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How did you know

As soon as I took a seat on that Ferris-wheel, somehow you jumped right on, knowing that I needed some company that night. At first I frowned and said I wanted to be alone and I don’t ride with strangers. But then you laughed at me and took a seat anyway. We ended up talking and I was glad we rode together. How did you know that was just what I needed? When we got off the Ferris-wheel you asked if I wanted some cotton candy and I said, "Sure." We ended up eating two big ones. How did you know? How did you know that I love cotton candy?



When you got the nerve to ask me out on a date for the first time, instead of picking the traditional classic ‘dinner and a movie’, you took me on a walk around the lake and we both got to feed the ducks. That was the first time you held my hand. When your fingers touched mine, my heart beat a thousand times faster. I felt a rush running up and down my spine and chills all over my body. My hands were shaky, I think you noticed that because you smiled—that smile that you give when you know something, a secret. It took me about thirty seconds to realize I had that big stupid grin spread across my face. I remember your hands under mine and bread in the center of my palms, you whispered in my ear, “It’s alright, they won’t bite.” I giggled because I thought it tickled when the baby duck ate out of my hand. You simply shook your head and smiled at me. That smile that I have to keep on telling myself to breathe every time I see it.



I remember when I didn’t make the cast list for the play I auditioned for, you were there for me. You held me close as I cried, and you told me that everything was going to be okay, and I would get another chance soon. Then you took me out to get some ice cream. You made me get vanilla instead of chocolate because you thought I needed to try something new. After about twenty minutes of convincing, I finally gave in. I smiled and without a doubt, admitted that I loved it. You smiled, kissed my forehead, and said “I knew you would.” How did you know that? How did you always know what to do to make me smile?



That one time when I had to cancel our date two hours in advance. Something important came up and I had to babysit. I was ready for you to be mad at me—But no: You were so understanding, and it was almost unreal to me. You showed up at my doorstep with some Mac ‘n Cheese and two Disney classics, Peter Pan and The Aristocats. You wanted to help me babysit, and we watched the movies together with the kids. You didn’t mind at all. Why were you so understanding?



That Saturday, we were going home from the art museum you had taken me to. You stopped in the middle of nowhere, took my hand, and told me to follow you. We stopped at this huge apple tree, and as I reached for the apple within my reach, you stopped my hand. You climbed as high as you could and got me the apple from way up there. You told me apples that apples were within reach weren’t always good. You said apples were at the top were hard to get but it were worth it, and that they were always the best, and that I deserved the best. You were right about the apple tasting better. It was the best apple I’ve ever had. And in that apple, I realized I tasted love, and that I was in love with you. I was teary, and you laughed at me for being such a girl. Then you pulled me to your chest, lifted my chin, and kissed me.



Our first fight was over something silly. I don’t even remember what it was about. But what I do remember is that it was mostly my fault. I remember hanging up on you, slamming the door in your face, and yelling over the phone. How were you always so calm and never yelled at me? I remember crying. And when I got home, I opened the door, and the words 'I'm Sorry' were written out with candles on the floor. You came up from behind me with two boxes of cotton candy. How did you always manage to win my heart?


It was track season again, and you had to get in shape. I remember begging you to come and wake me up to go on a morning run with you. You told me that I wouldn’t be able to handle a three-mile run, but I begged and begged and did my best to convince you. Then the next morning you were at my house at 4:30 AM. I was so excited, but I complained that I had no make up on. You kissed my eyelids, messed my hair up a little, and told me I looked beautiful anyway. I was so excited, I told you that this three-mile run is no pressure and that was sure I could keep up with your all-star, long-distance running legs. But then to my disappointment, after one mile I was so out of breath. You laughed, and we found a bench. I sat and waited for you to finish the rest of your run. After that, I refused to go running with you, but sometimes you convinced me to walk with you the first mile, and that I was always willing to do.



But you’re not here anymore. I heard somewhere that sometimes when something too painful happens, we force ourselves to forget and trick ourselves into believing it never happened. I guess whoever said that was right, because I don’t even remember what happened. The only thing I can recall was riding in the ambulance holding your hand and… and everything else was a blur. I’m sorry that sometimes I could be a real pain and that I hurt you¬—I didn’t mean to. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. Every day I spent with you was my new favorite day. You taught me love. You believed in me when no one else did. You had faith in me when I didn’t even have faith in myself. I can still hear your soft whisper ringing in my ear, “Don’t be afraid to dream, and live. You have a big heart that will take you further than the Himalayas.” How did you know that? We have so many memories, and I promise I’ll never forget them. You are a part of me now. I love you, always and forever. Rest in peace my angel.



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NKsunshine said...
Oct. 21, 2011 at 6:44 pm:
This was beautiful!! I cried and cried and then still cried(: this is awesome!!
 
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haha4579 said...
Oct. 17, 2011 at 6:46 pm:
I love thiis! It's painfull and it is the true end to love. Death is always the end of love. Some people tell you in the world nothing last forever, but love does, and in this story you show how love isn't just something for us to say, its true. Yes there are a lot of stories like this and that is because they are showing love in its final matter! You have great skills and I love this piece!! 
 
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Wolf_Warriorz said...
Oct. 16, 2011 at 4:02 pm:
If you set your mind to writing something even vaguely original, it would be good. You have natural talent, don't waste it on stories like this. This is typical, cliche, and terrifyingly unrealistic. No plotline whatsoever. The only personality in this is the shallowness of the girl. The guy with no faults is an ideal who would never exist. I've read pretty much this exact storyline six billion times. Your writing skills are decent, and have a lot of potential. This story does not. Really work... (more »)
 
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MauraThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 14, 2011 at 10:41 pm:
Oh my goodness. that was sooooo beauiful!!!! I cried, and cried, and maybe cried a little more!!!!!!!! There was so much emotion in it, and I loved it. I believe that things like this can truly happen.
 
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garthgirl8888 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 14, 2011 at 1:24 pm:
This was okay, but honestly I'm getting really tired of the perfect-boyfriend/girlfriend-with-no-faults-who-dies-in-some-horrible-accdent-who-the-survivor-will-never-forget story. It's unrealistic and there aren't that many horrible accidents in the world. Plus, you always leave otu the parents. Are they not in the ambulance too? Good storytelling skills, though.
 
DifferentTeen replied...
Mar. 10, 2012 at 11:25 am :
I agree. It just seems too perfect.
 
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toschoolforcool said...
Oct. 14, 2011 at 8:50 am:
this was beautiful. i love this type of writing. the ending really surprised me, but it worked. it reminds me of the outsiders, where he quotes the robert frost poem, saying "nothing gold can stay". please keep writing :)
 
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sunshine04 said...
Oct. 14, 2011 at 3:59 am:
ur writing skills are amaing and it amade me cry
 
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flutastic said...
Oct. 13, 2011 at 5:20 pm:

oh my goodness. it was so happy at the beginning, and so sad at the end.good work with emotions. i actually believed this was true until i  saw that the genre read fiction.

 

 
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FlaviusJacobiusOssummuss said...
Oct. 13, 2011 at 12:15 pm:
Wow, truly five star quality work.  This is the first time you've written anything like this???  I've read work by professional romance writer's that weren't as good as this.  Nice job.
 
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amadorsoc14ssy said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 9:28 pm:
this made me cry. you are such an amazing writer
 
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soldout said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 4:44 pm:
When I realized he was "gone", my eyes actually watered. I think it's because yur new writing style... WORKS!!! I especially love how they didn't do anything inappropriate or awkward. It flowed, yu know? Dialogue would've been fine, but it's great that you posted it without coversations. It really gave the story a more touching feel to it. I'm favoriting this and giving it the full five stars!!! ;)
 
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clumsyteardropper said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 4:17 pm:
WOOAHHH!!!!!  that was friggin amazinggggg!!!!  a VERY well done story... continue in this style, please!
I TAGGED IT AS A FAVORITE!!!!!  you have just inspired me to write something in this kind of style!
it's... haha this is going to sound corny.... but just so dreamy, ya know what i mean?  it kinda makes ya jealous... you have just written "Mr. Right" for, like, nearly every girl out there ;)  PLEASE keep writing, i beg of you! :)
 
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Izzyharper said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 1:18 pm:
OH MY GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD thts god btw. Its sooo good. Keep writing because u'll become a nature real soon if not already :)
 
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ashleyn said...
Oct. 11, 2011 at 6:03 pm:
That was crazy fantastic! It's the best thing I've read in a long time and your writing is inspirational! never stop! (:
 
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KenzyK said...
Oct. 11, 2011 at 5:59 pm:
This is so good! You are an amazing writter and this made my eyes water. This was so thoughtful, it wasnt surprising to me that he was going to die, because all good things have to come to an end.
 
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ViralGirl said...
Oct. 11, 2011 at 11:27 am:
Oh, God.  I'm crying my eyes out.  This was so freaking gorgeous.
 
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zoid123 said...
Oct. 11, 2011 at 9:53 am:

That was amazing and so thoughtful. It spoke to me so much. I give it five stars.!!

 

 
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MangoZombieThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Sept. 22, 2011 at 12:29 am:
I'm not crying... I'm not crying... I told you I'm not crying... actually, I am. They should make this into a short movie or something
 
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nikkigonefishin said...
Sept. 19, 2011 at 12:57 am:
This seriously brought tears to my eyes. No other poem here on TI has done that to me before. Incredible imagery by the way:)
 
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