love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
10 Reasons Why The Younger Generations No Longer Love
Many times we think that past times are better. We would like to go back to those places where everyone seems to be in love, time stood still between the bohemian nights and the joyful, carefree life of a less technological and busy world.
By creatorsklub4 years ago in Humans
Three Times the Charm
We met while I was waiting for a bus. It was pouring and I’d forgotten to bring an umbrella when I’d left work. As I stood in the rain huddling under the flimsy plastic overhang by the bus stop, I noticed a man standing near me and sharing his umbrella. He never said a word. I only noticed because the rain had stopped falling on me.
By D. D Bartholomew4 years ago in Humans
Dear Diary
Dear Diary What is love? I always assumed that love was a feeling that someone got when they found someone that they really liked. The definition is an intense feeling of deep affection. But that led me to wonder what true deep affection really is. Love, we hear about it in just about every song, we see it everywhere. Why can't I find love? Why can't I grasp the concept of love? It doesn't make a whole lot of sense because as humans we are created to love. We are a social species and are left feeling empty and broken and sometimes dead inside when we don't interact with other people for an extended period of time. Or maybe this only happens to me. Maybe I'm just weird, I don't know. Like today I saw a beautiful girl walking towards me. She looked lonely and like she wanted someone to talk to. I thought to myself this is my chance. a chance to build a connection with someone other than my childhood friends. As I got closer and closer I was hyping myself up to say hi but all that i did was smile and she smiled back. It was such an innocent smile and it only made her so much more pretty. But that was all i kept walking and said nothing and naturally she did the same. I don't know what came over me but it was as if a tiny voice inside of my soul said what if she says no. I've always feared that. I can't stand the feeling of being told no. But at the same time that's not the real reason I refuse to try to talk to people. It's not as simple as no. Deep down I know it's the fact that I can build a good relationship with someone only for them to betray or break my heart. That's where the real fear lies. I can't get over that. That grueling feeling of being left behind. The feeling of being heart broken and losing what I love. So in a way I do have a grasp of love. I just don't want to accept it because I'm afraid of losing it. How can I fully commit myself? How do I build up the courage to take a chance on love? The funny thing is I used to call myself fearless. I used to say that nothing in this world can stop me and make me cower in a corner. Oh was i so wrong. I moved on to college and I realized I was all talk. No i wasn't all talk i certainly did what most people would never dare do. The amount of times I put my life at risk just to have some fun. The long list of daring things I did. Ya i'm not all talk i carry a big game too. So why am I being defeated now? I used to say that nothing in this world would defeat me. And ya know what I'm sick of it defeating me. Screw being afraid of love and what could happen. So many better things can happen that outweigh the bad next week is going to be different. Next week I'm going to go back to being fearless. I'm going to go back to being the reckless, shameless, freaking awesome man that I used to be. No more hiding behind a hood. No more cowering in a corner. No more saying that I'll do it next time. There might not be a next time. The time is now and I'm just getting started. Look out world the warrior inside of me is coming back and this time i wont lose
By Zane Daigle4 years ago in Humans
My Hard Love
They say you will have only 3 true loves in your life. Each person playing a specific role in molding who you are. There's the love that looks right, the hard love, and finally the love that lasts. And you, you were my hard love. Maybe it was the way your eyes gleamed like a million burning suns, maybe it was the way your smile made my heart pound like the hooves of a thousand horses, or maybe... just maybe it was simply you. The you I saw was blinding, the you I saw cloaked me from the demons and shined light through the dark crevasses I called home. All my fears, all my doubts, and all my pain vanished as if it were a mere shimmer in a starlit night. Upon entering my life, promises of protection and love dripped ever so gracefully from your lips. You drew me in with your warm embrace. Slowly believing that you were my savior. You showed me your deepest wounds and in turn, I told you my darkest secrets. I was addicted. Your presence, your company, your words. I trusted you and life itself. A feeling so vast to me I could hardly recognize what it truly was. I let you into my heart by allowing you to hold my hand. Not realizing slowly you were becoming my life. You always knew just what to say didn't you. You always knew how to take hold of my heart and completely and effortlessly paralyze me. To me, you were my person. You were the missing link I thought vanished forever. You were the light that illuminated a heart that I was sure was forever dark. Waiting patiently for our happily ever after. Much to my dismay lay hidden the begging of the end and the release of the truth. Everyone always told me "can't you see what he's doing to you, he's no good" but I was trapped in my vision of you. The good you. The kind, loving and caring man who could not harm. The same man who tore my heart from my chest, watched as it shattered like glass into a thousand little pieces and left me with nothing, but my bare hands to clean the mess. Who watched as I frantically tried to pick up every last piece, cutting open every wound you swore to keep shut, turned and walked away. I was standing admits a sea of maybes drowning in my thoughts. Questioning everything about who I am. I know I alone am to blame for this, even though hearing the forecast of the impending storm I kept swimming. But the mistake that will forever reign on my heavy heart was believing you were my lifeguard. Was it I was good for your ego. Or maybe you liked knowing I was just a phone call away regardless of the scenario. Maybe even you liked seeing someone starving for your love and thirsting for your attention. This boundless journey of loving you was far from easy. I gave up the speck of self-respect I had left because you were too stubborn to let go. I thought you were supposed to love me, be the one to bring out the best of me. Most of all I thought you were my forever person. I fought for you. Every person who made bad on your name I shut out. My friends slowly drifted as I fell deeper and deeper into your grasps and plummeted harder and harder for the man I so desperately wanted you to be. To say it was all your fault would be a lie, the kind that burns a hole in my tongue, thus I won't. To say I hate you would only ease the pain ever so slightly, but still a lie. So all I can bear to say is I hate you for what you did to me. I was far from perfect. We weren't perfect. But my love was. I wronged you by leaving and coming back countless times. I wronged you by trying to love others only to see it collapse before my eyes. But You chose drugs over me more times than I have fingers and toes. You used my body whenever you sought fit, even when I did not. Most of all you made me question everything about who I was, am, and wanted to be. And maybe that's why I wronged you. Maybe that's what made me unsure of everything I thought you were. Every night I lay awake, tears flooding down my face trying ever so hard to figure out what went wrong. I will never stop blaming myself for everything. I scream, and I shout begging for answers. Answers to know why I wasn't good enough for you. I cry out your name so loud it pierces my ears, but as always you are nowhere to be found. I loved you! More than I ever thought possible. I still do to this day. But I no longer know what to do. I no longer know who I am or my place in this world. All I know is I remain yours until the last breath of air leaves my soul. And that bears weight on my heavy heart every breathing moment. But I will prevail. I will rise through the ashes that you so easily burnt to the ground. I will shine once again and this time when I let my walls come crashing down, I know my safety net will be there. For I am enough. I was always enough. You were trapped in an endless cycle, that I learned to call home. But my vision of home was blinded and tarnished by many before. If you've taught me anything, home is not a place nor a person, it's a feeling. A feeling that I, and I alone control. Through all the strife I will never wish harm on you. I have tried with every ounce of strength left in me to hate you. But I simply cannot. With love once so pure how do you bring yourself to hate. In a perfect world it might be so simple unfortunately it's far from that. As much as it pains and tears at what's left of me I wish you well. I hope you find your forever person and never feel the pain in which you inflicted upon me. An open wound in which will never heal. Our love ignited like a million suns burning brightly and just as fast reduced to ash.
By Jessica Smith4 years ago in Humans
The Day I Met You....
This is the story of how I met you. A story to my boyfriend about how he made me feel when we first met and how we met. On the day I met you, I thought you were the most handsome man I had seen in a long while. I wanted nothing more than to talk to you and to get your number, but me being shy and always having my resting bitch face on, I knew you wouldn’t want to get to know me at all. No one wants to get to know the woman behind the counter at the gas station with the funny shortcut hair and mean look on her face. From the Yelp! Reviews no one likes me or they think I am a bitch and a mean person who they would like to fight. They say I have a poor attitude. Not that I have a poor attitude, I just don’t like stupid and ignorant people who think they can treat me anyway they like and talk to me anyway they like and expect me not to give them the same in return.
By Sara Taylor4 years ago in Humans
Don't Let This Woman Go
This woman has come into your life for a reason. You had just broken up from your past relationship so don't mess up this opportunity. Give to her what you didn't give to the other woman in your life. You let your past relationship slip between your fingers because your ego, pride, stubbornness, etc got in the way.
By Lizzie Martinez4 years ago in Humans
