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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
PANDEMIC LESSONS ON LOVE FROM A WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
As a wedding photographer, I’ve learned some invaluable lessons that only a pandemic could teach. Let’s call it, hard love? There is no secret that this year was full of couples stressing about having to rain-check their weddings. However, love still prevailed and the lucky, determined few still got to say “I DO”. These lessons may seem obvious, but yet a global pandemic is what it took to remind us of them. Dare I say, these lessons break through the shiny preconception the wedding industry has laid before couples for decades.
By Angelica Pasquali5 years ago in Humans
3 Things You Need to Make Love Last
Far too often, people don’t understand what true communication and connection look like in a healthy, grounded relationship. Most people enter into romantic coupling equipped with only slightly better than kindergarten-level tools for communication.
By Jessica Lynn5 years ago in Humans
Falling For A Friend
Arriving early was not something I was well practised in. I approached the house with anticipation, the type that comes with New Year’s eve. The immense expectation of what is coming and signing off from a year I would genuinely like to forget. A promise of a better you, a more satisfying year to come. So no pressure for a great night at all then, I thought. I rang the doorbell, “Hey babe, come in”, I follow behind and was lead into Greg’s kitchen. He was the one who lived here and Racheal was his girlfriend. The kitchen was in pristine condition, just the way Greg liked it. “Hey mate, how’re things?”, Greg said warmly, extending his hand for a shake. “Yeah all right”, I said rather softly, a small smile across my face. I was rather nervous about tonight. Let alone the high expectation of having a nice night, but also I knew Sarah would be there. At least I looked good, I’d been to the barbers, bought a new, crisp suit and was looking fresh. Greg cracked a can of my favourite IPA, extended it out to me, “beer?”. Fuck it, why not, it is New Year’s eve for fuck’ sake. Racheal poured herself a glass of wine and sat down at the large oak table. I sit next to her, “you look nice”, she said, I smiled in return. “Not trying to impress anyone, are we?” she smirked, trying to wind me up. They both knew about Sarah and me, the only two who did. I looked down at my beer, “no, no”, I blurted tapping the can. “Just trying to look nice”. Sam walks over to the table, stepping away from the boiling stove for a hot second, “you are so full of shit sometimes”. I look up, wide-eyed, acting with disbelief, “what I’m serious!”. Although I wasn’t, I had absolutely looked as nice as possible for one reason, Sarah.
By Cameron McLeod5 years ago in Humans
