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We say that when a guy opens a door for a girl, walks close to the road, or puts his jacket on a puddle for the girl, he is being chivalrous. But that’s not necessarily chivalry.

Chivalry was pretty much admiring from a distance, that’s the difference from today. Today we do things with our girlfriend/boyfriend which is kind of an ownership type of thing. The past was different. The knight admired the princess, who was already to be wed to some king. The knights always knew that they would never become a ‘thing’ (I think knights were supposed to be ‘chaste’ as well), but they showered the princess with gifts and admiration anyway. Why? Because making them happy was enough (I would guess), they didnt feel the need to ‘own’ the princess. Her happiness made him happy


What does it mean to be Romantic?

Well the romantic period is a counter-movement to the enlightenment. Everyone was getting away from the catholic church and going towards the scientific method. However certain philosophers argued that humans are best left in their natural habitat, in nature. So you will find most works of art picture nature, and if i remember correctly, france (during a part of the Riegn of Terror) was in a state where the whole counrty was agaisnt the enlightenment, for nationalism and the romantic movement. Everyone was named after natural things (like dandilion, no joke) and the months were named oddly. I cant remember specifics but literal translations might be “no leaves” or something of the sort….


What does this have to do with the whole ‘romance’ idea? Well, to get away from the whole thinking thing. Whats the oposite of rational thought- emotion. side note: suicides were praised- this person felt emotions so intensely that they killed themselves. Romance is based on emotion.


Romantics dont do things for the phiscality, reasonability, or practicality. They do it because they feel something from it. Look at the whole rose thing. Romantics dont give them to potential lovers because “thats what lovers do”. They do it because giving someone a gift makes them feel some kind of joy. Another example, sex. Most people do it because it feels good, or thats the next step of the relationship or whatever. The romantic looks at the whole situation as ” im baring my complete self to another human being”, there is some strong emotion people feel for being able to get to this level with another human being. Two people are, quite literally, connected. And whether people admit it or not, there is an emotional bond that forms during it. (fun fact: i literally just justified sex as being romantic, you are welcome)


A true romantic could seriously see a person on one date, give them roses, and never see that person again. They still find joy in that night due the fact that they got to feel the wonderous emotions of a date, even if it be for one night. They could give a girl a rose and try for a single date. They would have only dated her for one night (even though they may want more), but they would still be completely happy that they got to experience true romance with her and possibly even prove to her that romanticism is real.


Romance is simply a preference of emotion over physicality.

Red or Blue (an actual love letter)

Red or Blue


This was an actual letter i wrote for someone. She really enjoyed reading and was loved smart books/movies like The Matrix (hence the red/blue reference). This was what i had hoped to win her over with. Alas, she said no; however we are still friends and talk normally. This was pretty much our relationship from my perspective and how i saw the super-date i had planned. This was my proudest gesture i had ever done. Leave a comment on what this letter made you feel. I would greatly appreciate any feedback.


A boy and a girl. Is this not how it always starts? He a shy, insecure, but friendly guy; always trying to make sure his thoughts were lined up before he spoke them. Always wanting those around him to know they mattered to someone, to him. He himself may have felt alone at times; however, his friends and family cared for him. He wanted nothing more than a true romance-true love- where each partner gave all of themselves. The kind pictured in the shows and movies he’d watch. The kind where roses were given, hugs were shared, experiences made, and happiness went all around. He had had a few girlfriends, but none had actually let him have this romance he had desired. He had seen the potential of having what he’d desire in other women; however, they hadn’t seen the potential in him. He had given up hope many times, but adamantly restored it every time, without fail. Then he had met the girl.


            She had seemed different than the rest of the girls he had fallen for. He had begun to fall for her and he finally gathered the courage to talk to her.  He got to know her. She was more incredible than the boy could have imagined. She had been hurt in incomprehensible ways, but did not let that change her personality. She remained this sweet, caring, and romantic person that he had gotten to know. They shared a lot of interests. He was beginning to think that she was truly meant for him. Nobody he had ever met, including some of his friends, had connected in so many ways with him. This had completely changed how he felt about her. She had become more than a crush to him- meaning more than any of those others had meant to him. She was supposed to be in his life. It was true; however, he has yet to find out in what way.


He told this girl how he felt. He explained to her the best way he could about how she made him feel safe. How she let him be himself without judgment. How he might finally realize his dream of romance if she’d take a chance with him. Unfortunately, she did not reciprocate his feelings.

After he dealt with this realization, he had still wanted her to like him. He felt she cared for him in some way, but couldn’t move on until he knew there was absolutely no hope of her ever feeling the same way about him. He begged the girl to tell him that there was no chance of her ever having feelings towards him. She would not give him that. She believed that something eventually may be possible between them. She believed anything could happen. He believed there was still hope. He could not give up on her, she meant too much to him.


            And so months went by. They were still friends and hung out together. All the while he was hoping to get her. He had come up with an idea. Maybe he could make her fall for him by being terribly romantic; by letting himself loose. She was a romantic also and maybe her seeing him for who he truly was would cause her to return his feelings. He decided to take her on a super-date consisting of a walk downtown, dinner, and a walk in a park. After the date he’d ask her if she felt anything. If not, then she never will. He had asked her if she would like to go on a date with him. He explained that it would not make them tied to each other, but that it would give him a chance to show her who he really is. She said yes.


            The night of the date had arrived. He was terribly nervous; he was shaking all over. He finally arrived at her house to pick her up. He knocked on her door. She opened it with a smile on her face. He wasn’t nervous anymore.

They went downtown, explored the shops, and talked. Not about anything in particular, they just talked. To them it just came naturally. She got cold. He took his jacket off. Wrapped it around her, and then hugged her tight as he could. She smiled.

Their dinner was excellent. He got to know things about her that she had told only to a few people. He was looking at himself from the outside. This was happiness- to make her happy. He had been able to glimpse, even if for a moment, what true love feels like.

They ended up in the park. They just sat in the grass and explored each other’s mind. He wanted this moment to last forever. It was at this moment he felt he had understood what true beauty was. He saw it, not in the way she looked, but how she talked. It completely amazed him how someone so beautiful remained unrecognized by most. He asked her if he could try something out, she let him. He moved his lips close to hers; she backed away at first, but then realized what he was doing- they had discussed this before. Their lips never touched. They just stayed there, feeling the heat off of each other’s lips, keeping their eyes locked. They stayed there for a euphoric century. Then they just rested on the ground next to each other in silence and enjoyed the moment.


            The night had come to a close. He was dropping her off at her house. He opened the passenger door for her. Before she got up, he opened the glove box. Inside there were a series of letters for her and a rose. They had hugged and said goodbye.

The girl now by herself had begun to read the letters. The first letter explained the rose, that it meant hope; a reminder that this night existed, that true romance is real. The second letter thoroughly explained how he felt towards her and why. It nearly brought tears to her eyes. The last letter was a small story telling their story and how the boy hoped it would go.  The ending gave a choice, she got to decide how the story would end. She would choose between the blue pill or the red pill to determine the ending of their story. After reading the letter she texted the boy…

Blue Pill Ending.

            She really appreciated how the boy felt and how he had treated her. She had even been given a sense of hope after this night. She just couldn’t feel the same way. She knew the boy wouldn’t want her to text him red out of guilt. She knew that it would impede his chance of finding a girl who does want him. She texted him blue. Although the boy felt a pit in his chest after receiving the text, he eventually moved on. The boy and the girl remained friends and the boy does find his true love. The girl finds hers. Separately they loved and were loved.

Red Pill Ending.

            She begins to feel a spark of some emotion within her. She thinks this boy can truly give her something special. Although the two arent necessarily tied to each other romantically, she texts him red to let him know that he can take her on romantic dates; that these two can eventually become boyfriend and girlfriend; that she thinks her spark can become the fire that he has. Eventually they find something special. Together they loved and were loved.



My Philosophies On Love (and other emotional burdens) PT 6



Buddha said it best: Suffering is created by want, if you want, you will suffer (thats a paraphrase). If you want love, be prepared to suffer. Rejection is the worst feeling in the world; well technically its despondence, but despondence is caused most frequently by rejection than any other situation. Despondence is that combination of the feelings of hopelessness, loneliness, depression, worthlessness, and that absolutely horrible feeling in your chest. Nothing you can do will ever allow you to skip this feeling after being rejected by someone you actually care about. However you can shorten it if you realize a few things:

  1. That person cant help the fact they don’t feel the same way as you, just like the fact you cant help the way you feel about them.
  2. Realize that person just saved you from a relationship with someone who didn’t like you. Would you want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t like you?
  3. Move on, stop thinking about them. Play a few videogames.
  4. This isn’t the end, you will fall for another.
  5. In my personal experience, the next person is always better than the one who last rejected you. You may think that the person you just got rejected by was pure gold, but the next person will be platinum.

When i fall, i fall hard…EVERY TIME. I truely cared about every girl ive asked out. Its a weird emotion to explain, but its a kinda happy feeling in the pit of your stomach and a very strong urge to make them happy. When i finally gather the courage to ask her out, she says “no”, “lets be friends”, “maybe next week” or some other overused cleche’. Anyway, i feel despondent for a bit then remember: I felt incredible around her, she made me feel completely happy, BUT i didnt make her feel that way and there was nothing i could do to change that, she just didnt feel it. Why would i want her to not have that feeling, should i really be so selfish as to not have that beautiful feeling shared? Food for thought.

Also- side note on the friend zone. You are never really friend zoned UNLESS you both decide to not be in a relationship in fear that it would ruin it. “lets be friends” is not being friendzoned. If they actually like you back they will say yes to you asking them out. Women, guys dont (most of us anyways) become friends to sleep with you. And believe it or not, not everything we do is predecided. Maybe we become friends and then we fall for you on accident. Sometimes we are interested in you from the start, but made a misstep or didnt flirt too obviously, and ended up as friends instead of a couple. that was just a rant i felt the need to go on, im tired of people saying they were friend zoned…


I hope in some way ive enlightened you to my ideas of love and that my advice sprinkled in there helps you a little bit. I have little ‘first hand’ experience with love, but ive observed a lot of my friends’ relationships and constantly think about the subject in hopes of finally obtaining it myself. I may or may not add on to this. Feel free to comment on any section of this. Love isn’t dead, it is just hard to find. Even if the light at the end of the tunnel  always seems to be a fluorescent bulb, remember that those fluorescent bulbs will eventually lead you to your final destination; the light at the end of the tunnel. You do me a favor: Have a good day!

My Philosophies On Love (and other emotional burdens) Pt 5


What is attractive? It varies to tell you the truth. In the medieval era, the you were the more attractive you were considered fatter (this was because it meant you had a lot of money to buy food). If you had mental issues you were considered to be blessed by the gods and were highly respected. Now most people are looking for the skinnier types and the mentally ill are put into institutions where they are treated horribly and neglected by families. Tribes in Africa find that women with longer necks and tons of piercings are considered beautiful. Beauty differs from culture to culture. That is part of what makes up who is attractive to you. If you are told since childhood that Barbie and ken are what your partners should look like, you go after that.

Your parents also shape your idea of what you look for in a potential partner personality wise. If your parents argued with each other, you will probably see this as what love is. This is where those kids who think you make fun of someone when you like them, come from. On the other hand if your parents are very caring and loving towards each other, then that is what you will look for. What if you are adopted, or have divorced parents? With adoption, your new parents will probably shape it. But if you were never adopted or have divorced parents who never show affection towards each other you have a few options:

  1. You will find another couple who you are close to base it off of (aunts, grandparents, divorced parents friends, or your own friends).
  2. You will end up without any idea of what it is, probably wont care about it, or will just play Russian roulette with the whole relationship thing; this barely ever happens.
  3. You take it from ideas on TV… soap operas, the notebook.
  4. You find it through the way someone shows affection toward you (your single parent, the nanny at the orphanage, or someone else whose parents are together)

Another thing that shapes attractiveness is how often you see someone. The more frequent you see someone the more you get used to their facial traits. This is why that whole ‘look in the mirror and tell yourself you are beautiful’ thing works. This is just a personal hypothesis, but I think that the person who you think is the most attractive is the person who has the largest amount of the traits you have been familiar with for the longest amount of time. Ie: she has the same type of nose as your last two girlfriends, the face shape of your best friend and your dad’s side of the family, and the eyes of your mom’s side of the family and three previous girlfriends as well as several friends from fourth grade. I think in this case that would make you believe that her eyes would be the most attractive, since you’ve been exposed to them the longest and most often.

Birds of a feather flock together, not opposites attract. When it comes to personality, the more traits you share the more cohesive the relationship will be. It makes sense, if you like to be organized, and your partner likes to be organized, you wont fight about being organized! Just remember you cant be the same person though, look for someone who complements you. Make sure they share the traits you like about yourself and help the ones you dont. ie. youre shy, they are outgoing; Youre romantic, they are romantic; You dont do crazy drugs, they dont do crazy drugs; You’re insecure, they are accepting. Stuff like that, share the good, balance out the bad.

My Philosophies On Love (and other emotional burdens) Pt 4


Does one have to be a romantic to get love? Again, no, it depends on the person. I have an over-romanticized idea of what love should be like. This will cause me to look for certain characteristics in the women I am after. For example, the fact that she will accept the fact that I can be suffocatingly affectionate at times.  Say I wasn’t a romantic though, I was just an average joe who wanted a partner for practical purposes (companionship, family, stability), would I still be able to love my wife? Yes, as a matter of fact I know a couple that fits these criteria. They are getting married, they don’t do crazy romantic gestures, but they sure show those four components of love that I discussed earlier and are happy together. Romanticism is only necessary for love if you want it to be.

My Philosphies On Love (and other emotional burdens) Pt 3


Is there a ‘one’, a ‘soul mate’ that exists specifically for you to be with? This Is one of the hardest questions for me to answer. The romantic in me wants to say yes, there can only be one person who meets my criteria of what I want. The rational part of me says no. People change, tastes change, therefore; the person who you marry (whom you truly did love when you started) was the one, but over the course of time you grow apart and so does your love. Does this mean that you blew your only chance at love? No. As long as you are true to who you are, there is a chance for you to find that other “ONE”. What you find attractive in a person changes over time, sometimes you add things to the list, others you take off.

My Idea of “True Love”

As i said, im terribly naive when it comes to this topic. I feel like the purest form of love can only be felt between two giving people. I feel like everyone can find ‘the one’ and have ‘love’ but only certain people can feel ‘true love’. When someone gives all of themselves to another person this creates a special bond. Unfortunately if only one person gives themself without the other giving much than that leaves the person who gives everything drained. However if both partners give all of eachother, the result is amazing. Both partners would be able to continuously give eachother without being drained. Think of it as the water cycle: The water evaporates, then it collects in the sky, then it rains, and evaporates again. Something truely generous people would be able to have. It would be truly beautiful.

My Philosophies On Love (and other emotional burdens) PT 2

Love vs Lust

According to a psychological study, love is brought on by dopamine, a substance released by the brain that makes you feel good. The same substance is released during sex. What’s the difference? Well, unlike sex where dopamine is released until after climax, when you love someone dopamine is released constantly when you are around them or just think about them. When in love you released dopamine steadily throughout the relationship, till even death!

Lust is something that is inherent in humans since their birth. Its importance: pro-creation.  This is a primal desire everyone lives with. Love, however; is ‘new’ in the grand scheme of things. Im gonna post something titled “The Shadow of Humanity” that will further discuss this. The ‘bad’ emotions such as fear, anger, and lust have been with us since birth and are considered animalistic, and therefore; evil. Most of our good emotions such as empathy, sympathy, and love (the kind ive been discussing, not like a fox caring for its offspring) have only recently developed.

Can they be separated; can you love someone, but lust after someone else? Of course, but the virtue of love is in the fact that you try to resist your primality the best you can and commit to that person. Even two people that are in love will find others attractive, but they will find their partner overwhelmingly more attractive due to the longevity of their relationship and the emotional bonds they have formed.

My Philosophies on Love (and other emotional burdens) Pt.1


Everyone at some point falls for someone else. Love is an iffy and abstract Idea. Some people doubt its existence entirely. Movies, books, and even songs (even some I wrote) have been based on this crazy Idea. Wars have been started and halted at the control of someone’s love.  I think about this subject a lot. Although I’ve never truly been in love, I feel I understand it quite well. Most of what I’m going to say in this post is clearly opinion and personal thoughts; there are a few studies I may vaguely mention. Feel free to comment below.

What is love?

Crazy as it may sound, nobody REALLY describes it and im not even sure ill do it justice. This is how I describe it:

  1. It MUST be reciprocated- someone who is after another person who doesn’t feel the same is just infatuated, however; just because two people like each other doesn’t make it love either.
  2. There is a sense of selflessness- The idea is to actually CARE for your partner. You cant be selfish; but you cant be completely selfless either. The first one should be obvious why, but if you are completely selfless odds are the other will be completely selfish (using you).  I believe that a perfect idea of love (utopianism view) would be two people being completely selfless always thinking of the other’s needs. This cannot exist, humans, by nature, are selfish. Therefore, a relationship must be give and take. You both must acknowledge each other’s goals in life. If you both share similar goals (want to travel; monogamous relationship, similar jobs, views on children, ect.) this should become fairly easy. If you have different goals and views, you will have to compromise, not give up yours or make them give up theirs. Just remember the only things capable of true unconditional love are dogs and parents.
  3. Intimate- You must be able to completely show who you are. If you are using a persona, you could find someone who is perfect for the ‘mask’, but not the real you. Be comfortable with who you are first (change yourself if you don’t like who you are), then someone will come along who completely understands you. All of your pains, sorrows, dreams, desires, flaws and happiest moments should be out in the open. Your ‘soul mate’ would essentially accept and love you because of this. Which brings me to the next bullet point:
  4. Acceptance- EVERYONE has flaws, some darker than others. Two criminals could fall completely in love with each other, believe it or not. Two bank robbers might not think badly of the other being a criminal. If you see a flaw, just see it as a part of them that makes them more perfect. When you see a person that sleeps around a lot (not while in a relationship) see them more as ‘more experienced’ than a slut or man-whore. If they can be committed in a relationship, that sexual energy will be given only to you. On a side note, chemically we are all different. We enjoy things at different levels. If your partner loves jokes more than you do (and makes them as a result), either see this as something you don’t want in a relationship, OR be a little selfless and accept the fact that they are funny. Remember, none of this is one sided. You must be accepted by them too.

Short Stories of the Broken Hearts ( My first short story)



This is the end. His wife is dead, the only person in his life who mattered to him. This was it. He was stuck in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, waiting for it all to end, and staring out the window looking back

Keith Rogers wanted to make her happy. She wanted excitement. Neither of them were good people. She had robbed banks and he was a hit man. Last time he checked theft and murder weren’t on the list of virtues that got you into Heaven. However, he did fall in love. Odd. Two criminals falling in love, isn’t that a funny thing. He remembered her star shaped birth mark on her neck, how she accepted his flaws, how she looked at him, and how he looked at her.

He had saved some money; he wanted to retire. He wanted her to retire. He talked to her and she agreed but on one condition: One more bank, the two of them. He decided he’d go with her on her last heist; however, he didn’t think it would end like this.

They had gone into the bank, everything a success. They had gotten in, held up the tellers and even had the money in hand. Then they showed up.

Three men. All better built and stronger than he. The men wanted that money, but he owed this to her- he wouldn’t back down. The three men asked for the money again and raised their guns this time. Now the sirens had shown up; the police were here. They were in a stand-off: The three new robbers, he and his wife, and the police. Keith and his wife were in the middle. And that’s when it happened.

A bullet tore through the shorter of the three men, causing his gun to go off. The other two, startled, started firing as well. Then the cops did the same. One of the stray bullets hit his wife in the shoulder. He shouted. All the while bullets kill the other robbers. He ran over to her and looked into her eyes. He begged her to stay alive, but she couldn’t. With her last breath she whispered “I love you”. He said it back, but it was too late; she was dead.

“Rogers, time to go” an armed guard said.

He walked to his end. Thinking all of his thoughts. All of his thoughts about her. Her laugh, her smile, the birthmark on her forehead and that look of determination every time she robbed a bank.

It has been said that the walk to your death is the longest walk you will ever take. His seemed too short. He still had a lot to think about, a lot to remember. As he sat down in the chair, he let his final thoughts race through; thoughts of her.

They had pulled the lever, but it wasn’t an instant death as he had thought. The second seemed to last forever. Just as he was about to be electrocuted, a tear ran down his face as he mouthed the word “Sarah”.


Lucy was an orphan. The only thing she desired was to be loved. People wouldn’t adopt her because she had cancer and they would have to cover the medical expenses. Luckily, Old Springs Orphanage could afford the chemotherapy. After her realization that she will probably never be adopted, she had decided to go after a different kind of love: the kind she read in books, the kind of romance.

It was not long after she found this to be just as futile. The boys she knew judged her harshly. How could they find a bald girl with a weird birthmark attractive? She decided she wasn’t worth loving, so she gave up on it. Then he showed up.

Michael was a nice, shy boy. His parents had done terrible things and got put in jail. He had no other family so he was sent here. He always kept to himself. While the other kids were having snowball fights, he sat on his usual bench and watched. Lucy was curious about this guy. She went up and talked to him, asked him why he sat by himself. He answered. She saw it all come out. She saw a boy that had been tortured more than even a man should be. A boy who was abused and neglected, a boy who didn’t feel like he should have friends. They deserved better than him. But countlessly, Lucy saw this boy give more of himself in one situation than most people gave their entire lives. Lucy and Michael became friends.

It was that summer Lucy had become aware of her feelings. She couldn’t imagine a day without him. He was the missing part of her life that she had always longed for. Even though she was only sixteen, she knew this was love. As they swam in the pool she noticed the birthmark on his shoulder and knew, in some way, that they were connected.

How could she tell him though? What if this ruins their friendship? Questions of the sort ran through her mind. Months came and went, but these questions never did. She kept on recalling her failures with the other boys. She didn’t want Michael to leave like all the other boys did, who never talked to her again, who forgot her….

She wanted the thoughts to end! Every time she saw Michael, her insecurities came to life. How could he not see her flaws?! Why would he like her?! Is he just being nice by being friends, does he really just pity her?! Does he pity cancer girl?! She knew it was time to end it; an eternity in hell would be better then another hundred years of this torture!

This was the last time she would ever see snow, she realized as she was tying the last knot. She stared at the frost on the window and wrote two words: GOODBYE MICHAEL. She got on the stool. She thought about Michael; she wanted her last thought to be of him. A good thought. Lucy placed the noose around her neck and plunged to her death.

As this happened, the door opened. Michael stared in shock and dropped the tulip had had picked for Lucy onto the wooden floor. Tonight was the night he would tell her he loved her, but it was too late. He cut her down and held her in his arms all night as he cried.

Michael never married, never fell in love again. He kept the memory of her alive and visited her grave three times a year: Her birthday, Valentine’s Day, and that night he found out that she had loved him as much as he loved her. He had loved her until his untimely death. His broken heart had ultimately killed him when he visited her grave on what would be her twenty-third birthday.


Strauss was a German man who had sided with the Allies during the second world war. At just twenty-six, Strauss had helped many platoons free captured forces at six different internment camps. However, after Normandy, Strauss decided to see if he could have a less dangerous post. His request was granted. Now stationed at a small warehouse as a guard. Once he was done his post each night, he would hit the nearby town.

Strauss went to the bars, went dancing, and walked around the town. Although he was shallow at times, Strauss was a romantic. If he met any women downtown he would show them the time of their lives. One got a romantic dinner by the river, another a dozen roses and an evening under the stars. Evelyn was different.

Evelyn had flowing black hair, teal blue eyes, a beauty mark above her lips, and a  cute birthmark on her neck. She was a teacher at the nearby school. The daring and adventurous type who knew all the cool places in the country. She did have one flaw at first; She didn’t like Strauss.

Strauss felt drawn toward her when they first met. He was on his way home from his post, when he saw this woman fall. He tried to help her up, he offered his hand. She just looked at him and got up by herself. He had never seen this look before; one of distrust, absolute loneliness, and despair. He wanted to make sure she never had that look ever again.

He started pursuing her: flowers on her door step, love letters, and romantic invitations. She never accepted, replied, or went. He finally just went to her house and tried to talk to her in person. He knocked and she came to the door. Before he could say a word, she started yelling at him. She knows his types, the ones who pretend to be romantics just to lie with a woman. She told him to leave, to never come around her again, as she slammed the door. Strauss was heartbroken.

A year passed and Strauss had forgotten about Evelyn, he had given up on women after that incident. He had befriended a little American boy, Sam, one of the sons of the other soldiers. Sam’s mother died at birth, so he had to move with his dad to the various military bases. Strauss tried to help Sam’s father out by looking after him while his dad was out. Eventually Sam’s father never came back. He got killed while moving a cargo truck through Poland. Strauss tried his best to be a guardian for Sam. He put the boy into the school, helped him with homework, and even left the military to be there for Sam.

Sam was now entering the seventh grade and to Strauss’s surprise had several new teachers, including one Evelyn Page. Strauss realized he had a second chance. He had a plan.

Sam had to turn in an essay for her writing class. Strauss asked Sam to turn in an extra letter with his essay, Evelyn would surely read it. As she graded papers she noticed something different, one of the essays was written in cursive. She read it:

Dear Evelyn,

The night I first saw you fall, I saw an incomprehensible pain in your eyes. I want to be the person who ends that pain, to make sure it never happens again. I have been shallow in my life, I’ve loved for the wrong reasons, this is neither. I have an inherent need to end your suffering, and I feel the only way I can do so is to be the romantic that you undoubtedly distrust. I’m asking for one chance to prove my self. Let me take you out to see the fireworks this weekend. If you like it we can do it again. If not, I will leave you alone. Think about it.



She looked the letter over and two days later, got Sam to tell Strauss that she had agreed.

The night had come. Strauss had treated her to dinner and she seemed to be enjoying herself. Then they went by the river to watch the fireworks. They were truly beautiful. Evelyn looked happy, she looked like she had faith. They entered the river.

Evelyn noticed the birthmark on his chest.

Strauss jokingly said “ I was hurt in a past life”

“Oh Really?” Evelyn said playfully

“ Ha, I don’t know. It’s said that birthmarks are connections to past lives; lives that we’ve lived but don’t remember. Because my birthmark is over my heart, it would be said that my ‘past-self’ had been hurt really badly, lost a loved one maybe. It would explain my insatiable hunger for romanticism. Trying to make up for my past self’s pain.”

“That’s interesting” Evelyn stated.

Strauss continued, “ Your birthmark goes partly around your neck like a crescent moon. Your ‘past self’ may have been strangled, murdered, or executed. Maybe even an accident working on machinery”

“ I think your forgetting that women don’t deal much with machinery, especially forty years ago” Evelyn challenged

“Actually, gender doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I could be a man now, but I could have been a woman in the past two lives I’ve lived. You may be a girl now, a girl in your next life and a man after that. It continuously changes.”

Evelyn started “ that’s an amazingly intriguing idea.” she paused  “Strauss, do you believe in soul m-”

Bombs interrupted. The fireworks had turned into Nazi fighters armed with bombs. They got dressed and fled to a nearby shed. The sounds of crashing bombs, launching shells, and aircraft engines filled the air. They knew this was it.

Evelyn said “ Thank you Strauss, for making me believe in romance again. I know its terribly sudden, but if this is it I want you to know something: I love you”

He hugged her as tight as he could and she, him. A bomb crashed into the shed, where the two died in each others arms.


The blacks had gotten rights, the women had just gotten rights, everyone was equal now, right? Wrong. Julia was a normal girl except for the fact that she likes girls. She got treated like absolute crap because of this. Besides the name calling and bullying, she couldn’t stand the fact that nobody could look at her relationships without thinking only about the idea of two girls having sex.

She loved Kristen with all of her heart. Aside from her physical beauty, Kristen complemented Julia well. Both loved the arts, were true romantics, and even had birthmarks that matched up when you put their arms together. Kristen helped bring out traits Julia never knew she had. They loved each other.

However, nobody else seemed to grasp this concept. Their love was an “atrocity”. This is why Julia was glad she met Kristen. Kristen was an poster girl for the gay movement. Julia wanted to help her cause, their cause. She wanted this not only for them but for also Eric and Robert, who were getting treated worse than the lesbians. All four of them had finally worked hard for and gotten their big break. They were scheduled to do speeches in California that will be aired state wide.

When the four of them finally crossed state lines, that’s when the trouble started to happen. They stopped in a hotel but were rejected because they didn’t fit the hotel‘s values. So the four of them decided to camp out in the van. Somehow a person noticed Kristen as the spokes person and started screaming vulgarity. A few others began to join in, throwing rocks and whatever they could find at the van. Robert started the van and started to drive off.

Some of the vandals decided to pursue the van and continue harassing it. The car chase dragged on and eventually six cars were chasing the van. Somebody managed to hit the tire of the van. It crashed.

Everyone inside was thrown around. Eric was badly injured and Robert was holding him reassuring him that everything will be ok. You could tell he was trying to reassure himself more than Eric, he had tears streaming down his face.

Julia and Kristen tried to get the doors open so they all four could escape before the people in the cars try to kill them; however, the doors were broken and wouldn’t open.

One of the vandals started pouring gasoline on the van. The crowd circling the van cheered him on and yelled obscenities at the four unfortunates.

Julia and Kristen, realizing this was their end, tried to focus on each other. As someone lit the gasoline. As the gasoline ignited. They remembered their first kiss together, their first date, everything that mattered to them. They stared into one another’s eyes, hoping to find safety; hoping that the outside world would disappear. And it did

As the van exploded, Julia and Kristen were too lost in each other to notice.


It was 2055 and Avon had seen everything. He saw the end of fuel dependency, the first space colonization, and even the first robots. A lot of it amazed the 79 year old man, but he saw the bad too. The loss of family values, the division of fellow countrymen, and he saw the idea of romance wither away like dust. He had hoped that he would bring that idea back to life; that someone could look at his life and be envious of the love he and his wife had shared. However this could not be the case. Avon had never loved, nor been loved. The terrible romantic, that he was, often scared off the women of his time. They enjoyed the idea of romanticism, but felt safer with their shallower lives that they lead. Avon noticed this and just gave up.

He lived by himself in a gated neighborhood. He never had gotten to know any neighbors until a nice lady moved in next door. She was older, like him, but somehow had the spirit of a 30 year old. She said hi to him as he was getting his mail. He shyly responded back briefly, then returned to his house. A few days later she had knocked on his door. He answered. He let her in and they began to talk. The shy old man soon became open and felt familiar with this woman. As they got to know each other, the man felt like he had already met this woman. They met a few other times and became close.

Eventually, Avon asked why Avila seemed so familiar. She said that they had been in love once before the accident he had. Although he remembered the accident and many events before it, he had forgotten about her. When she first found this out, she got scared and ran away to never see him again until now. She had tried her hardest to forget him, but never could. The thing that struck her when she first saw him at the mailbox, he was still wearing his wedding ring that she gave him. Then she went inside of his house to find that he had some of her old paintings she made for him while she was in art school. It was like his subconscious was trying to tell him that he loved her. After stating this, she emotionally kissed him, tears rolling down her face.

He remembered. He remembered everything. That time where he took her to see the grand canyon and painted together, The time they figured out they had exact same birthmarks over their hearts, The times they took care of each other in pain. He remembered.

Avila had brought him happiness he thought he would never see. They became close and eventually renewed their wedding vows from over 50 years ago. They traveled around the world together, even to the colony on the moon.

Time did slow down for the two. Ten years back together on their way home from Tasmania, they rented a hotel. Just before bed, the two lie in bed staring as newlyweds do, telling I love you to one another. Laying in their arms they go to sleep in happiness as they had done since they had gotten back together. They never woke up, but this was just the beginning.