love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

Connected Hearts
The pain doesn't stop the heart from loving. Everyone in life has faced hurt from the ones they love at one point in life. There are just some people who—no matter what you have been through with them—you still can't stop loving them. You think about them all the time even when you are not with each other. When you see them, your heart just skips a beat.
By Shauna Campbell7 years ago in Humans
A Love Story
A boy once knew a girl with hair that gleamed like raven feathers. She had a laugh that touched his soul and lifted him up. Her mind was was sharp like the edge of a diamond blade, her face was that of an angel, and she was wild and free. The boy would get lost in her eyes, swimming in her soul.
By Paulgman 7 years ago in Humans
Fleet & Skeet
The first girl I ever loved was what you would call a "fleet & skeet." "Fleet & skeet" definition: The term one uses to describe a lesbian who is older and gets younger lesbians to fall in love with them, only to leave soon after (see: cunt). See, I've told this story many times, but never have I told the whole story before. One person does know the second half of the story, (my fifth therapist), but I have yet to let her know the full truth. September 16, 2016. I was 11, to turn 12 in February. 7th grade. Warm, the sun wrapped around you as if it were your earth made blanket, slowly leaving a mark of bright red cherry plum shriveled up skin on your shoulders and cheeks. Mama let me walk down to the skate park with my bestest friends, together forever no matter what. We counted our crunched up $1 bills and coins from our pretty in pink coin purses.
By Miles King7 years ago in Humans
Amor Fati
I became obsessed with the concept of Amor Fati when I was 25. I thought I had just met a great guy, and that maybe for once things were going to go the way I had hoped they would. While the idea of marriage, child birth, long term commitment all scare the hell out of me... I still find myself craving a life partner. Someone that I can enjoy the beauty of the world with. Something I think we all want to some varying degree.
By Rachel Hill7 years ago in Humans
Love After Heartbreak
Love never comes easily after heartache. Even when the right guy/girl comes along, you find yourself pushing him away, afraid to fall too deep and end up getting hurt all over again.
By Erica Love7 years ago in Humans
He Was the Spirit
It was a chilly night in Los Angeles and I sat in a circle of new friends plunged in deep discussion about the spiritual and material values of life. There were agreements and disagreements, laughter and grimacing, and all of the things that make a great conversation all consuming. I was in my perfect type of heaven. Then, everything stopped. He politely walked through, not so much graceful as grateful that we made the room for him. He had a beat up hat, a heavy camera around his neck, and kind, inquisitive eyes. It felt like I was noticing something for the first time, and that something... was everything. Time returned to normal and I re-joined the conversation, which seemed to flow and whirl through the entire night. In what felt like a brief moment everyone had dissipated, and I sat there alone with my head bowed thinking about what great things lie ahead with new voices and faces from the night. Then I feel the soft presence sit down next to me. I look up to see the beat up hat, the camera, and the inquisitive eyes.
By Dāv7 years ago in Humans
Mistletoes
The Bachelors put it best when they sang, "And so this is Christmas, for weak and for strong. The rich and the poor ones, the road is so long." Our story starts on a long road—well, a crescent. Lighthouse Crescent was the main street in the city of Pockwock that Kittie Nicole lived in. She lived with her brother and her parents. Kittie spent her time with her best friends Natalia and Stefan, or with her British (good for nothing) boyfriend Aaron who had a pretty face, but let me tell ya kiddo, he definitely wasn't pretty anywhere else. Nonetheless, Kittie loved him.
By Corrie Hayward7 years ago in Humans
Waiting for You My Love
Missing you every second of every day. When I thought I was over you, then there you were popping up in my mind all over again.
By Shauna Campbell7 years ago in Humans
Love Can Be...
What can I say about love? I don't know if I can say anything that I haven't said already, but love can be a lot of things. I don't think people understand how versatile love is, because everyone is so blind to how it should be—that's why everyone is so obsessed with the idea of love being so beautiful, rewarding, and a whole bunch of other stuff in that area, but they don't want to bring up the realistic part of it. Sure, love can be beautiful, rewarding, amazing, all of that good shit, but on the other hand, for me along with a handful of other people, love can be ridiculous, confusing, strange, and it's crazy how much someone will go through just because they love someone, or better yet, they want to be in a relationship with whoever they're going for.
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Humans
Lost and Found
I knew that I was a queen. I knew that I was beautiful. Come to think of it, I could’ve gotten anything that I’ve wanted. My hair was always done, nails always done. Shoot, my skin was flawless. Only thing I was missing was a boyfriend.
By Unspoken Wyrd7 years ago in Humans
Science Speaks Math
But I decided not to pursue such specialization. Not because I started to hate Math when I was in college and was taking up an education course. In fact, Math was the only subject that thrilled me to the extent that I got obsessed with word problems. It was just I did not want to see the girl who hurt me so much to the point that it kept me awake all night, that’s why I ran away from specializing mathematics. Following the track to be a Mathematician would mean seeing her, and I could not still face the truth that our relationship had already ended. It would be an everyday heartache.
By Allen Jacir7 years ago in Humans
Now You're Just Somebody I Used to Know
The worst part of this story is that I truly thought that he was going to be with me. Plot twist: He didn't choose me; he chose the other girl. This story is a rollercoaster filled with a long history, awkward stages, a school retreat, prom, and so many missed opportunities.
By McKie Hunt7 years ago in Humans