meld
in motion
our minds surpass
the tests of time
and love now
is our emotion

The nite now comes
my eyes decrease
my thoughts
float out to you
Catch them please
just for me
and carry them in your heart
for when you are there
and I am here
then together
we will never part

From: Mallory, 21
To: My first real love

To my all and my everything…
I wish things hadn’t happened the way they did, but I want you to know -

Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away
I’ve never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams

I don’t know how you do what you do
I’m so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I’m amazed by you
(Lonestar)

I’m STILL amazed by you. I love you.

“Life is not about how many breaths we take, but about how many moments that take our breath away.”

From: Darla
To: …..

You are out there and I want you. I want to smile lovingly at you and tell you that you are wonderful. I want to caress your face and touch your shoulder and smooth your neck as I go by. I want to tell you in a million ways how deeply I love your scent, your touch, your voice. I love you and want to do everything for you. I want to follow you anywhere in the world and be yours forever. I want to be old beside you and sometimes have nothing to say. I want to feel you in my heart, my mind, my soul. I want to know you and yet always be learning you. I want to long for you when we are far apart and know that you are also longing for me. I want to know that when a love song plays that it is pail compared to our love. I love the idea of you and I want to love you.

you can lead a yak to water, but you can’t teach an old dog how to make a silk purse out of a pig in a poke

From: Stefan Frank, 26 years, Aargau, Switzerland
To: Karima Banhar, 22 years, Casablanca, Marokko

My Honney

You remeber when I saw you first time. It was in La Bodega. You was with your stupid EX-Boyfriend, kissing and so on, but for me, the world around you was quiet. I didn’t see somebody else. Only your smile. I was bounded, and I still am. And then, to go in contact with you. Nearly impossible, but only nearly. Endly, your girlfriend took the number from me. AIAIAI. And one week later, you called me. It was not the love on the first view from your site. It was really difficult for me to come closer to you. Difficult to have a deep discussion. But the first smile, you gave to me. PENG.

The Time we spend was the best Time in my life. And there is no minute, im not thinking on you. I’m a bit stupit, you know this. But ok, noboy is perfect. We have a big challenge in front uf us. Your from Marocco, Muslim, in School, … Me, Im from Switzerland, Konfession less, Job, … But you know and I know, we have the chace to stay together. It will be difficult but we have the chance. We have to catch this chance. What we have is rar! I can think on you, and I start crying. Like now. I can take you in my arms, and there is a feeling, its better the Bungee-Jumping. Listen my honney, I will do everithing, too save our love. Just help me. Karima Banhar, I LOVE YOU.

Even if this is not the Top Lovestory here, im my life it is.

From: Mary, Detroit, USA
To: Keith, Detroit, USA

I made this note by hand with pens, markers and colored pencils on a small scrap of paper just for you Keith.
Mary

From: Lara Y.
To: Raymond B.

The Man

You are the man I desire to grow old with
I will return kisses in the morning until night,
I will share with you my dreams,
God will be our witness
and our guide,
My love
My friend
My confidante
the companion for the rest of my life
I always love and I will want
With all my heart.

Lara Ycaro
2007

From: That quiet girl, 17, Massachusetts
To: You, 17, Massachusetts

Please understand what I am about to say.

It breaks my heart.

I love you. I love you. I. love. you.

I never believed in love at first sight. I was a jaded teenager wrapped up in cigarettes and art and maintaining my high GPA. You have changed me in ways I thought I could not be changed, and it kills me that you don’t care. I would follow you to the ends of the earth, I would kneel at your knees and weep at the hardships you’ve had to bear throughout your short life, pain that I could never experience in a million years; but you don’t seem to care. I am anguished, I am tortured in love. We see each other four times a week, brushing by in our summer jobs, content to playful banter and quiet, fleeting conversation. What you dont see is that every time you walk by, bumping your hip against mine, is that I watch you walk away. I can see the scars across your skinny arms and legs, I can trace that place on your body where you’ve carved a message to the world. I allow myself to dream, for those precious five seconds, that you will turn around and meet my eyes.

You never do.

You talk to me daily, unaware that my answers have been carefully crafted over late, sleepless nights. Every question you might ask I’ve already thought of. Answered wittily. Became a person much cleverer and suave and worldly than I am, because I want to impress you. To be like you.

But the funny thing is, you’re the one person I can completely be myself with.

But you are not perfect. You are angry, you are fucked up beyond belief. But I’m here. I want to care for you. I want to hold you when you are weary, I want to cry when you are sad. I want those other girls in your life to fade into the background and become part of the crowd, and I want to stand out because to you, I want to believe, I am perfect. I am not too short or too round and plainfaced and short sighted with unmanageable hair. I am simply perfect.

And in exactly 22 days from the time of this note, if you still haven’t noticed me, then I’ll do it. On the last day in the picturesque little summer sea town where we met, I’ll kiss you by the big old maple where we first talked this year, when I got my favorite shirt dirty helping you do a job I wasn’t even on duty for. Maybe you’ll laugh at me, so bold and forthcoming where I am normally reserved. But maybe, just maybe, you will kiss me back. And you will say the words I’ve longed to hear since I used to watch you shuffle fast food back and forth many summers before:

I love you.
because I love you, too.

From: Citizens of Malaysia, - , Malaysia
Name: Malaysia, 50, Malaysia

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!

Merdeka!!

Happy 50th Birthday, Malaysia!

From: People in the Sun, Baltimore, USA
Ten years ago today we met. I already wrote about that day here, but ended that post with my date taking a cab back home.

I’ll never forget, the next day, seeing Honey sitting outside the tube station waiting for me (even though I was early). We sat outside a bar, across the street from the Dublin Castle and then we went to see Swingers. That’s our movie. We continued walking in Camden for a while and I asked her if she wanted to come over and watch TV. I swear that’s what I meant, too. I just figured she was fun and it would be fun to watch King of the Hill with her.

We then listened to music and didn’t talk much. Then “Broken Heart” started playing and Honey started to cry. And I said, “I’m going to regret this,” and I kissed her.

I’ve tried to analyze this moment for the last ten years, and historians will continue my unfinished work, but I’m still not sure why I said that or what made me kiss her, just like she’s not sure why she started to cry.

Did my kiss have anything to do with subconscious male chauvinism? Did I think she wanted me to kiss her because of some kind of male fantasy of a weak female saved by her superhero man? Did her tears make me feel stronger? Was my kiss meant to save my princess? That bastard Jung made me think about that. I read Man and his Symbols and realized maybe I didn’t kiss her because I was a sensitive man but because I was an arrogant pig like the rest of them.

But I can leave all of that for the historians. Whether she cried because the idea of going back alone to America was breaking her heart or because on King of the Hill Bobby was forced to smoke an entire carton of cigarettes doesn’t matter today. And whether I kissed her because I wanted to save her or because I wanted her to save me is also meaningless, after all. Because now, ten years later, the love of my life is smarter, funnier, and more beautiful than ever, and I’ve had the best ten years of my life, and our best days together are yet to come.

And she’s pregnant, too, which is really cool. And more than likely, I’m the father.

People in the Sun

From: Sheldon, 15, MI
To: Nicole, 20, MI

Hello Dien,
Why does it seem to be that I find the words to say long after we’ve departed? I don’t understand it. When you gave me that hug today, all I wanted was for you to never let go…but I didn’t realize it until I was home, sitting at this computer desk yet again.
Why do I find myself writing you letters everywhere? Why am I constantly stealing things from places to bring to you..when I know that you’ll never actually get them?
You know, I have a box of things for you. And about you. It’s been in my room since February. I told you about it once, but you didn’t seem to get the picture, I don’t think. You asked me about it later, and I told you it didn’t mean anything…I fell a bit stupid for it…
I don’t even know what to say about us anymore. It’s so hard for me to just be friends with you, when I want so much more. I know I always will. And yeah, you’re 20, but I really and honestly don’t care. I never have. Anyone who has a problem with it can choke themselves with a spork.
Seeing you is hard, but not seeing you is harder. And now you’re moving tomorrow, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Why didn’t you tell me the time was creeping up so fast? It hurts so bad, and I don’t think you can even fathom the magnitude of pain…
I see these love letters getting shorter, and I see the love of my life slowly slipping away. I see my family slowly drifting away from me, and I see the hate and discriminating I will always get…

Please stay happy, and keep in touch.

Sheldon