I was only eighteen years old when I first met Jonathan, and He was twenty-one. I met him at my house where he had come to dinner. I had already heard a lot about him from my older brother, David, because they were co-workers. They worked at a lumber yard together. David says they hit off right when they first met because their personalities were so much alike, and he was right.
When Jonathan came that first evening I was the one that opened the door for him, and right away I knew that I was going to like him. He smiled at me and said, "You must be Laura."

Claudia sighed and leaned her head in her hand as she looked out of the small window. Over-all she looked a little bit grave and thoughtful, but there was a sweet smile playing with the corners of her lips, and her grey-green eyes had a twinkle in them. She sighed again, rather gustily this time, and made a comical grimace as she said, "Will September the thirtieth ever come?"
And then she laughed as she read the letter through for the third time.

Therapy
Do you, 
Reader,
Moan or skim? 
Once you've figured, 
It's another pining, 
Romantic,
Longing, 
Poem all over again. 
Have I become cliche, 
In my day to day routine? 
My writing stale,
With the same message, 
"I want love, 
I want companionship, 
I'm strong,
But oh how I'm weak. 
I smile, 
But I cry, 
And because I'm alone, 
I while away the hours, 
Dreaming of my muse, 
Pathetically criticizing myself, 
For stupid human feelings."

For long I’ve sat and listened here,
In sun’s gold rays and moonbeams pale,
These mem’ries held through many a year.
Come hark, and listen to my tale.

“I keep forgetting,” Emily said while I was on my way out the door that night. “There’s a packet for you that Jerome left the night we went to Central Park.” She ducked behind the counter and pulled it out.
I took it from her. “Ah, I know what this is. Thank you for delivering it, Emily.”

I. Happy
A couple got engaged
on top of the rock where I
celebrated my birthday.
They picked up the rose petals
that he had laid down for her,
and when I walked by I saw them
looking at each other as if
no one else had ever existed,
and I have never seen
a person look at another person
quite like that.
It made me want to
build something beautiful
like they did.

I saw that a fellow APer did this, and I thought that since I'm new, this might be a good way for y'all to get to know me a little better.
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111 Questions
1)Are you really ready for 111 questions?
Umm, I don't know, I hope I am.
2) Where are you taking this test at?
At my dad's computer.
3) Was your last real relationship a mistake?
Never been in a relationship.
4) Who did you last say “I love you” to?
My grandmother, just a half-hour ago.
5) Do you regret it?
No way!
6) Have you ever been depressed?

Sixty-five roses in a vase by a bed,
The thirtieth birthday of a loved father-head.
A foster dad, a favorite big brother, 
A good Christian man, a true and faithful warrior. 

With Cystic Fibrosis his lungs slave away, 
The Doc said he might live to his eighteenth birthday. 
His cheerful countenance is loved by all,
Many memories are made with him to recall. 

The twelve-year-old girl laughed as she drew the reigns of her horse in, and tucked a strand of stray wavy brown hair behind her ear. Her pigtail braids were rather loose after her wild gallop across the fields.
"That was fun!" She said to her companion.
"Yeah, it was! I had always wanted to heard cows like that, and now I really have!"
"Me too! It makes me feel like a real cowgirl."

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