Jenna Bean
When I was 10-years-old, I gave my mom a note that said, "You are a bich!" and she laughed and showed me my mistake.
When I was 10-years-old, I gave my mom a note that said, "You are a bich!" and she laughed and showed me my mistake.
One of my best friends in high school killed himself after the only girl he ever asked out turned him down at the risk of being less popular, which is a shame because he would have been the best first boyfriend I ever had.
I realized how different we were when our laptops were sitting side by side, hers a pristene piece of plastic, mine a well loved, battered tool with stickers, scratches, and character.
The night I was in the hospital was the night I fell for the boy I had only known a week.
She ended our three-and-a-half year relationship on New Year's Day by telling me she never loved me, so I took back the engagement ring I had been carrying in my pocket and used the money to by a 55-inch plasma television.
When I realized you had a can of Chef Boyardee as a backup dinner for our first date, I knew I would love you.
My mom always joked that I could get a tattoo if it said, "I love Mom," so I made her hold my hand when I got it.
He'll never know how moving it was for me to watch him write "love" on his arms because I'll never tell him how many years I've spent carving hate into mine.
Dreaming of one person for hours straight can, and will, lead to delusions.
I got married at 16 because I was pregnant, at 21 because I was rebounding, at 29 because I was in love, and at 45 because I was an idiot, but this time, at 56, I'm marrying for money.
Since he died, I haven't been able to enjoy hugs at all.
If I hadn't sent him the link to a one sentence story after we broke up, then I might not be sitting here next to him and pregnant with his baby.
It's not every day you turn on talk radio to hear the boy you loved trashing the time you spent together.
I went to my first gaming convention when I was fifteen and felt not unlike the ugly duckling who found the swans that he belonged with, except possibly in reverse.
As I closed the door on my apartment for the last time, I realized that any love I've had for a person pales in comparison to the love I have for that place.
I wrote a note to him in binary saying I thought I loved him.
We met because he'd hit me in the back of the head with his trombone slide.
Cheating on my boyfriend with a gorgeous French man wasn't all it was cut out to be.
In a move of classic "girlyism," I Googled wedding photographers in your hometown, just in case.
When my wife's only comment to my former mistress was "Thanks for taking care of him while I was away," I knew that I would never again be unfaithful .
And after I confessed my love for him, he stated that he was flattered and we changed the subject.
I don't care if your last name is a word for a genital condition, I still love every little thing about you.
I would have never have met my true love if it weren't for my sudden desire to plant turnips.
As my father passed by the closet, I prayed she wouldn't sneeze.
Seventeen years later, I fell in love with the man who, when he was twenty and I was five, would let me come to his apartment to play Super Mario Brothers while my parents grocery-shopped.
She started the conversation with "I think you should date other women," and ended it with "Yes, I'll marry you."
When I got back the textbook I loaned him, I flipped through every page hoping for a love note hidden in the margins.
As I skidded on a trail of pee on the hardwood floor, I realized I couldn't be with the one I love because I hate his dog.
I was ecstatic to see my husband NOT pour himself a drink when he got home from work.
Until I heard the words "Yes, her name is Lane," I didn't know his infidelity would hurt me so much.
The day after prom of this year, I found out that I was the only person out of all my friends that was still a virgin.
I blew out my knee making love to my fiance a week before I had to go to the recruiters office.
The most romantic moment of my life ended with the word "boner."
He sat down next to me in the second row and taught me how to play Go in Latin class.
It was clear when he gave me his dog tag that it wasn't just about sex anymore.
"Why don't you ever get anything done around here?" she asked me after I spent two hours watching her watch TV and play on her computer, while I did the taxes and fetched her drinks, cigarettes, and snacks.
Because he killed himself, I was able to fall in love.
I've been watching all the movies you wanted me to see when we were together.
My ex-girlfriend is engaged to my boyfriend's twin brother.
I think my mom would be surprised to hear that my boyfriend of almost 1 year and I haven't had sex yet, even though we've slept in the same bed many times.
I'm ninety-six pounds and my boyfriend won't let me eat cake.
My boyfriend's mother looked longingly at her niece's pregnant belly and sighed heavily before casting a sideways glance in my direction.
Had I known it would've been our last night together I wouldn't have cancelled our date.
I asked her to tell me what the song meant, but a few weeks later she showed me.
I just told my boyfriend of three years that I am leaving him for the alluring woman downstairs.
He asked me if I would still file his taxes for him after I told him I didn't think I loved him anymore.
I missed my girlfriend so much that I racked up 4,000 minutes of talk time on my cell phone that month.
When I tell people I'll be getting married at 22, they look at me as if they expected me to be more intelligent than that.
He said "Do you think you could help me with this riddle?" as he smiled and took my hand.
I was wondering about my sexuality, but when she smiled at me, I started planning how I was going to come out to my mom.
I was 14 when I grasped my fathers lifeless hand and realized I didn't hate him after all.
If you thought getting dumped in a text was bad, I just learned he ended our relationship through Facebook.
It was only after I shattered the chocolate heart that I wondered if allegories worked outside of literary works.
I was sure my face was going into the toilet, but then he caught me and my heart at the same time.
I told my husband I wanted a new, simple wedding band because the 1.3c diamond I wear is not a symbol of our love but of my greed.
I've had a crush on him for nine years and last night he finally kissed me.
As I opened the hotel room door to go meet him in the lobby, I knew that at that precise moment I was about to ruin my marriage.
With all the tags for "college" I finally feel connected to my age group.
Our hug may have only lasted for ten seconds, but my smile has lasted for weeks.
Though I glared at her when she took my phone from me, I now see she was merely insuring I wouldn't call someone and make myself seem like a giggly drunken idiot.
On her deathbed, she reached for my hand despite not knowing exactly who I was and with a thin but honest smile, asked, "However did you escape?"
Mom and Dad were separated prematurely as teenagers by her father, and it took a lifetime, several marriages and children for them to find each other again and be happy.
"You're way, way over-dramatic," was what the text read.
I started to have a panic attack about not really being in love with him anymore, but I still continued to make our wedding registry.
Sadly, my 6 year old son has a love life that outruns mine by light years.
The girls are all grown up and now my husband is my boyfriend again.
Lots of things remind me of you, like paper-cuts, couples fighting in the supermarket, and oil spills.
It's been over a year and sometimes I still read his love letters like it's the first time I've ever read them.
He wouldn't let me kill myself the night he told me he didn't love me, but he never called after that to see if I was still alive.
When I thought of how much my friend has done for his girlfriend, I realized how ugly Helen of Troy must have been that there was only a war because of her.
She thought I was looking at myself in the mirror, but I was actually flirting with another girl from across the room whose ass and eyes I caught in the reflection.
As his favorite song played on my mp3 player, I realized why he tried to kill himself.
Eyeing the intriguingly attractive girl in line, it took me a moment to remember that it's almost impossible to find lesbians in birth control clinics.
"Staying together for the kids" gained a whole new meaning last night.
During the 90 minutes he was in our arms, his mother and I loved him a lifetime.
In less than 24 hours, I found out he constantly dropped ecstasy, cheated on me by sleeping with his cousin's 15 year old best friend, fooled around with his best friend's sister, and that everything I knew in this world from the man I was ready to marry was a lie.
Every one of my many heartbreaks could have been avoided had you not waited until I was 32 to tell me you loved me.
I look at the food longingly as my stomach grumbles, knowing that he's controlled me for so long that the only thing I have control over in my life is the food I put into my mouth.
It was the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, when I wished for him to love me... if wishing on 11:11 ever worked it should've worked extra that morning.
I don't think he's noticed, but when I'm mad at him I don't wear his shirt to bed.
Even though it's been ten years and I'm visiting a town 100 miles away from where she lives now, I look at everyone passing by, hoping I'll see her.
The first time I saw her put maple syrup on her popcorn I knew I loved her.
His face turned a deep shade of red when his friend thought he had informed me of his buddy's hickie, when I was very aware it was from myself.
I was never able to kiss her goodbye because all of the little girls would have laughed at us.
I know I have nothing to worry about, but I still deleted her messages on his myspace.
My love for him deepened significantly when he offered to cosign my student loans.
Golf Widow makes me sad because she doesn't realize that every woman is a sister.
Hearing that she got engaged over the weekend, I decided it was time for me to stop regretting not kissing her that night six years ago and for her to start.
The girl I've had a crush on for six years asked me for advice and I told her to stay with her boyfriend because I knew that would make her happy.
I would've gone easier on him if I had realized he joined the fencing class for me.
I'm convinced that if I had just asked her to prom she wouldn't have moved away and we would be together.
To calm myself down, before I closed my eyes that night I said to myself, "You love him, he loves you, and that's all that really matters."
After just two months, I want to marry her but I still haven't even told her that I love her.
It's not particularly motivating when you're trying to write out how you feel about her, only to have iTunes find every song about failed love on your computer and play them in uncanny succession.
"Ya, 'sall good man," is not an appropriate response to a declaration of affection.
I find it ironic that each night I drive home to you, I pass the exit of the man you left me for.
When I called my friend after her husband died, I didn't think that she would end up consoling me.
During that five minute conversation, he gave me fourteen "I'm so sorry"s, seven "I'll never do it again"s, and three "What can I do to make it up to you?"s, and I gave him about nine sarcastic "mhm"s.
I took down the pictures of her, carefully looking at only the corners.
It was the third morning in a row she had awoken from the same dream and knew, as she looked at her boyfriend sleeping next to her, that dreaming about another guy shouldn't have felt so right.
He wants me to forget, but I can't even begin to forgive.
The girls always told me that I was persuasive, and then one told me it was just because I was a stuffed bear disguised as a boy.
It was only after adopting a cat that I realized I was more of a dog lover at heart.
He would kiss my forehead and move my hair from my eyes in a way that will be forever with me even though he is gone.