love

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

What I Tell Myself About Love
There are two that mock me: my heart and him. There's the real him that goes about his day, ignorant of me, busying himself with himself and others (others than me).
By Alexandra F7 years ago in Humans
The Breakup That Never Happened
She woke up and the first thing she noticed was the sharp pain in her neck, beginning at the nape and moving its way down towards her lower back. Today it was this, yesterday it had been a numbness in her arm. She ignored it as she got out of bed and continued on with her morning routine. The entire time she brushed her teeth and fixed her mane, tangled from a night of tossing and turning, she never once met her eyes in the reflection of the mirror. She knew that if she did, she would break down again.
By Anu Singh7 years ago in Humans
Should You Leave Your Relationship?
Many relationships end without much effort to mend them, couples get frustrated and stop trying. Like most things in life, greatness doesn't come without hard work.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Humans
Soul Mates
Ah yes, the ever mysterious “Soul Mate”. Media has portrayed the Soul Mate as the perfect fit. The peanut butter to your jelly. The wind beneath your wings. It’s gotten people crazed to find someone that they can have a fairytale love with. And look, I totally get it. Who wouldn’t want to find the love of their life and ride off into the sunset? But there’s one thing people forget: Life isn’t a fairytale. We get so wrapped up in trying to find the perfect partner in crime, that often times, the definition of a “Soul Mate” gets misconstrued and warped into trivial meanings. We think our Soul Mate is going to ride in on a white steed and hand us a bouquet of roses. We think that every conversation is going to be perfect and we won’t get into arguments. And look, if you do happen to be in a relationship like that, awesome. I’m not saying that your love isn’t valid. All I’m saying is that the term Soul Mate is often used incorrectly when describing types of connections.
By Rowan Flores7 years ago in Humans
This Was Love
They told me I would know love when I experienced it, each relationship moving through me overwhelmed with lackluster, until I met Alister. I learned what love is; it’s fighting through the painstakingly rough roads to end up in his warm embrace when all else seems to crumble away. He is irritation and satisfaction, a deep fulfilling breath seeping into your lungs and expanding the muscles in your chest, but also a day like when every little thing is going wrong filling your face with vexation and your voice ready to scream. I can feel the warm wind gust through my hair on a gentle autumn day and as I close my eyes I see his face. A million different hues of reds, oranges and golds and my minded is clouded by the plentiful glances his eyes have made. Alister is the battle of dark and light; the yearning of temptation and the grace of salvation. He is ever-changing and permanent. He is undefinable love and depth all neatly packaged under a prince charming face.
By Danielle Jackson7 years ago in Humans
To the Boy I Love, Whose Heart I Broke
I love you, and I’m sorry. Whether or not you believe either of those statements entirely doesn’t matter anymore because I’ll spend the rest of the time you allow me in your life trying to prove them to you. I know, undoubtedly and whole-heartedly, I meant them both and still do... I hope I can help you learn to know them both again, too.
By Gladys Bolton7 years ago in Humans
First There Was Me... Then I Added Three: Jaybear, The Missing Piece
We last left off in December 2015 when I invited Romeo to move in with me. Remember in the other story where I talked about the centipede infested home and how the new place I lived in was a step up? Well, it was a step up; however, this place had an ant infestation. At first I thought nothing of it because it was almost winter and I figured once winter came, the ants would disappear.
By Lee Lee7 years ago in Humans
To Any of You Struggling
I've been in so many relationships where I felt unheard, defeated, destroyed. Continuously, I was told I wasn't enough, I was too much, I was left alone to cry after a fight. I was never picked up after I had fallen. I was never told, no matter how much I protested, that I was beautiful everyday. I never felt like I was ever going to feel the love that I was dying to give to someone else. I always thought that this was how it was supposed to be. There wouldn't be a man who would love me better than the ones previous. I thought I would be stuck in this rut of unhappy, unsatisfactory, and one-sided relationships. I was envious of women who would tell me all about these amazing men that fell into their laps. I would dream of the day that I would find someone who would treat me as well as I was witnessing in my closest friends. I was a lost cause.
By Nicole Marie7 years ago in Humans
The Harsh Reality of Love
Most of us are guarded when it comes to falling in love. At some point, we have been let down in love. It may have even happened more than once; so our guarded stance is not something that happened over night. It was a process; one full of disappointment. It’s a wound that gets stronger every time it heals from being ripped open again. It doesn’t help that we can practically order humans like we can order a pizza. Between all of the dating sites, we feel like we have quite the dessert table spread out in front of us; but in the end they aren’t any that we really like. That’s one of our biggest problems in society. We have easy and instant access to what we think may be better than what we already have. We’re always looking for the next thrill or the next instant gratification; rather than appreciating what we already have standing in front of us. On top of that, we bail without hesitation when it’s not exactly easy to love someone. We just leave. We treat people as if they are disposable; easily waking up and deciding we don’t really love the person that is laying beside us. We don’t value anybody because we can get on OKCupid and find another suitor almost instantly. We don’t want to put in any actual effort. We are the generation that believes sending a, “Good Morning,” text is putting in enough effort. We say romance is dead; and it is. At least the kind of romance that we have imagined up in our heads. Instead, maybe we should redefine our definition of romance. It’s not always standing outside your girlfriend's window blasting a song with your radio. Sometimes it’s as simple as just looking into their eyes during dinner instead of looking at your phone. Maybe it’s something as simple as just holding their hand in the car and squeezing gently when a sweet song comes on the radio.
By Hailey R.7 years ago in Humans
Finding True Love
Life like for many people was a struggle, back in the mid 80s I lived in the poorer end of town with my parents. When you are young you think you have it all figured out. You leave school go to college or uni, get a career under your belt, find a guy, get married, and have a few kids and live happily ever after or so you are told growing up. I never had a boyfriend at school, I wasn’t one of the cool girls who wore too much makeup with hair so high you need to duck when entering a room, none of the boys fancied me, I was just a plain girl, we didn't have much but we were happy enough.
By Anna Neilson7 years ago in Humans
Hopeless Romantic
An 18-year-old kid is going to talk about being a hopeless romantic? Why yes, yes I am. My love life has been short. I have only had a handful of relationships, my last one being my longest at a year and some change. That relationship hurt a lot with my mind always wanting something like a high school sweetheart. I imagined her being MY high school sweetheart, even though we didn't even go to the same schools. I couldn't even drive when we first started dating, but we still had our trips to New York City, where I would bring her places she's never been to, our hiking trips with my family and she would tag along because my family was fond of her, our spontaneous trips with my mom and she would tag along with us because my mom enjoyed seeing me happy with her. When I was able to drive, I would always try and surprise visit her when I would be able to borrow the car from my dad. I would always want to go and buy her gifts or food just so she would be extra happy.
By fitbit7 years ago in Humans
Love Among Mental Illness
You've all heard it, right? Gaslighting, love bombing, ghosting... but I don't know about you, but I don't hear much about people experiencing mental health issues whilst being in a relationship. Not many people speak up about it.
By Emily Greenaway7 years ago in Humans