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How I Loved Someone, Without Loving Myself First
"You can't love someone until you love yourself" is a phrase that has always haunted me. It left me growing up, believing I could never find actual love. As a depressed teen living with a father they always had a rocky relationship with, I told myself I was doomed. I lived under the strict rule that I couldn't date until I was eighteen. Once I knew that, I knew that my childhood would be bland in comparison to those dating freely. After some time, I did not want to date. I saw all of the trouble and drama it caused my friends, and I was happy to opt out. I had a few long distance relationships with online friends, all of which I'm still friends with today. I had tried twice in person. One I'm still friends with, one I haven't spoken with since, and I'm content with that. After those failures, I thought the old saying might be true, but then I met this huge nerd.
By Gren McClintic8 years ago in Humans
Let's Go on a Date!
Buttons sat on their only spinning chair in the office. It was wooden and the wheels were squeaky but it worked rather well and it hadn’t broke, so it sat in their workspace. Knobs, Sniper, and Buttons had started a repair business together, and there wasn’t much they couldn’t fix without each other. They were were more than happy that this was how they lived, working in their mini warehouse with their boyfriends.
By Caden Edwards8 years ago in Humans
Heartbreak
Chapter One: You start to question yourself on whether or not you’re good enough, wondering where you could have possibly gone wrong, sitting there trying to analyze the situation and trying to figure out a way to fix it, but here’s the thing, you can’t. Welcome to the story on my first love. It all started with the usual Facebook posts — yup that’s where I met him, and little did I know we went to the same school together. One night I’m scrolling on my Facebook and as usual I got bored and started liking people’s statuses and posts and I came across his, the guy who broke me into pieces. So there he is messaging me on his truth towards me and he started off with, “you’re beautiful, but that’s stating the obvious, truth is, you should say hi sometime at school.” Long story short, we got to know each other better on social media. Then it came to that day when I finally met him in person. I’m walking to class on a Monday afternoon, and he approached me, etc. You guys should probably know by now that we talked, we met, and day by day we started to hangout and talk more and he told me these things like, “you’re beautiful, you’re funny, I love your smile,” etc. A year and a half later, there we were. Everyone at school knew about us, we were inseparable, he was my best friend, my go to, my first love, we did about everything together and everyone swore that him and I were gonna make it out of high school together and be those high school sweethearts and I had no doubt about it. I was head-over-heels for this guy until that day came. The arguments rose, the hate you’s more than the I love you's, the I’m sorry's, the crying, the frustration — everything. It seemed like everything I did or said would ruin something, but God did have a way of making things seem like it was okay. We’d argue then minutes later we’d be laughing until our stomachs hurt. He was everything I ever wanted in someone. I could have sworn on my life I was going to marry this guy and grow as a family with him and have this amazing life together. I was in love with him and nothing he ever did or said would change that. Then June 10, 2015 was when it all came rolling down, as if someone came and hit me in my stomach with a bat about a thousand times. One year and eight months in I had found it all out...
By Gabby Dominguez 🌻8 years ago in Humans
A Collection of "Ands"
There are words dripping from my lips in no sensible order. They are empty; as much as I try to fill them with the passion and the past married to them in my mind, they are detached, and I am sorry for that. There are messages on my tongue, and poems perched on my fingertips, and ideas begging to be released and turned into rants of no importance all because of you, and because of your smile, and because you smell like flowers and soaked cedar and comfort when I bury my face in your shoulder, and I love that about you.
By Amelia Clare Wright8 years ago in Humans
My Theory on Love
Love is the purest phenomenon on the face of the planet. It is what gives the expression of beauty. Over time, just like we have labeled life, humans have made love seem difficult and impossible. However, most of us barely know it. We are too busy being sacred of it. You can call it, "the fear of the unknown." From time to time, we suffer pain from what we thought was love and we get disappointed — an aftermath of high hopes that, as long as we feel good around someone, there's a shield protecting us from hurt.
By Autumn Flowers8 years ago in Humans
The Wooden Party Cat
I am a cat person at heart. I love dogs and animals in general but I always found myself drawn to cats. I have two of them and they are the only men in my life I can fully rely on. I love them so much and they're always able to make me feel more stable and loved. There is one other cat that can be found in room, although this one is not living. Perched on the thin ledge under my window you can find a small carving of a sleeping cat. This wooden cat was given to me in the strangest way, one I will never forget.
By Pearl McCarthy8 years ago in Humans
Relationships
Back in the day when my parents or grandparents were growing up, you met people at work or school dated then if they fell in love got engaged and married. Kids were usually involved too but things have changed. We have so many people just hanging out and hooking up. I'm sorry but wanting to find the one someone to have a real relationship with in this hook up culture is a new and very special kind of hell. Some millennial men don't want to be romantic or man up and make stuff right when they mess up. Some men have no idea how to be the men women need. They also don't want to pay for shit. We also have online dating and dating apps. The online thing kind of makes me feel like I'm shopping for a mate or a date instead of looking for one. I think people just want stuff to be quick. What people forget is that quick or instant doesn't always equal the best fit or forever.
By Lena Bailey8 years ago in Humans
The Labels that Define Our Generation
Being left behind is a constant fear in the hearts of many throughout our lives. The fear that you will have to survive the harsh world alone can break an individual's soul and crush future dreams of being a part of something greater. Many struggle to cope with being alone and learning to love oneself. In a community listed as a minority, this can be amplified.
By David Browder8 years ago in Humans
