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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
West's Valentine
West's Valentine Part 1 Her shiny pastel-pink hair shimmered underneath the dark, blue sky as I reached for her hand. Her eyes swallowed my soul into their mossy abyss. These were just a few things I had fallen in love with before actually getting to know why she decided to stick with pastel pink or how many other natural and unnatural hair colors she had endured before settling on it. They existed before I found out the way her dark, green irises spilled secrets she had tried so desperately to keep locked away. This was before I found out our love would soon drive both of us mad. I don’t mean the kind of mad where at the end of a story, the character ends up in a mental hospital because of an actual illness. Neither of us had illnesses. At least not the kind we usually think about, but we were sick. We were sick of each other, of everything around us, and most of all of our love. Our love drove us to do things we would have never thought to do back when I barely knew her name and she never remembered mine. However, even then I was in love with her. Her name is Val; short for Valentine. She was born on Valentine's Day and, I guess, her parents thought they were being clever, but she hated it.
By Angel Berdan8 years ago in Humans
The 2 of Cups and Strength
We all fear intimacy and vulnerability on some level. Some of us more than others. That moment when you reach a crossroad and think: Do I push through and open myself to the possibility of being hurt? Or do I cut my losses and move on? That's when making the right decision can be the difference between taking a chance on love or guarding your heart and looking elsewhere.
By April Kelly8 years ago in Humans
Sweet Dreaming
Sweet Dreaming Have you ever had a dream that felt just as real as reality? Like you magically slipped into an alternate universe that functions and runs on its own time, checks and balances and you lose track of everything? Well that’s what happened to me, my sister believes there’s more than one dimension and the link between them is thinner and easier to cross while dreaming. I wasn’t sure how true her theory was until this happened.
By Ashanti Starr8 years ago in Humans
I'll Never Forget
How do you know you are in love? How do you feel? Is it like they say in movies? When you get butterflies in your stomach and your hands get clammy? Well, for me it was that and way more! You don't control who you fall in love with or when it happens. All you can control is how you deal with it. They say the love of your life meets you in your mess not your best. We always said from nothing to something, and I'll never forget what you told me in August of 2015, "Why did you have to sing that stupid song? Why did you have to look so cute? And make me fall in love with you?" From the first night we hung out you had me addicted, totally hooked. Your smile, your charisma, your charm, everything about you I wanted so badly. Then when I had it, I didn't want to let go; and I wouldn't for no reason!
By Symantha Penfield8 years ago in Humans
My Ex, Who Also Happens to Be My Best Friend and Life Savior
It all started in November of 2014. A young, vulnerable girl was unable to sleep. Exposed to unimaginable things already, when only 13. I had to deal with pain and exhaustion, just from my own head. I was drowning, and no one saw it. I was touched as a young girl, and all my problems sprouted from that point. I hated myself, and it only got worse from there.
By Stephanie M8 years ago in Humans
John and Jane...and Valentine's Day
John and Jane…and Valentine’s Day Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching which means heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and gooey cards are littering the aisles of our stores and appearing on tables, in mailboxes, and on office desks all across America. (Don’t lie, you’re counting down the days until those boxes of chocolate go on sale, I know I am).
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Humans
Are We Entering an Era of Acceptance of the ‘Unable to Label’ Relationship?
Much to my mum’s delight, four weeks after moving back home following 12 years away, she had a daughter who had watched around a miniscule 63 hours of TV in 2017, hooked on Celebrity Big Brother; a programme I would normally scoff at for its anger and ego-filled coverage, tinged with sadness as once-celebrated celebrities sell their soul for a fee that will enable them to cover their repayments on a home that now exceeds their current status.
By Verity Brown8 years ago in Humans
I Won’t Be Eaten by the Monster of Love (Again…)
I've made up my mind on the matter. I've had just about enough of this nonsense. Years and years I spent anxiously awaiting its arrival. For hours, I would daydream about "the one"... the one that would finally come along and steal my heart away. He would have kind eyes, a nice smile, and would take my breath away. I never imagined grand gestures or flowers or an astounding wedding. What I fantasized about was a person that understood me like no one else. Someone I could confide in, and who felt they could confide in me. Someone I could always count on, someone that would be there through thick and thin. Someone who loved all of me. The insecure, the broken, the weak, the scared... they saw it all, and they dove in head first. Of course, I would reciprocate all of this. That was the love that I couldn't wait for. But, somehow, I left out any trace of heartbreak.
By C.G. Remmet8 years ago in Humans
