love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Our Love Story
Love is a drug. A drug that we can’t get enough of. It’s addictive and we know it. Do we want this addiction to stop? Hell no. Love is a powerful sensation. Sometimes, we love it, and sometimes we hate it. When people think of love, typically they think of it as being happy. But love can also be sorrowful. The people we thought that loved us, betray us. They cheat, they lie, they ruin us. The person that we thought we loved, may no longer be in your life, but the pain, the memories, everything still lingers. That’s what happened to him.
By Breann Elizabeth7 years ago in Humans
To the Love that Isn't Mine
To the love that is not mine, I want you to know that I will love you no matter what. I mean it, no matter what. I will love you in ways that my heart should not love—in silence because, out loud, in every way possible is painful and wrong. I will love you still no matter what. You have opened up a piece of my heart that will always be kept warm whenever you decide you want to fill it, if you decide that one day you want to fill it. I did not think I would ever end up here again, and while I hate that I am here, loving what is not mine to love, I do not want it to be anyone else but you. Although I wish it was anyone else but you. You are my best friend... a piece of me will always belong to you, but not in the way that I want. Not in the way that my heart yearns for. I am casted off into the abyss of the friend-zone, watching as you go on, creating anchors that secure your happiness, but weigh heavy on my chest along the way. While it hurts for now, I am okay. I will be okay. I am always okay. I will be happy for you as you tell me about how much you love him. I will smile and nod as you show me pictures and videos of you and him, and tell me that there is no one else for you. I will ignore the way that those words tighten around my throat and make it hard for me to breathe. I do not matter. My feelings do not matter. They never matter, but they are not supposed to, and I will always selflessly put myself last for you—over and over again without question. I will hold your head on my shoulder as you cry about something stupid he said, and I will be there still when you go into detail about how you made up. I will laugh and joke about it as if it does not pain me, in ways you will never know. In ways I will never tell, not to you. If the day comes I will stand next to you holding your flowers as you exchange rings and say I do, and I will smile for the pictures. I will ignore the sound of my own heart breaking as I watch you fade into your happy ending, wondering when mine will come. I will love you from afar in ways I cannot say because it is not my place anymore. It was never my place, but that is okay, because if we are nothing more than friends then I do not care as long as you are here. I want you here, even if it hurts. I will learn to love someone else who is not you, only to wish it was you, hopelessly. You will be there to wipe my tears and frown in displeasure when I constantly go back to what I have settled for due to what I strived for being out of reach, but I will be fine and you know I will be fine, yet you will still want better for me and I will probably still want you. You are not mine to want, but in time I will be fine. I will always be fine. I will paint on my smile with pride and attend every milestone you have from here on out, happy for you because I am. I really am. I promise I am. So, to the love that is not mine, I wish nothing but the best. I love you...
By Naomi Baxter7 years ago in Humans
To the Love We Give
It's has been 5 falls, 5 winters, and 4 summers since the day we met. When you met me I was full of love, joy, passion, and ambition. I had my future all planned out in my mind. These plans were made ever since my first unexpected visit from a not so welcomed friend every girl encounters each month. Then you came to me like a deer in the open road at night, unexpectedly and with full force. When we met it was as if all of those plans I had made no longer went according to the program. No matter how much I tried to stay on the timeline I had already created, it just all came back to you.
By Jacqueline Rios7 years ago in Humans
Love Begins with Yourself
The world is full of people (to generalize) who spend their lives trying to do something for others, going to calls from friends in trouble or being altruistic with some cause that is fair to them. If they analyze their lives they would realize this failure, in many aspects, in which for that type of person they should be easy to control. I say for how they care about others, they should not be depressed or with some need that for them it is easy to supply their neighbor, so call him.
By katia crispin7 years ago in Humans
To the Man I Gave Up Everything For
I am not going to go into the details about how our relationship started, but here is a long story short: We met and the connection we had was intense. There was something there in him that I needed and craved every minute of every day. We needed each other, but it was not that simple. Our relationship started on rocks. We were constantly on and off; we could never meet in the middle. No matter how hard we tried, we ended up finding ourselves back into each other's arms. Then we finally got to a steady chapter and started a family. We decided it was time to get married and our future started building. Somehow, in the midst of it all, it got crushed.
By Meghan Thomas7 years ago in Humans
Nighthawks
All lights sans red had long since died along the streets of Desdemona. Most good folks were already bedded down, safe from the outside world behind their apartment doors. Me? I don't sleep that easy. This new case, well more of a new lead, had my gears turning. They only spun faster as my eyes tracked over the black stamped letters in his file. Silas "Cinder" Elluin, notorious ringleader that had his talons in most of Desdemona. The only bastions were the cops, which were crumbling, and Rook, my organization. I grumbled as I tried to connect the lines on Silas' trail. Finding him was almost as difficult as catching him but given we'd found him enough times to have a bookshelf devoted to him but had no arrests, maybe that spoke more for itself. As the gears in my head ground ever faster, shrieking and smoking, my door, the one marked "Amnesty" swung open. The click-clack of stilettos on my tile revealed more than my eyes. Ophelia, one of my partners.
By Maya Manzonelli7 years ago in Humans
A Common Sense
About 10 years ago, I found myself in a depressive state. In fact, I moved out of state after a nasty breakup. I thought that moving away from the problem was going to make it somehow better. Little did I know, trying to run away from a problem when it's in your own head is kind of impossible. Upon moving down south I couldn't smoke marijuana, which I used mainly for insomnia, so I started doing obsessive research. I researched a few rabbit holes and, I found myself in a series of wormholes that connected more and more frequently. At the time, it was quite scary to find myself researching the pyramids and ending up in reading about the Emerald Tablet. Likewise, researching theoretical physics would somehow, lead me back to the pyramids, probably through some pattern I may have chosen to see. I started becoming obsessed with sacred geometry, alchemy and hermeticism. I found, that the more I looked with these three keys in mind, things started to make more sense to me. I started doing a lot more writing and reading to try and figure out what I was trying to run away from in my own mind. My perspective began to shift and the way I looked at the world did too. I then realized that, I had become comfortable with a social existence that I had also grown to be annoyed with at the same time.
By X icantfindmylighter.com X7 years ago in Humans
Love and Loss
People say love is beautiful, and it transcends any emotion. They say it’s in everything, and it’s what the world needs most, but I’m here, young and somehow experienced, to tell you that it’s a lot more than just compliments, kisses, and restaurants. It’s a lot more than attraction, lust, sex, any of what you know it to be.
By 7 years ago in Humans
