love

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

The Beauty in the Struggle
Many people think that long distance relationships aren’t real and won’t last but not everything is about physical attributes of a relationship. Usually, the people that say things like this are the ones that have never experienced that kind of love. Of course, it’s much easier to be with someone that lives near you that you could see often. But, the mindset most people have is that you aren’t able to like someone or to even fall in love with someone because you haven’t met them before. This definitely isn’t true. Long distance relationships are so underrated because people don’t realize how hard it is not being able to hold your lover in your arms. Everyone can say having a local significant other is better because you can always see them but my argument is that the feeling you get after meeting your lover for the first time and finally holding them after all those days, weeks and months spent dreaming and longing for your partner. No feeling compares to it. People claim the feelings aren’t real and it doesn’t last but then they can’t explain how so many people that started in long distance relationships have got married. Long distance relationships are hard because you don’t get to fall asleep to the embrace of your lover or wake up to their face but their feelings are valid and no one is allowed to say that long distance is a myth because it isn’t. It just works out for some people and doesn’t work out for others.
By aqsa8 years ago in Humans
Hopeless Romantic
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. Growing up, I watched a lot of movies about best friends falling in love with each other and happy endings. I guess, in a way, we all do. As such, even if I didn’t realize it, I chased after this idea of romance that was more fairy tale than reality. Maybe that’s part of why I believed the things I did, part of why certain things happened the way they did. As I got older, I became cynical and started to hope for these romantic ideas but also be fully aware they would never happen to me. Or maybe I just got tired of being disappointed. In hindsight, I've been blessed, I've had three great loves in my life.
By Emma Bisel8 years ago in Humans
The Love of My Life
8/18/2015 Dear parents: Her name was Heaven Harris. You probably knew her some time when we were kids. She was a young girl. I would say she was, at most, twenty years old at that time. Beautiful, tan skin; tight, curly hair; majestic, olive green eyes, and a bright smile that could make you fall in love instantly. Back in 1985, we were dancing to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by Wham! I had just pulled together my courage to invite the most wanted woman in town. She was the new gem that everybody drooled for, but I already knew her like the back of my hand, since we had met each other back in Kansas when we were really young. There I found myself. Finally dancing with Heaven on the floors of the crowded and loud discotheque in New York. She was looking charming, as per usual. The night was young and all for ourselves. Little did I know, it was the beginning of the end.
By Dayan Rivera8 years ago in Humans
My Letter to Thomas
This is a letter I wrote to an ex-boyfriend before we got together. I like writing letters to people. I write lots of them and they seem to help me sort out how I'm feeling. I change names to protect identity.
By Margaret Myers8 years ago in Humans
The Countdown Complication
Something that I’ve always wondered is why God makes us look for soulmates and true love. Why not put a timer on someone's wrist with a countdown to when they will meet the love of their life? I mean I guess that would be too easy then. But with something as serious as love, why not make it simple? I mean dating and first loves and heartbreak and all the complications that go along with it… it just makes everything so damn annoying. A timer in the wrist that then falls out once its job is done would be pretty damn fantastic. I mean, could you imagine it?
By Scott Hickam8 years ago in Humans
Soulmates?
In a society that capitalizes on hooking up, believing in the idea of soulmates can be quite difficult. Is there such thing as a soulmate? Is love at first sight just a farce? Questions we all ask ourselves during out single states, but when we meet that one person who makes our heart flutter, we start questioning if maybe our bitter ideas on love are wrong. Now, we might go through a few breakups, or maybe even quite a few, but the cycle is the same. A guy or girl makes our hearts flutter. That leads to dating and intimacy, and then you either end up happily ever after or you break up. That brings up the same bitter ideas on love...well that is until the next guy or girl comes along. The question remains: How will we know when we've met the one?
By Katelynn Marie 8 years ago in Humans
I, the Servant
I heard the knock and quickly hastened to the door. Before I touched the handle I made sure to straighten my attire and hold in any signs of exhaustion from crossing the large estate. Once I had composed myself I opened the large set of wooden double doors to see who was behind them. I was met by a young girl not much smaller than myself in over sized jeans, a large Rick and Morty t-shirt, and a dingy brown jacket. She had her hair tied back in a pony tail and midnight black, framed glasses that adorned her face. At most she was cute, but not at all the kind of girl I was used to knocking on the doors at this hour.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Humans
How We Met...
This happened roughly ten years ago, back when we were still using HI5, Yahoo! Messenger, didn't have smartphones, Facebook, or Photoshop. You know... simpler times.
By Gios Mess8 years ago in Humans
Long Lost Love
I met him five years ago. At the time, I hadn't realized how much he would mean to me later on in my life. After four years of not talking, we started to talk again.
By Michaela Bolch8 years ago in Humans
The Valentine Curse
LOCATION: Home Manchester, UNITED KINGDOM AGENT: CUPID LOVE-JOY REPORT DATE: 15.02.2018 TIME: 10 AM MATCH RATE: 45 percent
By Wildfire Mania8 years ago in Humans
Delivering Flowers
I check my watch again. It's 4 o'clock. The bus is late. My arms are beginning to grow heavy with the weight of my umbrella and the bouquet of sunflowers. Sunflowers used to be his favorite. I begin to tap my foot with anticipation. The click clack of my heel joining the sound of raindrops on cement. I check my watch again. It is now 4:01. If the bus doesn't get here soon then I won't get back in time for dinner. It's the same thing every month. Wake up, try not to sit and stare at the clock, get dressed, grab the flowers, ride the bus, deliver the flowers, try to say something, fail, ride the bus home, cry, and eat your dinner alone. I've done this on the first Saturday of every month for almost a year now. I squint towards the end of the street, thinking that if I look hard enough, the bus will magically appear. I roll my eyes and move my gaze to my feet. My sensible black heels speckled with glossy rain drops. Maybe this was a sign. A sign that I shouldn't visit him today. Everyone tells me I should move on. "He's not coming back," they say. Sometimes it's, "He would want you to move on with your life." My therapist agrees. She says that a part of the healing process is moving on, yet I still visit his lifeless body in his white-washed tomb on the first Saturday of every month. Now, my tears begin to join the raindrops on cement.
By Kassie Henry8 years ago in Humans
Snowflakes
She stood by the frosty window. A small smile turning up the corner of her lips. A warm mug of coffee clasped to her heart. The wonderful warmth and rich aroma starkly contrasting the cold blue light of the morning sun that filtered through the clouds, that backlight a beautiful dance of snowflakes. The April blizzard had been dragging on for a week. On this peaceful morning she wasn’t sick of the snow she was fascinated by it.
By Marissa shook8 years ago in Humans