I have always been the sweet, inoccent, shy, respectful, giggly, sensitive, and caring girl. I always and sadly still, believe in fairy tales and happy endings. When I was in grade school, like all kids that age, I always had a boyfriend. The thing is, i always believe that one day I would marry that boy, have three kids, and be a teacher. Wow, that just sounds like every girls dream. But still, to this day I believe it..But don't most people?   __I finaley went to big high school in the eigth grade. I was smart, pretty, single, band geek, with many friends and still the same girl I always was. I never looked at anyone as a bad person until they have done me wrong.

There was a girl named Victoria and a boy named Andrew. Every day she would look at him at lunch and day dream until lunch was over. Every day she would hope that he liked her and Victoria was very brave.

So one day she walked up to him and said "do you like me" he said not even close. She said "do you think I'm pretty" he said not in a million years. Victoria was sooo upset she ran away but Andrew was too quick. He grabbed her arm and said you are so pretty you can never get prettier but I think you can find a way and I love you so much that I would do anything for you.

There was a blind girl who was filled with animosity and despised the world. She didn't have many friends, just a boyfriend who loved her deeply, like no one else. She always used to say that she'd marry him if she could see him. Suddenly, one day someone donated her a pair of eyes.

And that's when she finally saw her boyfriend. She was astonished to see that her boyfriend was blind. He told her, "You can see me now, can we get married?" She replied, "And do what? We'd never be happy. I have my eye sight now, but you're still blind. It won't work out, I'm sorry."

With a tear in his eye and a smile on his face, he meekly said, "I understand. I just want you to always be happy. Take care of yourself, and my eyes."

Love Means... (a girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)
Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me.
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.

It was my last year in college when I came in contact to Facebook .I was a very lazy student and a little rude and careless kind of boy. When I first joined Facebook I thought it was not useful for a person like me but slowly I also find it interesting like others I found many friends of mine whom I almost forgotten, some of them are in foreign.

Facebook helps me to re-connected myself with my friends and my relatives whom I am not able to be in connect because of my studies and busy life. But as I said I was a careless kind of guy so I hardly used Facebook. I only used it when I want to share something interesting or send any message to my friend. There were so many people in my friend list some are nice some are wired but a person is unique among all.

She was a girl maybe around my age as I have never seen her so I can’t tell you how she look and how much old she was. But I liked her, she was very good from heart she talk very nicely and in such a way that it gave me a feeling that make anyone feel special about themselves.

We start chatting formally but with time I was very much open to her. I usually share everything I can whenever I chat with her a feeling of happiness and encouragement runs in my veins. Actually I start liking her so much that I can’t able to express it in words.

One day I said all this to one of my good friend

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