love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Painting a Mirror
I dip the palm of my hand gently into the tray of cool, sticky paint, my hand picking up a few different colors as it presses down on the tray. The pain is such a relieving feeling against my hand that was hot and sweaty from feeling so nervous. I can feel my arms tremble a little and my breath becomes faster, shallow and shaky. I lift my hand and look at the imprint it made in the paint; small and imperfect and most definitely mine. A small breeze makes its way to me through the small screen door in front of me on the patio. It makes the only other noise aside from my frantically beating heart. My mind is racing but I can't think of anything to say. I know I should just turn around and do it but I have no excuse to, none aside from my intense desire to. Maybe if I turn around I'll find some inspiration to...to do what? I feel like the paint is sliding off of my hand, beginning to dry and become useless. It's been so long just standing here, panicking. Do I turn around or would it be a waste of time? I should just run out of that screen door, out into the field of tall grass and just disappear. As I'm standing, preparing to run and yet wanting to stay, whether or not I escape to the vast and unsure world beyond the screen door is decided for me. It's uncomfortably warm and humid but yet the warmth of your hand on my bare shoulder is comforting; gently guiding my body towards you without turning around. My breaths deepen and my heart quickens with every inch that my feet move me farther away from the door. Then, suddenly, your hand disappears and my heart sinks. My face flushes and I want so badly to sprint out of the patio door and not look back but instead I turn, finally, to see where you have gone. As I wheel around, my sticky, colorful hand reaches out and, in my haste, finds itself pressed on your bare chest. The blue and silver of your eyes dulls the brilliance of the blue paint smeared just over your heart in the shape of my slender hand. Air catches in my chest, my body seems frozen in ice and yet my cheeks flush with heat. The gentle touch of your hand on my cheek melts my frozen muscles and the paint on your fingertips cools my flushed cheeks. I feel the cool streaks of blue and silver left on my cheek and reach up to touch your face where you had touched mine. Feeling your skin on min again sends a rush of red to to my head. Both of us are slow but eager to reach and grab for more. I take a breath to speak but your lips reach mine before words can and suddenly the world becomes more vast than the field outside or the sky above it, yet it only consists of your lips, your breath, your hands and our heat. That was the day I learned to love, by seeing me in you.
By Angelena Petcheck8 years ago in Humans
Love
I unload the last box into my new home. I can’t believe I own my own home. It is a cute one bedroom house in the upper north end of Chicago. I spent all of my high school career saving money and thus was able to buy it outright. I landed a job as a junior editor for a newspaper in Chicago. My excellent test scores, awards, and publishing my works online throughout high school paid off. I am the youngest employee in my office by far, at just eighteen-years-old. As I carry the last box inside, I notice a truck with a trailer full of boxes has pulled up in the driveway of the house beside mine. I decide to set my last box inside and ask if they need any help.
By Malorie Anderson8 years ago in Humans
Are You A Cougar?
He wanted me. I could feel it when I was around him. The only problem was that I was over twenty years his senior. He was in his mid-thirties and I was somewhere in my fifties, and I'm not saying just where. Suffice it to say, he was hot and I was hot for him.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Humans
How To Know When They Are the One
Fast heartbeat. Sweaty palms. Shaky voice. Stuttering words. Shy look... Falling in love is one of the most amazing feelings in the whole world. But how do you know when the person you're with is "the one"? The one is a partner who you want to be with for the long haul. You want them for the rest of your life. They're your soulmate. You can see yourself marrying them, having children with them, raising a family with them. We might all feel like someone is "the one" at some point before we actually find that person. Here are some tips as to why you might think that your partner, or future partner, is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with.
By Chantel St.Croix8 years ago in Humans
Your Partner May Not Be Your Soulmate
One topic I have always found interesting is the idea of soulmates — that mushy gushy term for that perfect match, the ultimate connection that is so powerful it’s as though each soul was constructed for the other. Why do I find this interesting? It's far too romanticized. It makes people give up on love far too easily. It makes people believe the other is missing the correct connections to align with their idea of what a soulmate should be. I, for one, have been with the same person for eleven years. We met when we were 17-years-old and have made it through almost every possible good and bad scenario a couple could go through. We have been told time and time again that we are soulmates, two people absolutely made for each other in every way. Are we soulmates? I know we didn't exactly meet that definition when we first met. We loved each other, that was very obvious, but we were missing a few of the connections that so-called “soulmates” are pegged to have. We disagreed on a large variety of topics, we liked different things, and we also had to put a lot of work into our relationship to make it survive.
By Brandi Cullins8 years ago in Humans
What Is Love?
So I was single for a whole year, having my "fun" doing whatever I wanted, living on my own terms, honestly I was really happy. I decided I didn't want or need a boyfriend to keep me occupied or happy or anything really. If it came to sex there was plenty to go around without the burden of having a boyfriend or man tell you how to live your life. Don't get me wrong I love men. Maybe not enough, that's why my relationships have always been such failures, can't seem to make them last past a couple months without breaking up.
By Valerie Rose8 years ago in Humans
