love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

The Record Shop on James Ave
I met Phil in a record shop. Central London; a cesspool for ditsy tourists, daytime wonderers, women with dogs in their handbags and money to spare, busy businessmen rushing to whichever underground station was close enough to a 'Costa Coffee' and the sounds of horns accompanied by sirens haunted the air. All of this, however, became muted at the moment I met the eyes of the peculiar looking man called Phil—or Phillip if we're to be formal.
By Mollih8 years ago in Humans
The Story of Us: Falling in Love with My Best Friend
Five years ago, way back in grade nine when I was still trying to find my place in a new school full of new transitions, I met my best friend. For the purpose of this story I'll call her Payton. Payton was in my gym class on my team for softball and, being my usual introverted self, I was standing by myself in line not talking to anyone. That is, until I turned around and noticed the anti-possession charm from the TV show Supernatural drawn on the arm of the girl standing behind me. In a moment of pure instinct I turned to her, pointing at the doodle, and tried to ask her if that was, in fact, the anti possession charm from the hit TV series. Of course once I got the first few words out of my mouth my brain caught up with my actions and I stood there, sputtering and pointing for a solid two minutes (thorougly making things awkward) before I finally managed to spit the name out. The look of relief that crossed her sun-kissed freckled face was almost as amazing as the blindingly beautiful smile that made her whole face light up. And from that moment I knew I was hooked. She laughed and told me she was so nervous as I sputtered on that I would accuse her of devil worship (a reality that was all too common in our small town) but then when I finally found the words she was so thankful that I was in fact just filling my free time watching gorgeous boys on Netflix.
By Lilli Behom8 years ago in Humans
The Edge of Love
Alone. That is all I felt. Ever since I can remember, everybody I loved eventually broke my heart. Every friend I made turned their back on me, every lover I had been with also left me in the dark. At the age of seventeen I was done with everything. I had given up on the hope that anyone would ever love me, that anyone would truly care. Turning to alcohol and pot to be my savior against all the pain. Anything that would take me away from this place called Earth, I wanted it.
By Ashley Buchanan8 years ago in Humans
Fallen
Once, there was a boy who sang sad songs and drank his troubles away. He smoked to make the pain go numb, even if it meant the rest of him felt numb, as well. He used angel dust to find the confidence he couldn’t seem to grasp on his own, and the things that kept him up at night, he would put into lyrics and strum them with cut fingers in acoustic on his guitar. I can’t believe someone like him would ever say hi to me, would ever think I’m pretty, or want to see how my mind works.
By Sydney Scarlet8 years ago in Humans
Break Out of the Comfort Zone
Love is a daring adventure to move beyond your comfort zone. It’s difficult to form new habits and exchange the old lifestyle for a new one that leads to better choice. Life is thriving, moving past your inner fears, reaching beyond the emotional and mental pain. It’s easy to become a slave to fear.
By Mattie M.8 years ago in Humans
That One Relationship That Could Have Killed You
Have you ever been blind due to something you call love? Well, I’m going to tell you about my story where I was completely blind to what I thought was love. It all started June 20, 2013. It was near the end of my sophomore year of high school. I had been crushing on this one boy all year long and he had finally noticed me and asked me out. Of course I said yes right away but little did I know what was going to happen.
By Tylamarie Krzyszton8 years ago in Humans
Say "I Love You"
Growing up, my family was never too vocal about emotions, at least not that I can remember. We never filled the air with I love yous, but instead it was just something implied. I knew I was loved, as did everyone else in my family, we just never really felt the need to share it. But I remember when it changed.
By Meghana Singh8 years ago in Humans
Love Languages and Why They are Important
I first discovered love languages a couple years ago and since then, my perspective on family, friendships, and relationships has drastically changed. For the better, too. I took the quiz and received my results. It took less than five minutes. My top five, in order, were:
By Tara Novak8 years ago in Humans
Journal Entry IX
3:44 AM. August 16, 2016. All of these years of my life, wasted, and still I have learned nothing … Why? I have been fighting for so long the very thing that I have desired the most. And now that I have it, I cannot keep it. Now that I have it, I found every way to lose it. ---It is now 10 minutes to 2:00 the next morning; still, I found the need to clear my mind. The need to empty every inch of my conscious. The need to set free my soul … This is my "Third Mask"; my True Form. The face of my soul, here, written down to be made immortalized on this lowly piece of scrap---
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Humans
My Definition of Love
I have always assumed that love was never for me and it was a utopia created by the likes of stories and movies. The search of the perfect love is a like a quest that everyone want to have however not all can have.
By Aicha Larissi8 years ago in Humans
Love
He looked down at the floor. I could see it in his pitiful eyes, heart racing, palms sweating. For once he confessed to a lie. The one lie that ruins most relationships. Barely able to get the words out, he squeaked “Yes.” To my hurt but blunt question: “Did you cheat on me with your ex?” I never thought I would ask that question. But here we were 4 AM after watching his world crumble before him. We sat in my poorly lit, desolate room deciding our fate. I knew he felt sorry because he was caught not because he loved me enough to tell me. He had gone into detail explaining that the day he committed this sin I was waiting for him at his house in his compact twin-sized bed. Clueless to the fact he had posted snapchats in this girls room and even answered a call from me trying to be cool and collected covering up his dirty deed. The truth still didn’t hit me. I was so shocked that my first love could betray me. But I sat there and calmly listened to his story, not because I wanted to but because I really truly was in love with him. Being someone with manic depression, I thought I would be able to handle the stress of this decision to break up with him and be on my own. But of course he kept calling persistently to win back his prize...and of course I answered yearning to see and touch the only man I ever wanted. That one act ruined me. Correction, crippled my once so big heart. I had never felt so much love, spite, and hate for someone all at once. So you know what I did? I cheated...I know revenge sex is the tackiest way to get back at him, but in that moment I thought it was right because he would finally feel the hurt that I felt. For a moment I had won the game, but there was never a winner for long. Both immaturely trying to love each other and get in our game of tit for tat, months had went by and I no longer could take the stress of lurking and watching his every move so closely. I truly lost my mind; some would say I was the psychopath in this situation. Nights of endlessly wondering what he was doing? Who was he with? And who was he texting? One day I finally caught him AGAIN. He sent a message out of spite to a girl saying how beautiful she was and how he wanted to get to know her. When the girl looked like a chicken with all the feathers taken off. I was enraged when I saw these messages in his Facebook Messenger. My one fear had come back to bite me. I remember being so pissed that I had to talk myself out of literally stabbing him, but the one thing I would do is take this dumb tablet he had given me and smash it to little pieces, detonate his clothes with the very knife I thought about piercing him with, and tossing these worthless items out of my front door. Thinking that this metaphorical fuck you would appease the situation somehow. I called him up and I could hear it in his voice; he knew why I called and confessed to trying to get me angry for constantly accusing him of cheating. I was speechless, and at this point my blood was boiling! I told him we were done and to come and get his shit and to never speak to me again (which we both knew was a lie.) He said he was on his way and when he came, our worlds had changed forever...
By Jade King8 years ago in Humans
Is It Timing, or Not Meant to Be?
The evening I first met you, I had eyes for others, but it seemed as if you only had eyes for me. I remember seeing the one I was wanting to talk to walking into the bowling alley, and some random guy I didn't know walking behind him. He sat down beside me and you across from me. I remember him taking some of the food I was eating, and if I remember correctly, you thought you could too. That evening I had gone to the bowling alley specifically hoping to see him, and what I got was left alone with you. I had told him that I had just recently became single, and at that point, he looked at you, smiled, and ran off. You made me laugh right away; "Well, this is awkward... I'm ___." You introduced yourself and I knew right then, I wanted nothing to do with you...
By Amanda Rochele8 years ago in Humans