love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Love I Guess
My Perspective There was a time in my life when relationships meant nothing to me. It was just a term for a girl I messed around with. I fell for the masculine facade most males fall for. From our family, our media, and our schoolmates what being a man is is a plethora of skewed, warped ideas. I never had any positive male figures in my life, most of my family is very violent and rather complain or throw insults than think rationally. Due to this, I was whisked haphazardly into the journey of what it means to love. Love encapsulates so many different things. How we love and who we love can affect or is affected by who we are, and who we are could be broken down into even more categories. To put things into focus, “it’s complicated” in theory and thought but some things are better left experienced.
By L. R. Anthony’s8 years ago in Humans
The Streetlight
It was strangely warm out for a January night. On a night like this, John and I would be cuddled up on the couch, my head on his chest, watching a movie. John would always fall asleep and snore loudly in my ear. That little couch had been through years of use and now creaked every time there was weight on it. John always loved that damn couch. I couldn’t bring myself to sit in it, much less get rid of it since he had passed. The impression of his body laid on the right recliner, where he had spent nearly 50 years lounging with his feet up, watching the news. He used to yell at the stories he disagreed with, and every time, I would march in angrily, wondering why I had ever even married him in the first place. I regretted it even then. I loved him, and I had for most of my life, so life without him was hard.
By Scarlett Elizabeth8 years ago in Humans
Home Away from Home
Imagine your happy place, your home away from home, your sanctuary. Is it the place you feel most yourself? The place you feel like you can be anything you want to be? The place you feel your best? Is this the place you go to calm down or the place you go to get hyped up? Is this a place or is it a person?
By Jenny Hurley8 years ago in Humans
I'll Love You Forever
He stares at me with a newfound love in his eyes as we stand together on the lakeshore. The breeze whips the stray hairs that have fallen from my braids across my face and plasters them to my glossy lips. He smiles at me, bringing a tan hand up to my face to brush the pesky hairs away.
By Samantha Nyenbrink8 years ago in Humans
Summer of Love
At age twelve, I thought I was madly in love with this guy that my friend introduced me to, but the only thing wrong about it was that it was a long distance relationship. Ever since girls were little, they dreamed about how their first relationship would be all romantic, so that’s how I thought my first romance would be, but things changed real fast as the years changed. At a young age, I found out that love was not meant for me.
By Arianna Ned8 years ago in Humans
Summer Paradise, Part 1
It was nearing the end of my last semester of high school, and it felt like the end of that chapter of my life couldn't come sooner. After all of the emotional highs, lows, and everything in between that those four years provided, I was ready to pull the curtains and see what this new stage of life had to offer, accompanied by a few close friends and an uncertain path for the future. The last few months seemed to drone on as I had just gotten out of my longest relationship yet, had to refund my prom tickets to avoid a rather awkward night, and was otherwise just set on coasting through the summer enjoying life more casually after being committed for so long. I wasn't looking to fall in love anytime soon, and I while I've never truly been fond of the single life, I had come to accept the notion of building my own story for a while without the help of another. However, no matter how much you try to avoid it, love has a habit of starting a fire in your heart when you least expect it.
By Ethan Yetman8 years ago in Humans
Memoirs of a Kid
It all started with that backpack. That damn backpack. I remember walking through the H-building on my way to my studio art class. He walked in front of me and all I could see was that girly backpack on that boy’s back. I think it was Dora the Explorer or some other Disney figure. For a moment I thought about yelling out “I like your backpack” or something like that. And I know I should’ve. But it was one of my first days at this school and I don’t know…Looking back now, I would totally do it.
By Cuba Monkey8 years ago in Humans
My Love Life
Let me start by saying that I’m 24 years old and don’t have a clue what I’m doing when it comes to my love life. I went through a few crappy boyfriends in high school, most of whom cheated on me or ditched me because I thought I was too young to have sex. I guess I had about as much luck dating in high school as to be expected. Nothing interesting there.
By Ashley Holbrook8 years ago in Humans
The Death of NC
Once upon a time there was a light in the life of my years. The engaging newfound scenery and sparking romance brought promise. Said promise fell through similarly to the unwavering complexity of a spatial black hole. The mornings sang with an abundance of hope and the nights laid waste to human, physical interaction. Exploration was prominent and vital to the time-stamped glory. Joys and wonders came aplenty; fears and doubts joined hand in hand, though the former took precedence. Masking insecurities stayed hidden within perplexities of this dynamic. The truth was cold, bitter, and utterly terrifying. Could this path truly stay to last? There is no wandering in a personal self-loathing of what once was. The sanguine paradox wrapped in expiration was surely to fall upon us—there is no escaping the penultimate peril of loves former embrace.
By Anders Olifson8 years ago in Humans
