[Jthreesixteen]

The Valentine Wish
By Adam M. Quinn


As Valentines day nears I find my heart is filled with pain. I look around and see all these happy couples. I wonder silently how many will be together next year. This is a time filled with anger for me. I have never felt comfortable on this day. Sometimes during this time of year I want run away. I want to get into my car and drive as far away, as fast as I can. I want to find a place that doesn’t know of this day.
This day has always been filled with pain for me. It haunts me every time it comes around. I have many memories of this day, memories that really do not make since to me. On such memory comes from when I was 8 years old.
I was in second grade at the time. We had a valentine exchange. There were many people in my class, and although we had valentines for everyone, I had one special one, for one special person. Her name was Jackie, and to me she was the most beautiful girl I could have known. The card was a general card, it only said “Will you be mine?”, but there was an underlined meaning to it. It said out loud what my heart cried every time I saw her. The part I remember most was when she read that card. She looked at me and smiled, and said “thank you, and no I will not be yours” and giggled and walked away. I know that she didn’t realize the purpose behind that card, and was just playing along like it was a joke, but still I felt a shot through my heart like nothing I had ever felt.
My next memory comes from 4th grade. It was valentines day, and even though we didn’t have our normal exchange I still had a valentine for one special person. This girls name was Heather. I left it at school, it was right before the bell rang to go home. I had asked her if she would be my girlfriend, and to circle yes or no. I saw her pick it up, and read. She picked up a pencil and looked at me, smiled a sickly sweet smile, and circled her answer. She took it over to my desk, looked at me again, kissed the valentine and put it down, and left for the day. I was bursting, I was so sure I knew the answer, before I left I ran to my desk and picked up the card….and my world came crashing down. Not only had she circled no, but she had wrote really big out to the side “YEAH RIGHT, LIKE THAT WOULD EVER HAPPEN”. I crumbled the valentine and through it away.
My next memory comes from 8th grade. It was again Valentines day. It was right after lunch and it was an unusually warm day. So the teachers gave us the chance to go outside for a little while for some fresh air. I was talking to a friend when I saw a girl that I knew looking at me and smiling. Her name was Natasha. I had known her since the third grade, and we had been good friends for a while, and we had always talked to each other when ever we saw each other. This day was a little different though. She was in a group of her friends, and they were talking, and her friends kept looking at me and giggling, while she was talking, and looking at me and smiling. Well before time to go in, she came over to me, and started talking. She asked my friend to give us a little privacy because she wanted to talk to me about something very important. So he left. Now, to make this a little more clear, I had known Natasha since 3rd grade, and had had a crush on her since 4th. So when she came over to me and asked me if I would be her boyfriend. I said yes. At that point she looked at me and said in the sweetest voice I’d ever heard “I’m sorry, I don’t date losers”. I was crushed. I went home early that day, and I cried. Someone that I had considered a friend, even before I like her had destroyed that friendship, and trust.
My last memory comes from my junior year of high school. I was on the bus, and was heading home from school. I looked out the back window and saw two of my friends who were dating at the time, Rick and Michelle, and they had just gotten home. They looked so happy together. Rick picked up Michelle and carried her into her house, and I had heard they had plans that night, reservations at a very expensive restaurant, and a movie that Michelle had wanted to see. It was something that I really wished I had. I sat there on that bus that night, and prayed to God, just to give me something like that, and he did. It was no more than two weeks later when I met Melissa.
Melissa and I had a great relationship. We had become very good friends at first, really. We had what some might call a perfect relationship. We never fought, we agreed on pretty much everything, and what we didn’t agree on we compromised on quickly. People thought that I was unhappy, but they weren’t seeing her and I together. They were seeing us when we were with a large group. Her and I were the same in that way, we couldn’t stand being in large groups. Whenever there were a lot of people around her and I couldn’t even have a conversation. It was just the way we were. We couldn’t talk with a lot or people around. Others mistook that as us being distant from them as well as each other. But they never saw us, together, and just us.
We dated for months, we went to prom together, our first kiss was in a perfect setting, under a beautiful tree in the park, and then we broke up harshly. Over a few weeks some things happened, and she started seeing someone else, because I couldn’t always be there for her. Our relationship ended just like that. It wasn’t on a valentines day, but it started with a prayer on that fateful day.
This year I want a new memory. I want a memory o f love, and joy. I want a memory of happiness that won’t only cause me pain to remember. That is my wish this year. That love will abound, and we will all share that love with one another. Let all the pain from past experiences leave us and never cross our minds again. My valentines wish is that we all love one another, we let the person beside us know we love them, and we let those who have never known love experience it for the first time.
Little Children, Love one another.

The End

[GMartin2R]

wow,

that's kinda one of those things that makes you say ouch...

i feel sorry for the guy.

[slap_j]

Are your stories always like that.

[Jthreesixteen]

Originally posted by slap_j
Are your stories always like that.

No, not all of them, just the ones that have bad experiences conected to them.....



[QUOTE]wow,

that's kinda one of those things that makes you say ouch...

i feel sorry for the guy.[QUOTE]


It wasn't written to have people feel sorry for. (No offense man) it was to show everyone that what you do effects everyone around you, and that you need to show everyone love, or it can effect them in more ways than you will really ever know. I myself am guilty of not doing that, and I needed to learn that as well, and God laided this story on my heart, and I wrote it, and He taught me through writing it that we should all Love one another every day of the year no matter what they have do to us, or how different they are from us, or how much better we think we are. It's just a story promoting love for thy neighbor. Please don't feel sorry for me about it, it was never intended that way. But still thank you for the post and everything.


God Bless


Jthreesixteen