To All The Ones I've Loved Before: Part II

To All The Ones I've Loved Before: Part II

There was something different about my attraction to you.

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Dear J,

I remember meeting you in Home Ec. when we were in eighth grade. Our friendship developed immediately, and we just never stopped talking.

We were always causing trouble in class until Mrs. Jenkins eventually had to separate us just so she could get through the class.

When we started hanging out during early morning session and lunch, we became even more notorious for our adolescent antics.

You were always there to make me laugh even when I really didn't want to.

You never gave up on me even when I gave up on myself.

When T broke up with me after Christmas break, I didn't know how to handle it. T was my first relationship, and I thought we would end up getting married one day.

I am so glad we didn't get married.

You helped me through it all even when I was unbelievably difficult to be around.

When I get hurt, I don't grieve. Instead, I rebel, and this usually results in me losing friends.

I'm so glad I didn't lose you. You knew I was hurting and that I just needed some time.

Getting over T was exceptionally difficult, especially since we had class together. Seeing my first love being happy without me stung worse than getting attacked by wasps.

I thought I would never get over T. That is until I started falling for you.

I don't remember how it happened. You went from being my best friend to my best friend I had the world's biggest crush on.

It started off small, but then it hit me like a truck.

Suddenly, Home Ec. became the only class I looked forward to. I started getting extra excited about early morning sessions and lunch.

I couldn't get you out of my head no matter how hard I tried to focus on other things.

Whenever I wasn't around you, all I could think about was how much I wished you were right there with me.

Whenever I was around you, I was a mess and a half.

I would get so frustrated with myself. When I thought of you as just a friend, conversation flowed like a calm river, but once I developed feelings for you, my stomach would fold over on itself like ocean waves during a storm.

I never told you any of this because I knew I would lose you. Eventually, I got over you, and our friendship went back to the way it was. I think it was for the best.

I wish we still talked to each other, but I know you're out there doing amazing things. I hope life brings you nothing but sunshine and happiness like it brought me when I had you in my life.

Love,

Sarah

P.S. Did you ever catch on when I wrote you that five-page "note" telling you how "thankful I was for our friendship?"

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To Everyone Who Hasn't Had Sex Yet, Wait For Marriage, It's The Right Move

If you have not had sex yet, wait.

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Premarital sex is not a new concept, no matter how much people like to pretend it is. You can trace scripture and historical texts back thousands of year to see that lust and fornication have been a problem since… well, since we humans have been problems.

They tell you in sex ed that sex causes you to form a bond with someone. They throw some big chemical names at you that are apparently in your body and cause that emotional attachment to happen, then you move on (or back to) how important condoms are and why STDs are so scary.

As a middle schooler or teenager, you can't understand what it means to become permanently connected to someone as a result of a quick, physical act.

If you haven't even had your first kiss, you really can't imagine what it's like to develop such a complex and intimate connection with someone because you have yet to feel the butterflies in your stomach from a kiss. So you really don't know what it's like to have a whole different type of feeling in your stomach.

You never forget your first love. It's one of the most cliche things you consistently hear, but it's true. Ask anyone. I guarantee your parents can still spurt out their first love's name in a few seconds. And most people never forget their first time. I know all my friends can recount that often awkward and slightly terrifying moment as if it happened an hour ago. When you mix those two, especially if you are in your teens, oh boy.

You never forget that. No matter how hard you try.

Everything you hear about sex is true: it's amazing, fantastic, life-changing, etc. There's a reason people have done it as frequently as they do, for as long as they have. But every time you sleep with someone, you leave a piece of yourself with them. Every time you choose to take that final physical step with someone, you cannot go back and collect that piece of your dignity and soul that you left with someone.

So, imagine what happens when you break up with someone you've slept with. Or that you just hooked up with. You have given someone a little slice of yourself forever. And you can never get it back. And imagine what happens when you do that multiple times. You give a piece of yourself to five, 10, 15, 20 or more people. Then you meet the person that you want to spend forever with. And you no longer have that whole part of you. You've given pieces away, and you can no longer give those to the love of your life.

So, save those pieces for your future spouse.

If you have not had sex yet, wait. If you have, consider not giving more pieces of yourself away to people who are not your spouse. Sex was created to be between two spouses, nobody else. So we need to try to maintain its integrity.

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Santa tell me

Because I've been wondering

If I open up

And by open up

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Or a bottle of wine

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It's perfect

Sometimes it's tainted with guilt

But it's kind

It's scared

But still kind

And it's looking for hope

For change

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A brighter world for you, Santa

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And yet I still wonder, day after day

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