love

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

The Art of Enduring
This evening is ours, my dear Calvin. It’s to celebrate us. A culmination of the precious memories in the years we’ve shared together. I’m sure that you would remember that today is our anniversary, if you could, my love.
By Bethany Hill5 years ago in Humans
Now Everyday Is My Wedding Day
I assumed I’d be halfway to the altar by now. Guess what? I’m not even close. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t manifest my husband. Or pray for one.
By SylJoe5 years ago in Humans
Love Is The Message
L-O-V-E is the Message "Once again, thank you for agreeing to come with me to this wedding as my plus one. I know it’s not your usual first date.”
By Monique Caffey5 years ago in Humans
My Treasure
It was five-thirty on Thursday, and Lorelei was at her usual café in Florence, which overlooked the Piazza Duomo. The Café Florian had become a staple in her life during the last year, and upon finishing work for the day, she came to enjoy the beauty of the Piazza where she would watch people and drink caffè lattes. She looked forward to this part of her day. She also looked forward to seeing Mateo. Seeing him made each day complete.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Humans
All his love half the time
All his love, half the time I love my Husband he really Is great, when he’s paying attention to me and not his phone, fan fictions, or his PS4. Typically we enjoy each other’s company but the Intimacy is not there how I would like It to be. When I say Intimacy I don’t mean sex I mean just the energy and passion between two people that love each other.
By R.S. Cole5 years ago in Humans
Litter Alley Part 1
1 Hugh and Alex walked through the alley adjacent to their apartment. Hugh kicked an empty can along like a soccer ball.
By Beth (Halo) Hanson5 years ago in Humans
The Most Important Date Of All
This is the one. The date I’ve been waiting for. The one I’ve postponed for too long. The one I’ve waited on for too long. The one I should have gone on a long time ago. The ONE. And as I sit here and put my makeup on, I can’t help but smile into the mirror.
By Sammie B5 years ago in Humans
Sacred Reserve
Death greets me empty-handed. There's no choir of angels. No When the Saints Go Marching In. Not even a welcome home toast with a five dollar glass of wine.
By Christy Munson5 years ago in Humans
Do Authors Fall in Love with their Characters?
I suspect that most of us do. After all, we’re writing about these people for months… sometimes years… so we’d better at least like them.
By Mona Ingram5 years ago in Humans
Drowning in wine
I keep watching this scene over and over. I poured the red wine; the dusty old wine bottle in my grasping hand. I poured it over my face.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Humans
The Dance
It was in the way they didn’t move. It was in the way they could talk to one another in just a single look. It was something unspoken between them that said they can speak for each other—-and in a single gesture, a single movement, the other knew what they were conveying.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Humans
Twice Shy
Rebecca tuned out the voices around the conference table and swiveled her chair toward the window. When had she become bored with market share and demographics? She didn’t know. Darting a sideways glance at her writing team she was thankful to see that they were paying attention to the presentation. Drawn back to the scene outside the window, her gaze drifted down to the busy harbour. Right on cue, a seaplane lifted off, water streaming from its floats like a string of crystal beads. Vancouver’s harbor was widely thought to be the most beautiful in North America; Rebecca had no argument with that. A Seabus darted out from the terminal, and she leaned forward, watching its progress.
By Mona Ingram5 years ago in Humans