That's the Way I loved you

Sorry I've been slacking lately my muse has all but disappeared recently.
Inspired by Taylor Swift's The Way I loved You and MR. Kris Letang



He is Sensible and so incredible

“Come on, let’s go out the back way.” This statement came from my boyfriend Alex. We had been dating for a month and a half. “I don’t want to have to share you with anyone.” He is incredible; every part of him makes me forget that he’s a Pittsburgh Penguin. Yes my boyfriend was none other than Penguin’s defensemen Alex Goligoski.

And all my single friends are jealous

“You are so lucky!” My best friends from high school were fawning over my birthday present from Alex. He had gotten me a stunning diamond necklace in the shape of the penguin’s logo. He had taken me to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town and as I told my story I could see my friends melt.

He says everything I need to hear and it’s like
I couldn’t ask for anything better

He pulled me closer as I silently sobbed on his shoulder. My grandma who had been my best friend my entire life had passed away this morning. “Shh…” He whispered softly into my hair. He gently rocked me back and forth until I settled into a light sleep. When I awoke I was greeted by a note that read…This is what it is to be loved and to know that the promise was when everything fell we’d be held. Sitting next to his note was the doll that my grandma gave me when I was an infant. I could’ve sworn I had lost it.

He opens up my door and I get into his car

After a 5-2 win against the Buffalo Sabers I headed down to the locker room to meet Alex. More than a hour later he was finally showered and ready so we left to go clubbing with some of the team. As we got to the lot he gently guided me into his side and pulled open my door before helping me into his brand new SUV.

And he says you look beautiful tonight
And I feel perfectly fine

The Christmas Ball was tonight and Alex was picking me up in about an hour. I was rushing around trying to finish my hair and makeup. I still had to put on my dress and heels and I was running out of time. I heard him place his key into the lock and open the door just as I slipped into my teal, v-neck, sparkly dress. I turned around to see him staring mouth gaping wide. “You look…so…so…beautiful.” His words just made me feel like I could fly.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
And it’s 2am and I’m cursing your name
You’re so in love that you act insane
And that’s the way I loved you
Breakin’ down and coming undone
It’s a roller coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that’s the way I loved you

“You’re lying to me, don’t even try to tell me you aren’t.” He sighed and looked down at me with those brown eyes. Those eyes are what cause all this trouble. No matter what he does, those eyes always draw me back to him. I was beyond whatever effect they may have had on me now. Storming out I slammed the door behind me. Running out into the pouring rain the tears began to fall. When I couldn’t run anymore I collapsed to the ground and held my knees close to my chest.
“Madison,” he yelled. I heard his splashes as he caught glance of me and ran my way. He pulled me to my feet and held me close.
“Kris I just can’t do this anymore.” Those were the words that ended the best thing I ever had.

He respects my space

“Alex…please… I just want to be alone.” I was confused. I was sad. Thinking of my time with Kris only made me miss him more. This drove me insane because I know that what we had is over.
“Ok, I’ll be back in a bit, I’m going to go grab some of your favorite ice cream .” He kissed my forehead, grabbed his coat, and left me to my thoughts.

And never makes me wait
And he calls exactly when he says he will

I was getting out of the shower when I heard the phone ring. Throwing on my robe I walked to my bedroom.
“Hello…”
“Hey Mads it’s me.” I wasn’t sure at first who “me” was but I quickly realized that it was Alex. “Hey I’m sorry to call this soon but I promised you I’d call after the game.” I had completely forgotten that the game was at 1pm. “We’ll be home in a cople hours be ready to go out to dinner?”
“Sure, I love you Alex.”
“Love you too.”

He’s close to my mother
Talks business with my father

“He’s such a nice boy,” my mother commented as he and dad did the dishes from dinner. “He’s so much better than that Kris boy.” Of course my mother had to bring up Kris. She could not stand that I dated him. She saw him as a “bad boy” and didn’t like the fact that he played hockey. Why Alex was different I had yet to find out.

He’s charming and endearing
And I’m comfortable

As we sat on a blanket on the floor beside the fire I was completely happy. Alex’s body is warm and makes a perfect pillow. The only lights in the room were candles in various places and the fire. He looked down at me and gave me that sweet smirk of his. He kissed my forehead and I felt safe.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
And it’s 2am and I’m cursing your name
You’re so in love that you act insane
And that’s the way I loved you
Breakin’ down and coming undone
It’s a roller coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that’s the way I loved you

Watching the highlights from tonight’s game had me completely in tears. Kris had just called me. From the noise and the fact that they had won I knew they were out celebrating. I can’t believe that Kris would call me when he was drunk. The worst part is that I could hear some dumb puck bunny talking in his ear. I immediately hung up and curled into a ball on the couch. How could he do this to me? He said he loved me. Normally our relationship is good but lately it’s only gotten worse and worse. I knew that I had to confront him about it.

He can’t see the smile I’m faking
And my heart’s not breaking
Cause I’m not feeling anything at all
And you were wild and crazy
Just so frustrating intoxicating
Complicated, got away by some mistake and now.

“Go…” Alex hugged me and gently led me to the door. He handed me my bag. “I know you’re not happy and that’s all I really want for you.” Crying I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “If Kris is the one that makes you happy then that’s all that really matters.” I didn’t know how to express what I was really feeling.
“I’m sorry …” seemed like the best option.
“I know princess, I know. Go…get out of here.” He cracked a smile and I felt myself laugh for the first time in weeks. I was going to be with Kris but only if he takes me back.

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
It’s 2am and I’m cursing your name
I’m so in love that I acted insane
And that’s the way I loved you
Breaking down and coming undone
It’s a roller coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that’s the way I loved you oh, oh

Now completely drenched from the rain I stood at Kris’s door waiting for the courage to knock. After a few minutes as I reached up to rap on the door it opened revealing a half-dressed Kris Letang. He looked down at me sleepily and confused. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his lips to meet mine. As he stood there shocked I pressed a post-it note to his chest and walked into the apartment. It felt so good to be home.

And that’s the way I loved you oh, oh
Never knew I could feel that much
And that’s the way I loved you.

Sad news in the hockey world

Today marks another sad day. 19 year old Alexei Cherepanov has died. Best wishes go out to family and friends.

And to think I was in the same building as him only 16 months ago as he was drafted.

For more information which at the moment I am too distraught to type click the links...

http://www.nhl.com/ice/news.htm?id=386386

http://www.tsn.ca/nhl/story/?id=252547&lid=headline&lpos=topStory_nhl

What would I do without You(Marc Staal)

She was THAT girl. The girl that was what most people considered a brainic. The Girl that everyone knew but no-one was best friends with. Yeah they talked to her but they didn’t know her. She’s not athletic or out-going and no one invites her to just ‘hang-out’. Everyone assumes that she’s happy; that they know her just by having class with her. Everyone except me that is. I know there’s more to her than that. That just because she’s not athletic doesn’t mean she’s not into sports. Trust me, she is; especially when it comes to hockey. Though she may be a brainic she doesn’t act like she knows everything, actually she acts the exact opposite. Just by watching her I’ve learned so much. She writes…poetry, stories, and all sorts of other things. She’s kind, she’ll go out of her way to help you. She’s great with kids. She actually cares about those around her even if they don’t deserve it.
She was my friend. She was always there for me. She was there to cheer me on when I was on the ice. She was there to let me cry when we lost the championship game. She was there when I needed to yell because my girlfriend cheated on me. She was even there when I got my driver’s license and was ready to hit the road. She was there for anything that meant anything to me. I only wish I could say the same.
I wasn’t there for her when she needed me the most. I got her call when she was in the hospital, but I was with my latest fling and decided it wasn’t important. I was wrong, so wrong. The next day I stopped by the house to apologize; only no-one was there. So I tried calling. No one answered. She was gone. They moved I was told.
After awhile I realized, I missed her. I missed her smile. I missed her laugh. I missed her brains. I missed her support. Then I realized what I missed the most was her smell and her touch. Oh, God I’ve fallen for her. Fallen for everything she is. So I searched, and searched, and searched to no avail. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and my grades started slipping. I just didn’t care. The only thing in my life that didn’t change was hockey. It almost felt like she was pushing me to my best but I know that sounds crazy. My life became a routine that just crept by day by day.
Eventually my life became semi-normal again. I still sought out anything to remind me of her. This drive to find some connection led me online. There I stumbled across a creative writing site where I found a poem that hit home.
Friendship is a thing,
that causes a smile but yet can also hurt you.
Feeling some connection with this author, I went to their profile to read more. There was one entitled ‘My Pain’ so I clicked on it.
Rape-violation knowing that you’ll always feel inferior.
Abuse-knowing someone has complete control over you .
Yet neither of these is as bad as knowing your best isn’t there for you.
I was in shock. I hit the back button in order to read the author’s bio.
Hi, my name is Rachel, but my best friend used to call me Ray…please don’t ask about it. I am 17 and I’m addicted to hockey. Especially the Sudbury Wolves. I currently live in a suburb just east of Sudbury itself. No it can’t be…that has to be her. Oh God, she was raped! I knew I didn’t like him for a reason. I have to find her. At that moment I grabbed my coat and car keys and left my apartment driving east. There is only one suburb east of the city. My best guess is to check there first. As soon as I got close I stopped at a phone booth and grabbed the phone book…ah ha 1542 South St. I hopped back in my car and sped off. 1536…1538…1540…1542. I parked and got out eying the house as I walked up the drive. What the heck…I’ll never know if I don’t knock. I slipped onto the front step and knocked twice quietly. Then again a little louder. After 30 seconds I heard footsteps as the door gently opened. As it did it revealed Ray. The girl I’ve fallen in love with. “I’m so so sorry,” I whispered. “Can you forgive me for being an idiot?” She looked like she was about to cry. She grabbed my hand and led me into the entry and out of the cold. I gently eyed her appearance that I hadn’t seen in nearly 6 ½ months. Wow. She looked different. Her hair was longer and she looked tired. Her chest had grown and her stomach had slightly swollen. She glanced at me carefully as if worried about what I thought. I opened my arms and pulled her to me. I whispered comforting words in her ear. “Ray, I couldn’t care less if you’re pregnant, I love you.” She simply replied ‘oh Marc what would I do without you.’

Love for the game, Love for the guy(Marc-Andre Fleury)One-Shot

“She’s Hot,” I heard my teammates say. Granted this is what they were always saying. They were never with a girl for more than a day. Today they were talking about the woman that had joined the penguin’s staff. We had yet to officially meet her but that didn’t stop the guys heads from going straight into the gutter. I mean I love these guys but they can be too much at times.
“I wonder how many of you she turns down in the first hour,” I muttered as I laced my skates up for practice.

If you don’t know who I am, we’re going to fix that problem immediately. My name is Marc-Andre Fleury. I was born on November 28, 1984 outside of Montreal. That of course makes me 23 years in age. I am 6 foot 2 inches and 180 pounds. I was drafted 1st overall in the 2003 NHL draft by the Pittsburgh Penguins and I’m in my 3rd year as their starting goalie. Now that those are over with let’s get on with my story. Where were we? Oh, yeah, my teammates were being perverts and discussing our new staff member. From what I could tell she was slender but not a fake thin…if you know what I mean. She looked like the type of girl that actually ate but worked to keep her figure healthy. That’s the word I was looking for…she looks slender yet healthy. She looked to be about 5’6” or 5’7” in height too.

“Hello…hell….oooo,” She whispered snapping her figures. “Are you with me Fleury?” Crap she’s talking to me? “Huh, what?” I may have sounded dumbstruck but then again I think I was.
“I said: Hi, I’m Sara, the assistant goaltending coach. Obviously you didn’t hear me.” Her voice sounded annoyed but when I looked up she was smiling.
“Marc-Andre, call me Marc.” I said reaching for her outstretched hand. I think she was expecting me to shake it or at least that’s what I gathered after I kissed her hand and saw her shocked expression.

“Hey Sara, why don’t you take Marc into one of the workout rooms and get to know each other. Do some strength exercises with him.” I looked up at Meloche. Was he serious? He always helped me with my strength exercises. O top of that does he not realize that everyone in the room heard him. I’m in for it now. Thanks a bunch. Well I can’t say no. Guess I better get these skates off and hit the workout room.
Lucky for me she kept conversation simple. Questions ranged from favorite color to hockey history. At that topic she got a little edgy and I figured she didn’t want to talk about it.

The guys had finished their practice 20 minutes before we finished our workout. I thought most of the guys had left by the time I hit the showers myself. Sara was actually kind of cool. She worked me hard but not harder than I was capable of. She was 21 and had already graduated university with a sports med degree. Her hair is brunette with little bits of blonde that appeared to be totally natural. And her eyes wow…wait what am I thinking! I can’t fall for her but crap I already have. I mean she’s kind yet demanding at points. She seems to know what I can do even better than I do. I was still hitting myself upside the head as I stepped out of the showers and over to get dressed.

I could just barely hear a conversation going on outside the locker room door. The raised voices were those of my teammates. Wait! That sounds like Sara. What’s going on out there? I quickly threw on my pants(Ummm shirtless) and rushed over to see what was wrong. She sounds upset. I pulled the door open to see Jordie, Tang, Sid and Geno on one side of the hallway and Sara on the other. She was curled up in a ball on the floor sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
“What’d you guys do?” Ok so I was a little angry. Jeeze. I didn’t need her quitting just because I have some idiot teammates trying to hit on her or something.
“We just wanted her to join our pickup game. She said no.” This came from Jordie.
“But we kept bugging her and this happened,” added Geno. I gave them a look telling them to leave and steeped across the hall towards Sara. I slid down the wall to sit beside her.
“Sara,” I whispered trying to get her attention. She continued crying only quieter now. I didn’t know what to do so I followed my instinct. I gently pulled her close to me whispering quiet nothings into her hair. Nearly 20 minutes later she sat up but was still leaning against me.
“You wanna talk about it?” I murmured. She nodded. She leaned into me even more while reaching into her back pocket. She flipped her phone open and handed it to me. Woah! It was our midget team picture. Dwn right in front were the goalies…me and her?
“Petal?” She looked up at me and smiled.
“Flower.” I can’t believe it took me this long. This was the girl that was as good if not better than me and was two years younger. I opened my arms to pull her into a tight hug. We had been best friends that one year we had played together.
“Why’d you quit?” I didn’t know whether or not I was pushing it by asking her or not.
“Remember my dad,” she sobbed.
“He was there every game, yeah I remember him.”
“He passed away not a week after we won the title. He had a brain tumor and refused any help. Without him my world collapsed. He was my everything. I haven’t laced up my skates since.” Her tears were flowing freely. I pulled her chin up so she was looking a t me. I wiped away her tears with the pad of my thumb. “I think I want to try again, but only if you’ll help me."
“Your dad is so proud of you Sara.” With those few words I kissed her unleashing every emotion that I felt.

Who Says Boys are Better?-Sept. 25, 2008(Sidney Crosby)

I'm using creative lisence considering I had this written before Malone signed with Tampa so just bear with me...

September 25, 2008

Hanging up the phone I reflected on what Mario had said. He had basically told me that I was in. The league and player’s assoc. were making an exception and allowing me to play. I was to join practice today. Sid and I have been working hard the past week and it’s really starting to pay off. I can almost out bench him. I grabbed my bag and keys and headed out the door. Arriving at the arena I smiled. This place was already starting to feel like home. Seeing as Mario called me late, the locker rooms were empty at the moment. The guys were doing warm up stretches so I guess I wasn’t THAT late. As I stepped onto the ice Sid looked up and saw me.

S: Hey Mel.

I waved and slid over to him.

M: So did you hear the ruling?
S: I’ve been on the ice almost all morning so I’m gonna say no.
M: You’re stuck with me, I grinned.
S: Really you’re in? That’s great!

He hugged me making me fall down. In the process he fell down too. Talk about awkward. Slowly he got up and pulled me to my feet. Coach Therrien just looked at me strangely.

CT: Melissa what are you doing here?

I left Sid and skated over toward the bench.

M: Mario called me about a half hour ago. The league approved my appeal to play.
CT: Ok go stretch and practice with the guys. I’ll have Sidney introduce you to everyone later.

With that I was dismissed. Practice was good but very easy. Working with Sid has gotten me in great shape. I must say…I was faster and a more fluent skater than half the other guys. Plus I scored a lot more. After grabbing a quick shower I went to put on nicer clothes. Everyone was still showering. I threw on a denim skirt and a light pink baby-doll style top. Grabbing my flip-flops off the floor I noticed that Sid had gone but left behind a note.

Mads,

The guys are all meeting for lunch at Eat’n’Park. You are welcome to join us. (11:30am)

Sid

PS: My treat…as a congratulatory present.

I smiled and grabbed my bags so I could get going. After all I deserved one relaxing day before dealing with the media storm, which was sure to come. I pulled up to my apartment and went inside to put my hockey bags there. Making sure I had everything I needed, I checked the clock.

10:50am

Hopping back into my car I started to make my way to the restaurant. Hearing one of my favorite songs I turned up the radio. When it was over I heard an announcement that somehow surprised me.

As of today the NHL had decided to include certain females that they deem ready into the league. This has come due to Pittsburgh native Melissa Norris’s appeal to play. The Pittsburgh Penguins have not announced whether Melissa will be on their official roster at the beginning of the 08-09 season.

I slammed on my brakes not believing what I had just heard. I can’t believe the news leaked that quickly. Composing myself I pulled into the parking lot. Sid had just arrived and was getting out of his SUV. He saw me and came over. I still was shocked and apparently he noticed.

S: So I’m guessing you heard the radio announcement too. I just nodded. Don’t worry about it…this is just a big thing that’ll blow over in no time. Well at least until people realize how good you are.

M: Gee thanks that helped.

Sidney shrugged and led me inside. Half the team had already arrived and was sitting around laughing. Sidney walked over and patted Army on the back. (He had begged and pleaded to be moved back to Pittsburgh.) I followed Sid lest look like an idiot just standing there. Sid pulled out a chair for me and then sat down on my right.

S: Guys…everyone turned to look at him. This is Melissa.

A: New girlfriend Sid?

S: Ummm no, try new teammate.

W: Wait, I heard this on the radio but I didn’t believe it.

M: Well it’s true.

Mal: And you’re from Pitt?

M: Oh Yeah

Mal: Cool another Home-Towner

Everyone else said hi and other pleasantries. After eating and thanking Sid so many times that he yelled at me for it, I headed home to relax and watch a movie.

Who Says Boys are Better?-September 15,2008(Sidney Crosby)

September 15, 2008

As I stepped out of the shower I heard the doorbell ring.

M: One minute.

I grabbed my jeans off my bed and grabbed a Pittsburgh Penguins shirt out of my drawer. I pulled my long brown hair back as I walked to the door. I opened it and saw Sidney leaning against the frame.

S: Hi, he said looking somewhat like a nervous teenage boy.

I motioned for him to come in. I then led him to the living room.

M: Want anything to drink?
S: Water’s fine.

I grabbed water for him and a pop for me. I returned to the living room and plopped down on the couch next to him. I handed him the bottle.

S: So I talked to Mario
M: Yeah should I be surprised. You do live with him, I smirked. He pushed me gently on the arm.
S: You know that’s not what I meant.
M: Just teasing you.
S: As I was saying I talked to Mario…about you.
M: Good or bad? I was dying to know as this had been my dream for so long.
S: I don’t know, I think it’s good but that’s my opinion.

I motioned for him to continue.

S: He said so far so good and that they are getting closer. He also said we should get working on some plays.

Yes! This is amazing!

Who Says Boys are Better-Info and Sept. 12, 2008(Sidney Crosby)

S-Sidney Crosby
M-Melissa
CT-Coach Therrien
A-Colby Armstrong
W- Ryan Whitney
Mal- Ryan Malone

September.12,2008

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter…

Slowly I walked down the long hallway that would soon become very familiar. As I got closer to my destination I could begin to smell the ice. And yes ice does have a smell. Finally reaching the opening where the entrance to my domain was I stopped and set my bag down. Pulling the zipper open I grabbed my hockey skates and put them on. At the moment all I wanted to do was skate. Gliding, I gradually got used to the difference in the ice. After doing speed drills I went back to get my water bottle. Standing at the doorway was none other than Sidney Crosby dressed in a sweat suit and his skates with his stick in one hand and a couple pucks in the other.

S: Hi, he said smiling.
M: Nice to meet you, I replied.
S: Do you play?
M: OH yeah, I’m trying to make it professionally now. Oh and I’m Melissa.
S: Sidney.
M: No duh, I laughed.
S: So you want to go pro?
M: Of course, hockey isn’t just for guys.
S: We’ll see about that.

We went out onto the ice and he handed me a spare stick.

S: Easy game, no check.
M: If you’re worried about me I can handle it.
S: Nah, I’m not worried about you I just don’t need injured before the season starts.
M: Yeah, last year was bad enough, I cringed.

He nodded and we started our one on one game. Personally I say I kicked his butt. And he wasn’t going easy on my either. I had a ton of speed and I knew how to use it. I scored again.

S: Ok. I give up…, he said trying to catch his breath. Damn you’re good.
CT: Did you have a good workout Sid?

I slid over to the bench where I had placed my water and took a huge sip.

S: Oh yeah, she’s good. He motioned to me.
CT: Well I’m glad you think so. If all goes according to plan she’ll be your winger this year.
M: I’m gonna go grab a shower…nice to meet you Sid.

I walked to the locker room, not wanting to eavesdrop…well I do but I won’t. Heading home for the day I pondered what Sid and the coach had said.