love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Sweet Dreaming
Sweet Dreaming Have you ever had a dream that felt just as real as reality? Like you magically slipped into an alternate universe that functions and runs on its own time, checks and balances and you lose track of everything? Well that’s what happened to me, my sister believes there’s more than one dimension and the link between them is thinner and easier to cross while dreaming. I wasn’t sure how true her theory was until this happened.
By Ashanti Starr8 years ago in Humans
I'll Never Forget
How do you know you are in love? How do you feel? Is it like they say in movies? When you get butterflies in your stomach and your hands get clammy? Well, for me it was that and way more! You don't control who you fall in love with or when it happens. All you can control is how you deal with it. They say the love of your life meets you in your mess not your best. We always said from nothing to something, and I'll never forget what you told me in August of 2015, "Why did you have to sing that stupid song? Why did you have to look so cute? And make me fall in love with you?" From the first night we hung out you had me addicted, totally hooked. Your smile, your charisma, your charm, everything about you I wanted so badly. Then when I had it, I didn't want to let go; and I wouldn't for no reason!
By Symantha Penfield8 years ago in Humans
My Ex, Who Also Happens to Be My Best Friend and Life Savior
It all started in November of 2014. A young, vulnerable girl was unable to sleep. Exposed to unimaginable things already, when only 13. I had to deal with pain and exhaustion, just from my own head. I was drowning, and no one saw it. I was touched as a young girl, and all my problems sprouted from that point. I hated myself, and it only got worse from there.
By Stephanie M8 years ago in Humans
John and Jane...and Valentine's Day
John and Jane…and Valentine’s Day Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching which means heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and gooey cards are littering the aisles of our stores and appearing on tables, in mailboxes, and on office desks all across America. (Don’t lie, you’re counting down the days until those boxes of chocolate go on sale, I know I am).
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Humans
Are We Entering an Era of Acceptance of the ‘Unable to Label’ Relationship?
Much to my mum’s delight, four weeks after moving back home following 12 years away, she had a daughter who had watched around a miniscule 63 hours of TV in 2017, hooked on Celebrity Big Brother; a programme I would normally scoff at for its anger and ego-filled coverage, tinged with sadness as once-celebrated celebrities sell their soul for a fee that will enable them to cover their repayments on a home that now exceeds their current status.
By Verity Brown8 years ago in Humans
I Won’t Be Eaten by the Monster of Love (Again…)
I've made up my mind on the matter. I've had just about enough of this nonsense. Years and years I spent anxiously awaiting its arrival. For hours, I would daydream about "the one"... the one that would finally come along and steal my heart away. He would have kind eyes, a nice smile, and would take my breath away. I never imagined grand gestures or flowers or an astounding wedding. What I fantasized about was a person that understood me like no one else. Someone I could confide in, and who felt they could confide in me. Someone I could always count on, someone that would be there through thick and thin. Someone who loved all of me. The insecure, the broken, the weak, the scared... they saw it all, and they dove in head first. Of course, I would reciprocate all of this. That was the love that I couldn't wait for. But, somehow, I left out any trace of heartbreak.
By C.G. Remmet8 years ago in Humans
I Got Super Lucky at Sixteen to Meet the Man of My Dreams
I know, I know, at sixteen, how can you know? But I knew from the first kiss he was it. I also know how cliché this sounds from that "first kiss" I knew. He was just different, he cared about not only how I felt, but how I experienced things with him. He didn't have much money, as we were both focusing on just finishing high school but he made the most out of our days together. My mother always said "marry the man who will climb mountains for you," well this guy had no car so he biked thirteen miles to my house twice a day for seven days just to spend maybe three hours with me. Was he it? He went from helping me clean my childhood room to being the only person who wanted to stick around.
By Aemanda Coffey8 years ago in Humans
Many Loves in Many Places
It was in the early spring when I had found a moment, during my jolt to the City, to sit down with my feelings in Union Square. With a new book that I picked up at the bookstore, trying to explain my own headspace to my intergenerational boyfriend of 3 years was a feat that I had to overcome. Competing only with coming out as a young gay man, the coming out that my generation and upbringing had granted me to not thoroughly do in the traditional sense, the thoughts of the confrontation were tearing at the heart. The love was real. But I was not going to be broken by my realization of these feelings. The therapy that I needed was hopefully found within the pages of the book in my lap. I surely wasn’t getting any leads from the outside.
By Seth Tyler Black8 years ago in Humans
Honest Sincerity
The was city quiet, almost eerie as we walked along deserted streets. I reached out with my dry calloused hand and touched her soft pale palm. I knew of a small walking trail just ahead that lead down to a private little alcove everyone called Puerto Rican beach. The shore was lined with small stones, smooth and weathered from hundreds of years of being beaten around by the current. I considered, for a moment, where they may have originated from, and how long it took them to reach this specific place in time. There was a fallen tree a few feet back from the shoreline and we decided to settle there for a short time. The reflection of the setting sun danced across the glassy water, while the blood red sky illuminated the evening with a romantic glow. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She was much younger then I, though it never showed. Elegant and defined, well spoken, and yet there was an unsurety about her. On one hand it was clear that we were both smitten. The way we gazed into each other's eyes as the deep red horizon slowly sank. It was all like something straight out of some cheesy romance novel, or the ending of your favorite romantic comedy. As the two of us sat there quietly discussing the weather, the entitlement of the younger generation, and love, of course we spoke of love. Neither one of us would say the word itself, yet there in that warm summer night, it spun around, between, and underneath us like a cool evening breeze. Half the time we didn't say anything. We just sat there gazing at each other, her smile was so innocent and sincere. I could tell she was trying to hold it back, not expose herself too far. There was a pain in her eyes that told me her past had not been easy, I could see that she was still healing from the wounds of her past. Yet there was a quiet comfort, an honest sincerity between us. I leaned in and kissed her forehead as if to say "whatever you've been through doesn't matter, you're safe now."
By Michael C. Lafferty-Shockency8 years ago in Humans
