the tender age of seventeen. We met in fifth grade. I was the awkward new kid in class that everyone stared at, but kept their distance from. She was the first person to open her welcoming heart to me, and I was grateful. I hated being the new kid all the time. My father dedicated a good part of his life to serving our country in the Marines, meaning we did too. We moved around habitually from base to base. I speak several foreign languages fluently, thanks to him. It wasn’t the ideal upbringing for a young boy without siblings. I was never anywhere long enough to make lasting, meaningful friendships until we moved back to Chicago permanently.
I knew it was real the minute I saw Emily’s entrancing blue eyes. She was soft spoken, kind hearted, generous and funny. We spent every free minute together, hanging out in her treehouse. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t share with her. She was my best friend. It wasn’t until our freshman year when I gathered up enough courage to ask her to be my girlfriend. She agreed, of course, making me incredibly happy.
My teenage life couldn’t have been more perfect until she was diagnosed with late stage Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I was completely devastated and sobbed for weeks. I went from loving life to hating it and blaming God for being unfair to me. I had never been this angry in all my life, but for her sake I didn’t give up. I stood by her side and suffered her pain while crying behind her back. She battled courageously for almost four years and fought hard to make it to our senior prom. I was determined to give her the most memorable night of her remaining life. I knew she loved the lake and wanted to plan something special around it. I worked at Mrs. Meinkin’s bakery for six months before I was able to save up enough money for a fancy dinner cruise at the Navy Pier and a limo ride around Chicago. She wore a beautiful violet-colored evening gown with a stylish hat to cover her bared head. The disease and treatments had robbed her of her youth and beauty, but I still saw the same entrancing blue-eyed girl who stole my heart at first sight.
W ith her suffering and death, my heart faded away with her. I haven’t loved or cared for any woman since then. I know we were young, but the feelings I had for her were real and irreplaceable. Sure, I’ve been with many gorgeous women after Emily, but at the end of the day, I was always left feeling empty and alone. This is probably why they only lasted a few weeks to several months. It was impossible for me to replace Emily. No one could ever measure up to her, and I made sure they didn’t. I was afraid I would forget her if I allowed someone else into my life.
Lillian Ly
I nervously walk towards him; the man I’ve been having illicit dreams about is now staring deeply into my paralyzed eyes with his own enslaving hazel green eyes. He looks confident, stern and controlled, but his mind seems preoccupied. I think he’s studying me and determining if I’m professionally capable of managing his care. Maybe he thinks I’m too young and inexperienced. Many of my patients have told me this in the past, making me very insecure about my age. I refuse to let him intimidate me, so I offer him one confident smile and avoid his inquiring eyes. The last thing I need is for him to validate my attraction for him by looking into my admiring eyes.
He doesn’t embrace me with a smile, but for some odd reason, this makes him even more incredibly attractive to me, in an overconfident way. His bountiful, undulating, dark brown hair is now neatly groomed, and his flawless carved face is also freshly shaven. I visually trace the length of his sharp masculine jaw line to his charming boyish one-sided dimple. God, he’s hot! I bite on my thumb nail without thinking, and he follows my finger with his severe eyes. I’m caught, so I nervously remove my thumb from my mouth and bite on my lower lip instead. I evade his perceptive eyes altogether and
I knew it was real the minute I saw Emily’s entrancing blue eyes. She was soft spoken, kind hearted, generous and funny. We spent every free minute together, hanging out in her treehouse. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t share with her. She was my best friend. It wasn’t until our freshman year when I gathered up enough courage to ask her to be my girlfriend. She agreed, of course, making me incredibly happy.
My teenage life couldn’t have been more perfect until she was diagnosed with late stage Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I was completely devastated and sobbed for weeks. I went from loving life to hating it and blaming God for being unfair to me. I had never been this angry in all my life, but for her sake I didn’t give up. I stood by her side and suffered her pain while crying behind her back. She battled courageously for almost four years and fought hard to make it to our senior prom. I was determined to give her the most memorable night of her remaining life. I knew she loved the lake and wanted to plan something special around it. I worked at Mrs. Meinkin’s bakery for six months before I was able to save up enough money for a fancy dinner cruise at the Navy Pier and a limo ride around Chicago. She wore a beautiful violet-colored evening gown with a stylish hat to cover her bared head. The disease and treatments had robbed her of her youth and beauty, but I still saw the same entrancing blue-eyed girl who stole my heart at first sight.
W ith her suffering and death, my heart faded away with her. I haven’t loved or cared for any woman since then. I know we were young, but the feelings I had for her were real and irreplaceable. Sure, I’ve been with many gorgeous women after Emily, but at the end of the day, I was always left feeling empty and alone. This is probably why they only lasted a few weeks to several months. It was impossible for me to replace Emily. No one could ever measure up to her, and I made sure they didn’t. I was afraid I would forget her if I allowed someone else into my life.
Lillian Ly
I nervously walk towards him; the man I’ve been having illicit dreams about is now staring deeply into my paralyzed eyes with his own enslaving hazel green eyes. He looks confident, stern and controlled, but his mind seems preoccupied. I think he’s studying me and determining if I’m professionally capable of managing his care. Maybe he thinks I’m too young and inexperienced. Many of my patients have told me this in the past, making me very insecure about my age. I refuse to let him intimidate me, so I offer him one confident smile and avoid his inquiring eyes. The last thing I need is for him to validate my attraction for him by looking into my admiring eyes.
He doesn’t embrace me with a smile, but for some odd reason, this makes him even more incredibly attractive to me, in an overconfident way. His bountiful, undulating, dark brown hair is now neatly groomed, and his flawless carved face is also freshly shaven. I visually trace the length of his sharp masculine jaw line to his charming boyish one-sided dimple. God, he’s hot! I bite on my thumb nail without thinking, and he follows my finger with his severe eyes. I’m caught, so I nervously remove my thumb from my mouth and bite on my lower lip instead. I evade his perceptive eyes altogether and
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