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Soul to Soul
The moment their eyes met, she felt the hands of eternity itself wrap around her heart as peace filled every pore of her being—she was home and she had not even known she had left. Here, for the first time, infinity welcomed her in its embrace of beingness, and she swam languidly in it’s depths. Although she had forgotten to breathe, her lungs drew in air of their own accord, hardly daring to stop lest they interrupt the bliss that every mote and atom celebrated in this instant. This was love and the entire universe knew it and danced in time to the beat of their hearts. They would remember this moment for years as "the big bang," the moment a new universe all of their own was created, and it was they who had created it with their willingness to love each other. Nothing they had ever experienced to this point could compare with the divinity they each held in their hearts. Their minds had never been so still and clear, and neither of them had ever known such clarity and purpose. They merged and soared in the oneness of unity and sang silently of their joy across time and space dimensions. Each had known misery and had thought themselves to be in a hellish place of wretchedness and hopelessness. They had both begun to despair of finding happiness at all and had surrendered all need to control anything in order to simply survive. Free falling into this abyss by choice, they had found each other, and now the heavens sang in praise for all to see and hear. By the clock, it all lasted a nanosecond, but by heart-time, this celebration lasted aeons as their flames united again and blazed into life as one.
By Gabriella Grace8 years ago in Humans
A Letter For You: Abusive Relationships and What I Learned About Myself
Dear Incredible Reader, We always want to see the best in people. There's always a part of us that believes if we give it one more shot we are sure to get a different outcome; but that is an ideal that is so far from the truth of the cycle of abuse it makes me sick.
By Madyson Salmon8 years ago in Humans
Do I Have to Say Goodbye?
When having to give up the thing that makes you happy because it also causes you pain, it's like digging into your own skin and ripping your heart out of your chest. The thought of having to say goodbye is anxiety ridden thoughts. The heart and mind is racing against your own logic to make you say no. You'd rather deal with the pain and the suffering just to have a few messages sent throughout the week, to have that person be a part of your life in some form. You know it is bad for you, getting the advice from friends saying what you know is the truth. Yet, you still feel stuck between two places, deal with grief after saying goodbye, something that will only last for a short time, or continue with the lasting pain. That person has thoughts and emotions for someone else, you can feel them being happy for their crush. However, despite your crush you have to say goodbye, keeping in contact with them is tearing your soul up. You want them to be happy, but you cannot be there to see their happiness. You tell them the truth of why you are saying goodbye and then remove the conversation, unknowing if they saw the message or not. It's for the best you say, the pain will eventually go away. You want them inside of you, on top of you, holding you more than you want the living sustenance of food and water. Move on, get better, find someone new who is going to reply back to you more than just once or twice a week, who feels the same things for you. One day, hopefully, someone will come along and show you what you deserve in your short life. Although, what if someone doesn't come along, what if loneliness is the only thing that will stay forever? Sure a lot of this loneliness is up to you, but when struck with the anxiety of a million thoughts, all negative, how can one go on?
By R.A. Hudson8 years ago in Humans
My Experience with Love
As a child you think love is something between moms and dads, what you feel for your first teddy bear, or even your favorite cartoon show. You think during that time that's all that is, you think boys/girls have "cooties" and you play and joke around but you never know that one day you might find the same boy or girl that had "cooties" will be the love of your life. I grew up kinda differently, I didn't think boys or girls had such a thing, in all honesty I thought it was just plain nonsense! I thought love was a certain connection you had with someone that no one else could feel. I mean sure you had a kind of love with your family and friends but I was really fascinated with the idea of having one person all to myself that I could love for the rest of my life.
By Caitlin Carter8 years ago in Humans
Love: What Is It?
If you ask a young child what love is, they will say it's the feeling mommy or daddy gives you, or the way it feels to eat a warm cookie from the oven, the feeling you get when you hug your favorite stuffed animal or the way you feel about any kind of animal. If you ask a young married couple, they will tell you the feeling you get when you're with your other half, the feeling you get when you talk about them or spend every moment surrounded by them. If you ask an elderly couple, they will tell you it's the feeling that you get every time you look into the eyes of your lover; the feeling of their presence in the room with yours. But, with all these different definitions on love, what actually is it?
By Megan Eason8 years ago in Humans
You Don't Know Love until You're in Love
I myself have thought I have been in love many times in my life. Every time I got into a relationship I thought I was in love. That's why whenever I do feel love I tend to question wether I really do or did love that person. Love is a very complicated emotion, not easy like sadness or fear or even hate. Growing up the media pushed onto me as a little girl that I am a damsel in distress and that I need rescuing; my handsome prince will come along and I will fall in love. You can imagine my disappointment when I reached the age of my favourite Disney princesses and still had not felt the feeling of ones true love. Life isn't like the movies and stories you hear a learn to love as you're growing up, and most people, me included learn that the hard way. A friend once told me "You don't know love until you're in love."
By Casey Lewis8 years ago in Humans
Dressed To Impress
Pulling her pale blue dress further up, Clare awaited the arrival of her friend, nervously checking herself. She adjusted her feet in her heels, crouching down to ensure they filled the black shoes. Standing up, she pulled her dress again, unaccustomed to its lack of shoulder straps.
By Barry Allen8 years ago in Humans
The Mock Life – Chapter Two
I'm home. I haven't even been out of the house that long and I feel like I've vanquished a great demon. I find my bed, I find my nook, and my head rests gently on the pillow and I feel comfortable. I sense her. Before she even says my name, before her stench wafts in, before she breaks in like the shittest cat robber ever. There she is, the overwhelming figure of matronliness (or lacking of) lurking at the end of my bed for the second time today. Two times more than I would have preferred. She tells me that Janet her therapist has told her that maybe that I need to hear she loves me more. The Thug began seeing a psych a couple of years ago when she self-diagnosed that she was having a midlife crisis, obviously only me, my father and Janet knew this. I'm aware I sound cold, but she's just really fucking annoying. Like if you don't know someone like her you just won't understand. So then she sits. She sits on the end of the bed, she asks me how my day way, feigns some general interest and then she blindsides me. We are not an open family, we don't have family meetings or discuss our feelings the closest we've ever got is when my great aunt Marie died and my dad gave me a quick hug and a pat on the back. We're not emotionless, we are just not like this. She asks me if I'm a virgin. I feel my jaw literally drop a little and my irises widen three centimetres. This is not what we talk about. This is not who we are. Even the Thug can recognise my disbelief and slight nausea.
By Ellen Brooking8 years ago in Humans
