So Much

This will be a quick post, but I just wanted to thank each and every person who was amazing enough to leave a comment on one of my posts. You all have no idea how much I appreciate all of your reactions. My eyes swelled up with tears and my heart raced while reading many of them. I will visit each and every one of your blogs and write about how I feel. I will also respond to all of your comments. I had a very rough week and that is why I was not able to respond very quickly, and I apologize for that. I don’t want to rush anything I have to say to you all so that is why I want to really sit down and take the time to read all your blogs because that is what you all deserve. I will be doing this very soon, and I cannot wait to learn more about all of you. Thank you again and I look forward to speaking to you all in the near future.

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Happiness?

“The happiest you’ve ever seen me is a smile you never saw?”

Sarah Bloom (Kate Hudson) | Wish I Was Here

Movies mean the world to me. They are one of my 4 passions in life. Movies have the power to change your outlook on reality and make you feel a way that everyday life cannot. Something I like to do is write down my favorite quotes from all the different movies that I watch. I am a self-declared movie buff, so expect to see a lot of quotes in the future. This specific quote is from the movie, Wish I Was Here. I would definitely recommend adding this to your watch list, because it is an incredibly relatable movie with a heartfelt plot, and just the right amount of comedy. And the scene that surrounds this quote is a very powerful scene that I tend to think about from time to time. I hope you all listen next time you watch a movie and writer down your favorite movie quotes. At the end of each blog about quotes I will leave a message to comment with your favorite quotes. I’d love to hear them and add them to my repertoire.

Please comment with some of your favorite movie quotes! ^-^

Friends and Challenges

I discussed how friendship will be a vital part of this blog on my last post and I will also discuss the topic of friends and challenges this time around. We all have friends, and there will always be a time when we need to be there for them. And we hope that they would be there for us as well. But when do things become too much to handle? When do you give up? My answer is never, but that has been tested time and time again throughout my life. Here is a story about an old best friend of mine and what he went through a few years ago, and how I tried my best to help him.

There are many things in life that could be difficult to handle or understand. How we deal with these situations that are put in front of us will help us grow and possibly help us to realize things about ourselves that we may have never known. We often look at others with a predisposition towards them and not for any good reason, but because that’s how we act as human beings. But, in all honesty, we cannot tell everything about a person just by looking at them. Sure, that sounds cliché but it’s true and it can be seen everywhere. Some people face more hardships then others and some people react negatively to certain situations but that doesn’t make these people bad or good, it’s just a part of life. So, where am I going with all of this? Well, I have faced some difficult challenges in my life, some that I have overcome and others that I have still yet too, but I still have hope. The list could go on for an eternity but I will choose something important and close to my heart. About 6 years ago, a good friend of mine once had a very serious fight with his girlfriend and things escalated very quickly. In the heat of the moment, and without going into detail, he threatened to ‘kill’ her and her family on their house voicemail. He was then arrested and sent to a police precinct nearby. He spent the night in the empty cell with his parents across the hallway from his cell. Now, he was very shaken up by this and even though it wasn’t a very long time in the cell itself, he won’t soon forget about this. Her parents pressed charges against him and he had to attend court. His lawyer actually wanted him to plead insanity and he was nearly going to agree to this. He didn’t realize what that would entail for his future. I’ve known this kid since fourth grade though, and I know everything he said on their voicemail was just an absolutely horrible reaction to the end of a two year relationship with his first ever girlfriend in his life. That did not change the fact that he shouldn’t have done any of this in the first place. I honestly wish he would have talked to me beforehand about what he was going to do. Regardless, I wanted to be there for him. Eventually after a few appearances in court, which I attended with him, both parties reached a resolution. There was to be an Order of Protection, for 500 feet, out against him except during school and classes. This devastated him, however, being that he was still in love with her. This was the most difficult for him to overcome. So, here is where things got worse. He started experiencing suicidal thoughts. I was extremely worried of his health and well-being and he was one of my best friends at the time, so I couldn’t let him follow through with anything dangerous or in the worst-case scenario, fatal. So, I wasn’t sure of what to do at first, but I developed a plan. I decided that if I was around I could both, keep an eye on him, and keep him company while helping getting his mind off things. So, for a week I practically lived at his house to make sure that he was alright. I would also go on walks with him and go out to stores and places to keep him busy. It wasn’t easy because it wasn’t like hanging out with your best friend. It was making sure that he doesn’t try to hurt himself and that you need him to get better so that he can continue on with his life. This was very difficult for me at that age. I was still developing myself and I have never been in a situation like this. But thankfully things got better with time. It was slow, and gradual but it was still better. After spending a little over a week with him. He realized he still had people that cared about him, like myself, and that he had much to live for. To this day, I don’t think he doesn’t think about her but he’s alive and breathing and still has his future ahead of him, and that’s all I can ask for. Looking back there may have been some things I would have done differently to prevent all of this, but I am satisfied with how things turned out in the end. I also learned that when I look at someone, that just how they look may really not be how they fell. There is always more to a person and after a situation like this, I’m happy to help others in any way that I can. And not only did I overcome a difficult situation, I learned a valuable lesson on how to appreciate everything I have and on how to be the best friend I can be with everyone who cares about me enough to consider me one. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

 

 

Poetry

So, not all my posts have to be about past relationships featuring girls I’ve dated or been with. A friendship is a relationship also. So this post will be about one of my best friends Ahmed. What’s nice is that I can actually use his real name. This will also not be the last post about friends of mine, just so you all know. There are many different kinds of relationships and I intend to explore them all.

Ahmed I’m Glad You’re Not Dead

By Ronald Bolosan

My dearest Ahmed,

Have I ever once said?

Since our childhood now,

That I’m glad you’re not dead?

Something we all know,

Is that you’re Egyptian.

And you’re always able,

To give me a conniption.

But you drive me to class,

Without a complaint.

Plus you’ve never once claimed,

That you were a saint.

Which neither of us are,

Especially with girls.

I’m almost worried to see,

What the future unfurls.

We could watch anime all day,

And read memes all night.

Thank the good lord,

We’ve never had a real fight.

Because I don’t really feel,

Like breaking a bone.

And the end result,

Would me being alone.

Which makes me still wonder,

Why we didn’t talk for those years.

Maybe it had to do,

With my Middle School fears.

But its one thing I regret,

Because we’d be more close.

But we turned out all right,

We each had a good enough dose,

Of one another,

Over the days.

It’s no wonder that,

People think that were baes.

We can talk about life,

And have some discussion.

And our personal opinions,

Have no repercussions.

Because you’re a good person,

And I’ve always known this.

No matter how you think,

Your soul is not an abyss.

I have no doubt of your kindness,

And truly good soul,

Especially when I look,

At you as a whole.

You’re my friend, my pal,

My companion, my brother.

And there is no way,

You’d be replaced by another.

And I may mock you,

Even make fun of your life.

But all that I say,

Should come with no strife.

It’s in good fun of course,

But you’re a true friend.

And I hope that won’t change,

Until my life’s end.

 

 

 

You Never Forget Your First

You never forget your first date, your first kiss, or your first love. What I have for you today is a creative writing piece about my first love. This was not my first date or my first kiss, but it was without a doubt, my first love. This was, however, her first date and her first kiss, and I would hope, I was her first love. There will be plenty of entries about this girl and how important she was in my life. I’ll never forget her. I hope you enjoy the piece as much as I enjoyed writing it through a veil of tears.

My heart is beating, and it’s not the usual rhythm of thumping that I’ve become accustomed to. Blood is coursing through my veins and I can nearly feel it travel through me. My legs are trembling as I stand and wait. I look around anxiously, but everything is a blur. All that I can identify are the flashing lights that are there to guide me through the night. My glasses are in my pocket, begging for me to grasp them and place them on my face, but my hands are shaking and miniscule drips of sweat are trickling down my forehead. I can’t breathe. It’s almost as if I’m holding my lungs with my bare hands and squeezing tighter than my clenched jaw already is, as I stand here in disbelief.

She looked amazing. I can’t help but to notice how the wind pushes her hair to one side of her shoulder as she opens the door to the lobby. Some rain droplets from outside have taken up residence on the individual strands of her long black hair. She spots me while I still admire her red velvet blouse and jean shorts that cover a small amount of her smooth olive skin. “Hey!” she yells out, and my lips prepare to speak but are so dry that my words topple over each other to form what sounds like a distant whisper. She moves closer and we begin to talk. Our words are muffled by the dull roar of the other patrons in the room and the sounds of the kids smashing buttons in the arcade nearby. After some catching up, I hand her a ticket, and for a mere instant our hands touch. My chest tightens. Her lips curve upward into a faint smile and we continue to the snack bar.

My senses are overwhelmed with the smell of warm butter and popcorn. I need to satisfy my growling stomach, and my barren desert of a mouth. I grab my snacks and we begin to walk toward the showroom, as I try not trip over my own feet. Some empty seats call out to us and we slowly sink into the leather. We were as close to each other as we could comfortably be. Time races by for what feels like an instant and the room goes black. It’s over.

I remind my legs how to stand while, I offer her my hand. The warmth of her palm lingers throughout my entire body. As we walk through the familiar gray halls my mind can’t help but wonder what was to come. I press upon the cool glass door and wait a moment for her to walk by. The scent of lemon and strawberries dances up my nostrils as she passes. The rain outside creates a delicate pitter-patter on the sidewalk. I gaze into her soft onyx eyes which suddenly begin to close. The last thing I see as my eyelids shut are her lips pursed together. She rises up on her toes as I arch forward and our lips meet for the first time. I will never forget this moment.