love

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

Je Ne Sais Quoi
I could practically feel my pupils expand as I stepped outside, the cloudy grey sky a stark contrast to the fluorescent lights I’d just spent the last ten hours under. I inhaled, breathing in the fresh, crisp air. Free. At. Last. My stomach let out a loud grumble, reminding me the measly protein bar I’d eaten earlier wasn’t nearly enough to sustain a 200 (okay, 210) pound man. I’d walked to and from work every day for the last 3 weeks. It had been a long, harsh winter but the snow was finally melting and spring was on the horizon. I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone: lose a few inches and save on gas money. My car was a junker anyway, twelve years old and nearing its last leg. Assuming my hard work would lead to a promotion by years end, I planned on buying a brand new BMW 5 Series. The pressure was on. Often all that got me through my hectic workdays was the anticipation of that fresh new car smell, the cool, leather interior on my skin, the rev of a powerful engine. I needed that raise.
By K R5 years ago in Humans
The Secrets We Keep
I know we all have good days and bad days. The worse day of my life came so suddenly, but I remember it so vividly. It was a beautiful sunny day. I was sitting in the park on a bench facing the street. I can see the cars take their turn at the stoplight. I can hear the children playing in the background—the birds chirping in the tree next to me. The dogs barking, people living. It was a wonderful day—the sun glimmering across my face. I can feel the warmth of the sun warming my bones. It was mid-April, spring bursting to be heard. After such a cold winter, I welcome the sun warming my body. I sat on the bench with my sundress and sandals, smiling, feeling content—pure happiness. Life is good, I thought.
By Sheena Marie5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Here I am in the middle of a pandemic and I meet the man of my dreams. Terrance has been more than anything I could ask for. He is thoughtful, open, and loves trying new things. There are so many similarities between us I believe we could be soul mates. Years of dating narcissist after narcissist I believe that I have found my forever love.
By Virginia R. Morgan5 years ago in Humans
Delilah's Gambit
With bated breath she waited on the busy train platform, attempting to block out the disorienting sights and sounds. Tapping away nervously on her left thigh. In and out she reminded herself to breathe slowly to help dissipate her mounting anxiety.Where the hell was the train? She thought impatiently, the thought was so sharp, it resulted in her foot hitting her duffle bag. She winced and looked away from the offending object, taking another deep breath. She heard before she saw it, the train making its way into the station, the first step to her salvation.
By Princess Olasimbo Somefun5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
He is finally home. Our lovely little studio apartment off the main strip. Not much to behold, but the character is unquestionable. Laden with spider plants and Himalayan salt crystals interlaced within the random kitschy tapestries. Something is different tonight thought, he comes home later than usual with an ominous heaviness surrounding his being. His aura is cluttered and chaotic. I can feel the air is heavy and his mind is full. Sighs and heavy breathing give way to tears which in turn carve a path down his face to a ravine of regret. Deep circles under the eyes tell a story of a thousand lifetimes, lived and died, all in a night. I am ready to receive him, ready to have his soul poured into me. The bath water is drawn and the candles are lit. A subtle scent of spruce and cinnamon permeate the heavy atmosphere of our oasis. The sobs begin to echo through the dense air of our once light and playful abode. Kyler was a beautiful and playful soul that always knew he was destined for something magnanimous. I have been his keeper for the last year since he acquired me. I knew it was love at first sight when I saw his gaze rested on me with a softness that caressed my very being. Since that moment we have become inseparable.
By Max Dunzik5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Eight. Nine. Ten. Veronica stood there counting raindrops, trying desperately to occupy her mind. The word time kept coming to the forefront of her mind. She woke up elated this morning, excited to celebrate life and experience all that the day had to offer her. It was on this day 29 years ago that she was born into the world. Veronica couldn’t be happier with the life she had been blessed to experience. She had a beautiful loving husband and family, her dream career, a beautiful home and all the comforts of life. She was not rich, but she was comfortable and satisfied with what she had accomplished. In this very moment though all she felt was pain and despair. She was hurt, confused, angry, sad and numb all at once. She couldn’t even make sense of how she was feeling, and all she could think was that the only thing standing in between what she felt this morning and the way she is feeling now is time.
By Kamilah Jones5 years ago in Humans
Chasing the Sun
The Indian summer sun rose on a new day. Vibrant shades of tangerine, ruby, and gold flooded the sky, mirroring the spice market's splendor below. As Jeremy looked up, he wished he could take in the scene with the love of his life, Sonia Patel, warm in his arms, soaking in the peace. Instead, he was standing in front of her palace gates, waiting for the angry and judgmental Rajesh, her father. His contemplation was interrupted by a sudden vibration in his pocket. He grabbed his phone and saw a missed call and voicemail from an unknown number.
By Bryanna Nunez5 years ago in Humans
The Moment
It was a brisk March morning. The sun peaked through the thick clouds and cast its rays on the sidewalk. Eli tapped his headphones and ambled forward. It was a gorgeous day out. A perfect day to end it all. The subtle sounds of SZA coaxed his feet into a Rhythm. A twenty-something listening to Twenty-Something, ironic. Idle thoughts crossed his mind as he entered Gladstone park. Eli was not depressed. Friends would likely describe him as happy or full of energy. Eli was tired. Eli was disappointed, in himself and the world by extension.
By Hassanlogic5 years ago in Humans
The Love Birds
It started with the postcard. Its faded violet-inked, beautiful copperplate handwriting, almost indecipherable to the modern eye, had caught Amy’s attention as she propped her bicycle against the village post office window.
By Blythe Rosetta5 years ago in Humans
Landslide
Nora Jane had roughly eight minutes to get to Bradley Creek for her final waterway sunrise. Luckily, the tide just finished spilling in, obscuring the ugly reality of pungent tidal muck and skin-slicing oyster beds slumbering below the surface. She stood, an arm slung over the open driver’s side door of the vintage Volvo V70 station wagon, looking at the brick colonial, an asylum she’d despised since the For Sale sign came down two decades earlier. Her aging coonhound, Mr. Jenkins, gawked from his post at the picture window, head tilted, clearly confused as to why the car was filled with belongings, why the hatch wasn’t open, and why he was being left behind in a quiet, dark house. The boy, a first year college student, would have been devastated to learn they were both gone. The dog would stay.
By Jana Clancey5 years ago in Humans
To See, And Be Seen
I have learned that cold is a relative thing. If I do not look at it directly it cannot touch me. In my mind I am at the hearth, tending the fire. Sipping tea. Holding the spine of a book in my hand and feeling its weight, the warm weight of the room around me. In my mind I am safe as a mouse in its nest, somewhere small and quiet and away from the world.
By Sally Wegner5 years ago in Humans
If the Shoe Fits
I didn’t recognize the number, but something made me pick up. “Dani? It’s Helen, Millie’s friend.” A dark cloud engulfed me when my godmother died in a hit and run accident last month. I’d been working hard to lighten up, but things weren’t exactly going my way. Just the mention of her name triggered a tsunami of sadness.
By Emma Dillon5 years ago in Humans