Here are a couple more stories.

From Furious1 his words Love Terror Contentment

Just say you love me.

I could lie again and say the words that make her smile. The problem is I cant bring myself to lie anymore.

We never really loved each other, at least not the way that real lovers do. We were a one night stand that turned into a two then three and before we knew it January turned to November. In her arms I found sanctuary from the terror of my loneliness. In me she found the illusion of safety and purpose.

In our own way we found contentment. I do love her; Im just not in love with her. She deserves to be happy and shell never get it with me. Make no mistake, my reasons for ending this are selfish, it just so happens thats its what is best for her as well, even though she doesnt realize it yet.

Im sorry Allison.

My illusion is gone. Being with her has become a bitter loneliness that I just cant endure any longer. I just cant take another day of blaming her for me own inaction. And I cant wake to another day of the sadness in her eyes. Shell always force a smile and say nothing is wrong but her eyes will always betray her.

Somewhere a man is getting down on one knee with a ring in his hand. Hes looking into the eyes of the women he loves when she says yes. Somewhere a girl is about to get her first kiss. Her heart is beating faster as she waits for the boy to build up his nerve. Somewhere people are happy.

And from TheCarver his words Superstar, Ugly, Insane

Peters Prom

Peter was an ugly young man with a penchant for chasing the unobtainable. Peter had regrettably always been lacking in the looks department. The first words Peter heard upon exiting his mothers womb were, Its ahhboy, I guess. From that day Peter would always be lump of coal in a world of diamonds.

Now Peters parents loved there son but they knew that they had to prepare him for life in the real world. After a heart breaking refusal from Tiffany Webster, Taft Middle Schools junior head cheerleader for a date. Peters dad knew it was time for the talk.

Son, he said. Youre reaching a point in your life when your body is starting to change. Things are happening with your body and your starting to notice girls. The girls in your class are going through changes as well. I understand your attraction to Tiffany; she is certainly well developed for a girl her age. Son, theres no easy way to put this so I just going to say, no piece of trim like Tiffany Webster is ever going to open her velvet palace to the likes of a boy like you.

Peters mother, ever the glass is half full kind of person had an idea. Sweetheart, have you ever considered dating the differently abled?

Paul took a blind date to his senior prom. Now by blind date I dont mean that they had never dated before, she was in fact actually blind. When Peter arrived at the State run home for the visually impaired to pick up Amanda, his heart was pounding.

Amanda Marathon was a xylophone prodigy. Mrs. Michaels, the music teacher used to tell her she was going to be a superstar. She was cretin that Amanda was going to be the next Ray Charles.

As Amanda made her way down the stairs, tapping her cane from side to side, Peter took in her beauty. She was a vision in her teal prom dress that clung to al the right places. Always having a sense humor, her shoes were miss matched, one yellow, one navy blue.

Are you ready to do some damage, baby, Amanda asked as Peter pinned on her corsage.

This is insane, I dont know if this is such a good idea.

Amanda leaned in and kissed him. Trust me, this always works. You just put a cup of punch in my hand and guide me past that Tiffany Webster bitch, Ill handle the rest.

Revenge would be sweet for all those years she tormented me. Plus all that shes talked about all year is this prom. I would be great to ruin it for her the way she ruined everything else for me.

That it would be my love, Amanda said taking Peters hand. Hell hath no fury like a blind girl pretending to be a klutz.