love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
I Got Super Lucky at Sixteen to Meet the Man of My Dreams
I know, I know, at sixteen, how can you know? But I knew from the first kiss he was it. I also know how cliché this sounds from that "first kiss" I knew. He was just different, he cared about not only how I felt, but how I experienced things with him. He didn't have much money, as we were both focusing on just finishing high school but he made the most out of our days together. My mother always said "marry the man who will climb mountains for you," well this guy had no car so he biked thirteen miles to my house twice a day for seven days just to spend maybe three hours with me. Was he it? He went from helping me clean my childhood room to being the only person who wanted to stick around.
By Aemanda Coffey8 years ago in Humans
Many Loves in Many Places
It was in the early spring when I had found a moment, during my jolt to the City, to sit down with my feelings in Union Square. With a new book that I picked up at the bookstore, trying to explain my own headspace to my intergenerational boyfriend of 3 years was a feat that I had to overcome. Competing only with coming out as a young gay man, the coming out that my generation and upbringing had granted me to not thoroughly do in the traditional sense, the thoughts of the confrontation were tearing at the heart. The love was real. But I was not going to be broken by my realization of these feelings. The therapy that I needed was hopefully found within the pages of the book in my lap. I surely wasn’t getting any leads from the outside.
By Seth Tyler Black8 years ago in Humans
Honest Sincerity
The was city quiet, almost eerie as we walked along deserted streets. I reached out with my dry calloused hand and touched her soft pale palm. I knew of a small walking trail just ahead that lead down to a private little alcove everyone called Puerto Rican beach. The shore was lined with small stones, smooth and weathered from hundreds of years of being beaten around by the current. I considered, for a moment, where they may have originated from, and how long it took them to reach this specific place in time. There was a fallen tree a few feet back from the shoreline and we decided to settle there for a short time. The reflection of the setting sun danced across the glassy water, while the blood red sky illuminated the evening with a romantic glow. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She was much younger then I, though it never showed. Elegant and defined, well spoken, and yet there was an unsurety about her. On one hand it was clear that we were both smitten. The way we gazed into each other's eyes as the deep red horizon slowly sank. It was all like something straight out of some cheesy romance novel, or the ending of your favorite romantic comedy. As the two of us sat there quietly discussing the weather, the entitlement of the younger generation, and love, of course we spoke of love. Neither one of us would say the word itself, yet there in that warm summer night, it spun around, between, and underneath us like a cool evening breeze. Half the time we didn't say anything. We just sat there gazing at each other, her smile was so innocent and sincere. I could tell she was trying to hold it back, not expose herself too far. There was a pain in her eyes that told me her past had not been easy, I could see that she was still healing from the wounds of her past. Yet there was a quiet comfort, an honest sincerity between us. I leaned in and kissed her forehead as if to say "whatever you've been through doesn't matter, you're safe now."
By Michael C. Lafferty-Shockency8 years ago in Humans
The One and Only
Winter was in full effect, Christmas literally being days away. The temperature was nice for Arizona. Of course, such comments as “ARE YOU KIDDING?! IT’S FREEZING HERE!” were uttered, when in all reality, it was only 60 degrees outside. Families were preparing for Christmas celebrations and traditions, while one particular young teen was preparing to meet the girl he had been dreaming about meeting for months. Oh, what a day, you know? Sweaty palms, constantly having to wipe the sweat from your forehead, and making sure you looked somewhat decent and presentable, without looking like a weirdo for trying to wear a suit on the first date, how ironic.
By Bradly Johnson8 years ago in Humans
There Goes My Life
I remember it all. I remember when I lost you. When I felt you slip away from me. I remember when I first got you. When you leaned in, in the middle of the night, like a dream, like life had finally decided to let me win and give me someone as wonderful as you. I remember when I thought I'd secured you. When I thought you were finally mine. Our months of partnership. I had finally met my match. My heart had finally been won. My days of searching were finally through. I remember when we first kissed. When I told you after doing this, nothing would ever be the same. And you wanted to anyway. I wanted to anyway. And nothing was ever the same.
By C.G. Remmet8 years ago in Humans
Through the Rabbit Hole
Sometimes I feel the compulsion of the world. It is not grey. It has its shades. However, I am not talking about 50 Shades of Grey, so do not get too excited. The life around me is such at times…unstable, unbelievable. Then, when the lack of colour and sense overtakes me, all the back drawers of my mind open up and my imagination starts to do with this world whatever it wishes. Without asking me. How unpalatable on its part, you will say. And you will not be wrong. It is arrogant, unruly, inconspicuous, and quite annoying. It effortlessly makes me feel uncomfortable with its explosions of fantasies emerging before my eyes. It pulls a shy and ironically sad smile between my two cheeks and just makes me feel embarrassed, but it's mine...I cannot blame it. I cannot because sometimes it is my imagination that is all I have; all that manages to save me from this greyness.
By Michelle Sarkisyan8 years ago in Humans
Passion
All I can say is love sucks. Love has never been a happy thing and will always be a thorny rose. When I fall in love, I fall hard. I hope I can be free of my constant loneliness; I learned now that I was just going to have my heart crushed and broken to an even worse state than it already was, over and over again. These are just the ones I remember the best
By Jassper Withers8 years ago in Humans
Relationship Advice From My Uber Driver
I know this is going to come as a shock to many of you, but dating as a millennial is next to impossible. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea,” they say. Except what “they” don’t know is that the sea is actually full of fuck boys running from commitment, or good guys who have already found the one they are ready to settle down with. And if you happen to stumble upon a guy you think you might want to get to know, sooner or later you find out they are one or all of the following: too clingy, emotionally unavailable (and let me tell you, I’ve had my fair share, so I know the sea is full of them), too immature for a relationship right now, or he needs to find himself and is leaving to go travel for five months. So, after we eliminate all of those guys, what's left?
By Jennifer Proudfoot8 years ago in Humans
