love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Accidental Love
I didn't mean to fall for you. Not really, anyway. At the time I met you, I had given up on ever finding someone. I accepted the fact that I would probably be forever alone. I didn't want to fall for someone again after the type of suffocating, heart-shattering experience I had with a guy just weeks before.
By Faith Zielinski8 years ago in Humans
Social Media, Dictating Relationships
One morning in my unplanned barely-awake stupor, I found myself browsing Facebook on my phone only to come across of bevy of articles explaining how I should feel about my relationships. Everything about how to bond with my siblings, what men need to learn about women and even if it was time to break up with my BFF.
By Julia Beaulieu8 years ago in Humans
Contact
There's a phenomenon that I've discovered in the short time I've spent on this Earth, and in the even shorter time I've spent in intimate contact with another person. It's almost like a superpower that we as humans have little to no control over. This phenomenon is, in a sense, the slowing of time. The slowing of time during human contact.
By Conor Etherton8 years ago in Humans
What Does Love Look Like?
Love is a bit of a strange topic for me to write about since I have never been "in love" before. Sure, I've had the usual crushes, a date, and rejections, but I don't know what "love" is supposed to look like these days. The world has become confused as to what "love" is; I have never thought it was that icky feeling in one's gut when you stare into someone's eyes, because that feeling is fleeting and love is supposed to last a lifetime. "Love," according to what the media throws our way, is all about the sexual gratification that comes with being with the one you're attracted to. "Love" is about sharing a physically intimate part of one's self with multiple people while withholding the truly intimate part: your inner vulnerability, your past, your dreams, your needs, your life plan, your hidden passions (as in hobbies), etc. After watching so many of my friends and family members settle down over the years, I have made it a point to observe what kind of "love" they have.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Humans
That Girl Is Perfection
Every day and every night, I tell her that I am not like the past guys that have hurt her. Hell, I tell her I am the real deal, a real man, because that is exactly what a girl as beautiful, special, and smart as her deserves and needs. Please do not think all I do is say I am trying and I will find a way. As soon as my ass wakes up, I get my two light blankets off my chest and I get up off the floor and I get to work. My life has been nowhere near easy. I fight for food and water each day. I wake up tired, I go to bed even more tired. When needed, I break all the rules stopping me from completing my hopes and dreams.
By josh napper8 years ago in Humans
The Art of Shutting People Out
I really struggle to understand myself. I think that’s part of the reason I cant let you in—I don’t trust that you can understand me, or even accept me because I simply don’t know how to do that for myself yet. I don’t understand how it is possible to love myself and therefore when you try to love me, that’s when I will walk away. You will tell me I am beautiful and I will receive it like a blow to the gut. I will take it like a blatant lie made to my face, I will believe you looked me straight in the eyes, and try to convince me of a delusion. And I will be hurt.
By Elle White 8 years ago in Humans
A Perfect Moment
Wrapped in a towel, I lay face-first on the aesthetically pleasing white bed that had not been made yet that morning with soft sunshine illuminating the notebook in front of me. I run my fingers through my still damp hair as I try to think of the task at hand yet I am distracted by the beauty that is this moment. The muffled sounds of the shower in the other room soothes my soul as I thank God for the adventure that is my life. I look back down to my notebook staring at the prayers that I have written out over the years. The shower stops and moments later the man of my dreams walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up and grin at him and continue to thank God in my notebook for this amazing man. He quickly dresses himself with a black v-neck and a pair of blue jeans then turns and smiles at me.
By Tori Miller8 years ago in Humans
Fright Night
It’s a dark October night. We had just gotten back from our honeymoon when a dear friend sent us an invite asking us to be in Universal Studios for a surprise. Honestly, I should’ve seen this coming from a mile away, but I wanted to trust that she wasn’t that mean. We stand in a cleared out part of the park in front of the American Horror Story Haunted House. My entire body stiffened because I knew what was coming. How could I have known that she would hold on to this kind of information for so long? The only reason I even came was because I knew he would be here with me. His big arms softly wrapped around my middle holding both of my hands in his because he knew how freaked out I would be of this whole situation. We patiently waited for the two camera men to ready their equipment for the shoot. He lightly kissed my neck then nestled his face against mine. His warm cheek melted my heart like it always does. I turned my face to his to kiss that cheek and tuck my face into his neck. To the outside observer, we looked like the perfect picture of love, but to us it wasn’t just a picture, it was the real deal.
By Tori Miller8 years ago in Humans
A More than One-Dimensional Review of Cheating
For some reason, this is how a train of thought starts these days — I get miffed. Since this happened multiple times this week, I had to ignore the fact that I'm supposed to write the most boring essay about the structure of Bladdeley's working memory model, and instead release my thoughts on an outlet.
By Maura Dudas8 years ago in Humans
