Dating
5 indicators that a boy is thinking of you
Nothing to Guess! The 5 Telltale Signs a Guy Is Thinking About You Chances are, if you have a special boy in your life, you think about him constantly. Therefore, it makes sense to ponder whether he's also considering you. Fortunately, you don't have to be mired in uncertainty! There are numerous non-deceptive signals and hints that can be used to determine whether a guy is thinking about you.
By Charle Davers3 years ago in Confessions
Do I love him?
I've known him since we were sixteen. I fell for his conversation. I never knew what he looked like when we first started dating. It was a long-distance relationship. One night I felt like my whole world was crashing down, and he came in and picked it right back up. He's saved me more times than I can count. How?
By Milith Jade "MJ"3 years ago in Confessions
Modern Day Mix Tape 2
For me, I travel through time and space through music. Music is my time travelling companion. The force that opens the portal. It is and always has been music. I am able to be moved from here to there most easily through what I hear. Music is how I travel through time. Music is my first love and my last love. I have had many loves in between where it started and where it will end, but it always has been and always will be music for me. My one true. That and Jesus, which goes without saying but I should say it. Considering Jesus loves music. "Don't be a prude- not when it comes to music" is something I think I have heard him say....
By Jamie LeFebvre 3 years ago in Confessions
The story through her eyes
going on ten years ago they worked together, she always had a thing for him, he had a cute smile and smirk along with a very sexy accent. She thought of telling him to see if anything would come of it many times, but always chickened out, believing herself when she thought that she wasn’t good enough, pretty enough or sexy enough. So they just remained work friends.
By Melina simpson3 years ago in Confessions
An Incident from the Summer of Frankie Says Relax
When I was a young lad, my family and I were moved from a soon-to-be-demolished downstairs flat that was infested with mice, to a brand new three bedroom house on a nearby estate. The move sparked a lot of change in my life; there were new friends to hang out with, I had my own bedroom, whose walls I would festoon with posters, and an inside toilet, which allowed me to go about my business free of the company of woodlice.
By Joe Young3 years ago in Confessions
Mr. Fine, You’re On My Mind
I recently had my first serious, short-lived relationship since my divorce four years ago. I say it was serious because we seriously talked on the phone about anything and everything as much as we could. Long distance, we got along very well. He taught me many things along the way, including that I am not a dried-up old prune – at least, not yet. I thought this relationship had the makings of being long-term. Apparently not because I broke up with him last night. It wasn’t an argument that caused the separation between us. He was my intellectual match with a great connection, and I never anticipated that I would break up with him last night. While I regret breaking up because of all the wonderful things we were for each other, the question “What would feel even better” was posed to me this morning.
By Esther Julianne McDaniel3 years ago in Confessions
Summertime Sadness
It is certainly confusing being me sometimes. Lately, I feel as if I have just literally blown sh*t up. While I have been sort of, grieving over summer being over, essentially... I had a lot of trouble even when the weather had suddenly changed. You see, I adore the spring-time. Here, in New York, I feel like the longer I've been on this earth the shorter, and more irrelevant the spring-time air has become. I love fall, again, I love and appreciate that we have seasons... but it's something about the change that gets me...
By Lady Bt3 years ago in Confessions
Late Summer in Paris
Late Summer in Paris There are a lot of reasons why I love Paris. It’s a beautiful city. There are the obvious ones that everyone knows about. The architecture, art, culture and food are always the things that standout in most people’s minds. Paris is the city of lights. It is romantic and charming. This time of year is one of my favorites. It’s still warm and sunny during the day but cooler and breezy in the evenings. Not quite sweater weather but quickly heading in that direction. There are a fewer tourists wondering about. Thankfully! Tourist summers here are very unpleasant. As a tourist I would avoid summertime in Europe, especially Paris. Paris always has tourists though, always! It doesn’t matter what the season is. However, for the most part most of them have left by now to prepare for the return to school and work. The streets are a lot more quiet. Many of the shops are empty; their owners still enjoying their holidays wherever they are. I love it here this time of year.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux3 years ago in Confessions
Unveiling of the Soul
once again, my heart is ripped from my chest. I’m made to look stupid and reliant on this person who completely disregards my feelings, emotions, thoughts. why am I crying about it? Because I can’t believe that a human being can be this heartless. this cold. this insensitive. I feel so deceived, but why am I shocked. i feel so lied to, but isn’t that always the case. I hoped for changed. I was excited for change. I dreamt of a change. For some reason I actually believed in the small, close to impossible chance of a change. A change that would shift everything. Instead, I got what I asked for. I’ve been looking for reason after reason to walk away. I’ve tried and have been unsuccessful. I have recited speeches, and endless lines on what I would say. I have created emotionally vulnerable voice memos in hopes of being able to put all the emotions, energy and vulnerability into the phone, only to never have to deal with it again. Hoping that in some way the phone could swallow up and absorb all of my emotions that are so deeply tied into this situation. That somehow the phone could suck away the hurt, betrayal and lies from within me so I could be free of it all once and for all. Somehow I could put all of this into an item that could be separated from my heart so I could heal and move on. Why does it hurt so bad, you may ask? Because to love and not be loved in return is by far the worse pain of all. To love so deeply and feel nothing but the continuous brutal stabbing of your beating heart, the same one you continue to put into this dead situation - that’s utter pain. it’s unfair. it’s exhausting. it’s…. what words can I even use. I feel like a shell of a shell. My heart pounds, what do I say upon arrival? do I say anything? do I express the pain that eats me up inside? do I act like the shell i have become when it pertains to this situation?
By Dom Dee3 years ago in Confessions
Why You Shouldn't Have a Crush
Many people get their first crush in elementary or middle school. You first notice the girl sitting next to you in class. She is dressed really nicely today. Her hair is pinned up with a few strands framing her face. She always helps you with your classwork or homework when you get stuck on a question. In the downtime of class, she shares her book with you and lets you read with her. Over time, she becomes the highlight of your day. Every day you come in, you hope she did too, just so you can see her. The thought puts a smile on your face.
By Jordan Horter3 years ago in Confessions
How to Keep Your Girlfriend Happy?
A relationship lasts on trust and love for each other. Adversity may come about through love. Therefore, it is the duty of the two to be careful so that the relationship is not ruined. Of course, the boys have to fulfill more responsibilities to maintain the relationship! But they have nothing to worry about. You don't have to know rocket science to have a good relationship with a girlfriend. Just follow some smart methods. Let's talk about some secret ways to keep your girlfriend happy.
By Mehedi Hasan Shawon3 years ago in Confessions
