His eyes pierced directly into my soul that first time he looked at me. Not the first time we saw each other. That would have been too cliche. No, not at first meeting...... It was the first time I ever really looked at him, and him at me I presume. He knew me from that very first glance. Knew me as only he could....or so I thought.....

We were like a snowball rolling down a mountian. Every day was more magical. Every moment mesmerizing. What happened??? I always knew the answer deep in a place of my heart I didn't dare go. We knew everything we wanted to know about one another. We saw what we wished and dreamed a lover to be.

We were a beautiful dream that I had no desire to wake up from. Yet morning will always come, truth always prevails. What beautiful memories I possess of a dream so real I didn't realize I was sleeping.

The snowball grew and grew as it rolled down our hill. We were blind to the rocks and debris it began to carry. Then BAM......suddenly......The alarm clock went off. That snowball finally reached the end and couldn't support itself under it's own weight.

We -- became You and I. I will always keep those memories of our love. A love that was never real and never meant to be. Glorious moments in time frozen forever in my mind. Frozen in my mind as I wish to remember them. My Baby, my Lover..... My Freind always and forever in my dreams.

Let me always remember the love I felt for you. Not as it was, but as I thought it to be. Jenni Rebecca Anderson

This week is a poem I was ICQ'd that touched me very deeply, as I hope it does you

Teddy, I've been bad again,

My mommy told me so;

I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,

But I thought that you might know.

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When I woke up this morning,

I knew that she was mad;

Cause she was crying awful hard,

And yelling at my dad.

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I tryed my best to be real good,

And do just what she said;

I cleaned my room all by myself,

I even made my bed.

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But I spilled milk on my good shirt,

When she yelled at me to hurry;

And I guess she didn't hear me,

When I told her I was sorry.

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She hit me awful hard, you see,

And called me funny names;

And told me I was really bad,

And I should be ashamed.

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When I said, "I love you mommy",

I guess she didn't understand;

Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth,

Or I'd get smacked again.

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So I came up here to talk to you,

Please tell me what to do;

cause I really love my mommy,

And I know she loves me, too.

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And I don't think my mommy means,

to hit me quite so hard;

I guess sometimes, grownups forget,

How really big they are.

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And so Teddy,I wish you were real,

And you weren't just a bear;

Then you could help me find a way,

To tell mommy's everywhere.

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So please try hard to understand,

How sad it makes us feel;

Cause the outside pain soon goes away,

But the inside never heals!

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And If we could make them listen,

Maybe then they'd understand;

So little children just like me,

Wouldn't have to hurt again.

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But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,

And pretend the pains not there;

I know you'd never hurt me,

So goodnight, Teddy Bear.

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~Cindy Pike Dunning~