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Surprise!
Not only am I showing you awesome jewelry designers all week, but I’m giving you guys a chance to win a gorgeous necklace from Nomination.
The necklace is from the Prisoner of Love collection and it’s worth $165. The Prisoner of Love collection takes violent icons (handcuffs and guns) and turns them into positive, sexy symbols in their jewelry. I’ve been seeing a lot of this around and I even have a necklace with guns in my jewelry box.
How to enter
Comment below or post a entry on your blog (with a link back here) telling us your “prisoner of love” story. C’mon, we all have one. They’re either terrible or terribly sweet. Who stole your heart or made you cry? You have until 10 a.m. Friday PST and the best entry wins!
I’m a prisoner of love. The Boy tells me every day how beautiful I am. He stands by the statement that I am the most beautiful girl in the world. I have told him there is Angelina Jolie, Kate Winslet and tons of prettier girls, but he refuses to believe me.
So, tell us your story and win a chance at this gorgeous necklace!
Life has never been the same since I met Dear Boyfriend three years ago, and up to this day that ‘force’ (also called love ^_^) is so strong I feel like I am chained that I never want to let go.
He is such a nice person not only to me, but to his friends and family as well. He accepts me for who I really am and still treats me like a princess. My happiness is always his first priority. I am so full of him and I know I will do everything for him, for our love. Yes, I am his captive. And with that, I’ve never felt so free.
My friend stole my heart almost 3 years ago & won’t give it back.I hope he never does ^_^ He’s the most inspiring,wonderful person I’ve ever met
The man I married 8 years ago has continued to steal my heart…he puts our children and I first.
We’ve actually been together sinces September of 1995 but decided to get married (in Dec. 2000) to start our family. I am so proud of him. He continues to take my breath (and heart) away. After so many years you would think one would get board of the other, but not here…he steals kisses when ever no one is looking, pats my behind as he walks by, steps up behind me to say that I’m beautiful (as I’m washing dishes in my dingy house cleaning clothes) and kisses me on the back of my neck, calls me cutie when I’m feeling ugly and so many more little quirky (yet beautiful) things he does to continually steal my heart. I still feel gitty inside every time we touch, like the first time we locked eyes thirteen years ago.
My boyfriend and I had been dating for almost 10 months when I had to travel to New York for a conference. While I was away, he told me that he was going over to my parents’ house to ask them if I could move in with him. (My family is very conservative, you see). I called him later that night, and he told me that it went very badly, that my father got angry and kicked him out of the house. I felt so bad that I had pressured him to go and ask my parents…I started crying and felt miserable the rest of the night. When I got back from NY, I didn’t bring up the issue with my parents, feeling that it was probably best if we just forgot about the whole thing.
A couple of weeks later, Bryan woke me up at 5:00 in the morning. “We’re going to the beach to watch the sunrise” he said. I thought it was a sweet idea (it was one of the first dates he ever took me on), and agreed to go. We were on our way to the beach when Bryan took a wrong turn. He was getting all upset over it, and I told him that it didn’t matter if we missed the sunrise, it was just fun being with him. Finally, we got to the beach and watched the sun rise. As the sun was rising, Bryan said “You know, when I asked your dad if you could move in with me, he was only mad for about 30 seconds…” I looked at him, perplexed. He continued: “…because I didn’t ask him if you could move in with me.” At that moment he got down on one knee and asked me if I would marry him. He hadn’t asked my parents if I could move in with him at all…he spent that evening at my parents house asking them if he could ask me to marry him. We’re planning on getting married in October…and I’ll always be his prisoner of love.
I’ve been dating my sweetie Alex for seven years now (we have been friends for twelve). He is the sweetest, silliest man I’ve ever known. Almost two weeks ago he supprised me while in my bathrobe and slippers making coffee. He got on one knee and showed me a sweet little band engraved inside “Mon coeur avez” or “You have my heart” (old French). Then he asked “Will you marry me?”. I nearly knocked him over as I threw my arms around him and said “Of course I will”. I was already a “prisoner of looove” before that moment but this summer we will make it official.
Bonus-My parent are crazy about him and I love his Mom.
I was a true prisoner of love. I met my ex when I was 17. He helped me grow up and I helped him loosen up. Unfortunately his loosening up involved hi getting into prescription drugs and forced me to evaluate and real evaluate what I beleived true love is. I beleived that in order for a relationship to work and people to stay together, Love was all you need. I stuck with him, supported him and tried to find hapiness in our occassional moments of connection, but I knew that resentment and fear of him slipping back into his old ways were always thoughts circling in my head. He went to rehab in 2003 and proposed of Christmas Day that same year. We were married in 2005 and I fell into a state on denial and depression. I denied I was unhappy and chalked in up to unhapiness at circumstances rather then the marriage… In 2006 he lost his job, started withdrawing from me and spending a lot of money on frivolous things we couldn’t afford. It’s like I finally woke up and realized that this was my life and I wasn’t going to live much longer if all this continued. I was overworked, constantly critisized, sexually frustrated and cut off from my friends and family. My life was no longer MINE- it was his and I couldn’t do anything without his approval it seemed. After a discussion with some friends while I was shooting an independant film, we discussed marriage and children. I realized as soon as the words came out of my mouth… I didn’t want to have children with the man I married. I may never want to have children, but I deffinately didn’t want to trap myself by having a baby with someone I was falling out of love with. That was the biggest factor in me leaving him. I have to be true to who I am and find joy in the activities and friendships I had to shelve away for so long. I left him in November of 2006 and finally started to rediscover who I really was again. The funny thing about learning to love yourself again after you’ve been emotionally abused for so long is that in the joys of finding yourself… you might attract someone who loves you for you too. I met Matt a year ago, we fell in love unexpectedly and we are still together. It took great strength in me to leave the man who imprisoned my heart and soul for so long. Even today I cry over the failed marriage, endless lies and broken promises. Part of me still has a broken heart but if there is anything I can take away from this experience it is the wisdom to know the warning signs of an unhealthy relationship and the maturity to walk away if I start feeling like I have become a helpless prisoner of love again.
Eight years ago, my first year in High School, I was paired with a girl in my Spanish class for a project. In the middle of our ‘bonding’ she made an offhand comment about one of our classmates, I’ll call him “B”. When I looked over and saw him, I felt everything and nothing all at once. It was a rush, but at the same time, I was completely numb to everything around me. It was like a thousand rocks tumbling overhead and an ocean beneath my feet. I was absolutely smitten. He and I became fast friends and, as luck would have it, we stayed friends. Then he dated a good friend of mine; and then another, and then a girl I’d never met. After 2 years, I left the country as an exchange student. For 10 months I exchanged emails with him, my fondness never wavering. Seeing no harm in it, I told my new friends about my ‘crush’ and they all sympathized, but then, they all had partners. When I came back for senior year, it was the same as always: he dated, and I waited (what for? Who knows…) The only person I ever told my feelings to was my sister — “B” was friends with all my friends, and I knew nothing I would say could stay sacred. I would wake up at night from wonderful, terrible dreams of just being with him. He’s the only boy I’ve ever cried or lost sleep over; but I also loved seeing him smile when he would tell me my girl-advice worked, or when he talked about how great his girlfriend was. We graduated and now go to school 400 miles apart. We’ll graduate college soon, and after that, who knows where we’ll end up. We keep in touch through online social networking, and last year, I finally convinced myself that I can definitely be happy without him.
Until he told me how beautiful I looked in a photo and it all came crashing down again. It’s been 8 long years and I just hope that someday, maybe at a class reunion, I can walk up to him and his lovely wife, and joke about how I used to have just a bit of a crush on him…
I blogged your contest on this post:
http://laurawilliamsmusings.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesday-122-edition-of-contests-galore.html