A couple months ago, my little brother asked for a piece of my artist canvas paper.
I said no, yelling at him, but my mother made me give him one anyway.
The next day, I found that paper on my bed, and it said “Hey Em. You are cool no matter what I say.”
I cried. His LGMH.
July 2010
Today I was goofing off with my best friend from work and he said something sweet to me.
The customer we were waiting on said “I think he likes you.” I blushed and laughed, responding “No.”
The man replied “You never know. I married my best friend.”
My best friend just smiled. A complete stranger’s LGMH
A girl I knew told me a story.
When she was fourteen, her mother nearly beat her to death with a metal curtain rod while her brother was at school and her step-dad was at work.
When her mom left her room, she called her step-dad. He rushed home from work and held her as she cried.
Dad, I may not be your real daughter, but your LGMH.
I was talking to my boyfriend, and I asked him when he decided he loved me.
He said “When I saw you fall down those stairs on the first night we met, I promised myself next time I’d be there to catch you.”
His love GMH.
When I was 17, a 15-year-old boy named Tim told me that he was in love with me.
Two years later, I was raped by my boyfriend and got pregnant with twins.
The whole time I was still friends with Tim, and one night he called me. He told me that he still loved me and wanted to take care of me and my babies.
He adopted them and now we’re married. His LGM.
My Grandfather passed away just over a year ago from cancer.
I recently found out that less than two weeks before he died he was still helping my grandmother get ready for bed and turning down the covers for her.
His love for her after 61 years, despite knowing he was going to die, GMH.
Last week, I was in a horrible car accident.
I was unconscious for 3 days.
When I woke up, my boyfriend was sitting at my bedside, praying, telling God all the reasons he loved me and needed me back. He had been there for 3 days straight, praying for me.
Derek, your relentless LGMH.
Today, my boyfriend came over and met my parents.
Then he left, and my Dad told me that my boyfriend loved me.
I smiled and asked, “How do you know?”
He said, “Because he looks at you the same way I look at your Mother.”
My brother went to jail for drugs five years ago.
His girlfriend, who was out of a job, sold all her jewelry for his bail and rehab. In that collection, was her Grandmother’s holocaust ring.
My father bought it and gave it to my brother as soon as he got out of jail.
Today I watched as he slipped the ring onto her finger. Their LGMH.
Thirty-seven years ago, my aunt had a son with Muscular Dystrophy and was told he wouldn’t live to see his 3rd birthday.
Today, I watched him marry the girl of his dreams that has loved since they met on the “special needs” bus when he was 6 years old.
Their love that can overcome a mountain of physical disabilities GMH.
Last week I was upset that I don’t have a boyfriend.
I felt like nobody ever wanted me.
I was crying.
My 16-year-old Autistic brother patted me on the back and said “I could find you 10 boyfriends right this second, but none of them would ever be good enough to deserve you” His LGMH.
I had a miscarriage yesterday and had nightmares the entire night reliving it.
This morning, I laid down in the grass ready to cry.
As the tears started to fall, a pure white butterfly, the smallest I’ve ever seen, landed on my stomach and didn’t leave ‘til I smiled.
My unborn baby’s LGMH.
Me and my boyfriend went out to dinner one night.
We were holding hands across the table, when we noticed the elderly couple next to us staring.
When our eyes met theirs, the old man looked at his wife and said “They remind me of us 54 years ago.”
The look in their eyes GMH.
A boy that I was in love with during 8th grade dated the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen.
I was sure he would never look my way.
That was until last week. I opened my front door to see him standing there with a single rose and said, ‘This is for screwing up in middle school. Let’s be high school sweethearts.’
Jack, your passionate LGMH.
A few months ago my boyfriend, Ethan, and I were hit by a drunk driver.
Ethan took my hand, looked me right in the eyes and said “I love you” for the first time.
It was also the last time.
His love even in his last breath GMH.
When I was 13, my dad lost his wedding ring in the lake.
He had me and my sisters put large rocks in the area where he lost it so that he would know where to look. He dove for that ring every day for a week.
On the 7th day he came home with the biggest grin on his face. He had found his ring.
Knowing my dad’s love for my mom GMH.
My first boyfriend asked me to drive an hour to meet him one night.
After dinner, he confessed that he was still in love with his ex and broke up with me.
After I got home, my little sister presented a list of how she was going to make him pay for hurting me.
I’m 20. She’s 12. Her LGMH.
I’ve never thought I was pretty.
The other night my fiance forgot to hang up his phone after we said goodbye.
He then told his roommate how beautiful I looked today, how I light up the room for him, and how much he loves me.
I started crying. I finally felt beautiful. I love you Keith.
He proposed to me every month on our anniversary for a year and 10 months.
I finally said yes, it was the right time, on our 2-year anniversary.
He cried. I asked what he would have done if I would have said no.
He replied, “The same thing I’ve been doing for the past 2 years.” Your continuing LGMH.
I saw you in 1st grade.
Your hair was dark and curly and your eyes sparkled. But you were a girl and you were icky. We became best friends in 6th grade and when I made you laugh, your eyes would sparkle.
Your eyes didn’t sparkle when you were dating him, but they did today when you were walking down the asile towards me.
The love in your eyes GMH.
