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    There are only two ways to live your life. One is though nothing is a miracle. The other is though everything is a miracle.

-  Albert Einstein

     I also have a creative side to me when it comes to literature such as poetry, songs, and stories. I am unsure whether all of my creations are good but I still continue with them none the less because I believe that good or bad, in due time I will better my skills and eventually have more people to support my literature.

Here is a quick preview of a novel I am working on: She Wrote Me a Letter

     "I never was good with my words when it came to talking to her. I always had this funny feeling that every instance we talked that I was always saying something that she did not like or agree with. We would be talking about a certain kind of meal and what we both though about it, but when it came around to me expressing my feelings about the topic she would throw me a dirty look across the dinner table that made me feel like dirt. The only time we didn’t talk was when we would have sex at night, damn and those were the most amazing nights of my life. The romance, the passion, the love… So I thought at least. I honestly thought that everything was going smooth and that our lives were on the right path in life. We both were extremely happy with ourselves and our careers, it was time for us to take our relationship to the next step. I had my mothers old wedding ring from her and my father, they got divorced and she wanted me to have the ring my dad bought her to ask my girlfriend to marry me. I planned it all out, the night I was going to ask her to marry me, it was going to be the most memorable time of our lives together. I have been with her since we were both 17 years old. We both are now 22 years young, I would say old but the more I say it the more I feel old even only being 22. Everything between us started when we were young and in love with each other. I guess they are right about one thing though, time changes everything.

     She wrote me a letter, but told me I had to wait until the right moment to open it. She came up towards me with a rather prideful smile on her face, but even with that she kissed me on the lips and said “I Love you baby.” I set the letter down on the computer desk and we began to get intimate right then and there. She made me feel like there was nothing that could stand in my way, that the world was at my fingertips and everything was as good as gold. Because of her I felt complete, she was the one thing missing in my life until the day we met, my life changed because of her. She brought hopefulness to my live, she made me feel like I was wanted, she cared about me for me. I did not have to change to make her happy, and she was perfect the way she was. I could go on for days telling you about the romantic dates and getaways we had together, or the passionate love making we had, but at this point in my life it would no longer matter. She is now gone, and I am alone in the world without the love of my life.

This is what the letter said:

To my love Ryan,

If you are reading this letter than the worst has already come about between us. You know I love you and that I would do anything for you, but this I had to do for me. I am not happy with my life and I feel like I have nothing. The career I chose is one I am stuck with and not even what I want to do when I get older. I am afraid to take our relationship any further than it is because I am afraid of one day being left alone. Becoming like my mother is. I don't want you do die and me to have to live my life without you. I also don't want to take it any further because I don't want to have kids and end up being like her. I have only you, and I will forever love you and miss you. You were the best thing that ever happen to me in my life. I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you.

Your love,

Shawna <3

I was so confused by the letter, I knew it was over between us, but how could the love of my life be in such misery when things were going so great. How could she do this to me? She broke up with me for this? Why couldn't she just sit down and talk to me, I would have done anything she wanted just to make her smile. More and more questions filled my brain up and I could not stop thinking about her and how she felt, and what was going on. I was irritated by the letter because I knew that it was not the truth, I knew she loved me, I knew she cared, she was the only person in the whole world that made me feel some sense of happiness even though I knew I had a terrible life. I wanted to discuss with her why she wanted this, if there was something I could do for her to make her change her mind. I called. The phone rang, it continued to ring until it reached her voicemail. It made me mad that she was not home, I was desperate to get a hold of her. I did not want to leave a voicemail, so I figured I could write her a letter and take it to her apartment."