love

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

Love Is Not a Ready-Made Meal
"I found love!" she said enthusiastically, "I found him! I am in love!" she said as she sat with her close friends. For many months she swam in deep emotions where she gave her best efforts to this someone she held so dearly.
By Mary Hanna8 years ago in Humans
Just Love
The first time we met, you hugged me. I liked how you smelled. Your long legs ended in Converse All Stars and your smile lit up your face. We got stoned and ate Jamaican food. The conversation had a natural flow, like we had known each other for years. We went to see some shitty movie and you invited me to your place after but I went home. I didn't know what to think of you but I realized that even then, I couldn't stop thinking about you.
By Ivy Marie8 years ago in Humans
Why the Boy That Broke You Saved You
We have all had someone who has let us down so many times and in so many ways to the point where we feel broken or that something is wrong with us. We allow ourselves to go into such a dark place where we begin to place blame ourselves as to why something did not work out, when in reality that is most often not the case. I am one of those people.
By Danielle Comparetto8 years ago in Humans
How To Tell If He Really Loves You
Sometimes in a relationship it is hard to know what your partner's intentions are. Self-image and loneliness and self-esteem are key points that keep people from seeing their partner for what they really are; they could be totally toxic or perfect Prince Charming. Sex is not enough to keep a relationship going, and if that seems to be all that your partner wants and they are not giving you any other signs of affection, that is a BIG red flag. Paying attention to these signs could give you an idea of what your partner really wants.
By Danica Shardae8 years ago in Humans
A Hopeful Romantic's Romeo
It had been four years since I had seen him last and I still remember it like it was yesterday. Since then, he had been married and divorced and also had a son from the marriage. I, on the other hand, had still been single with no children.
By Gracie Jay8 years ago in Humans
The Days Are Long
For eighteen years, I have held to myself the pain and sorrow of being a young widow. Well, as close to one as can be. We weren't married, but we were building a life together, decorating a flat together, choosing baby furniture and awaiting the arrival of our baby. Life was good. We had our differences, like all couples do, especially considering the age gap between us. The interference of mommy dearest and other external influences, but for the main, we were happy.That was until just before Christmas, 1999. We had been fighting a lot, mummy dearest was threatening him with police action if he let me move in with him. I was sixteen and old enough to know what I wanted. What I wanted was to be free of my mother, to move away from her oppression and bullying, her lies and her games. You see, ever since I could remember I was verbally, mentally, and physically abused by my mother and her husband, my stepdad. Never sexually—I must stress that, but the only bones that were never broken were my fingers, but I digress from one story into another.
By Nadine Haigh8 years ago in Humans
There's One Person That Made Me
There’s one certain person that makes me who I am. The same person not only makes me want to be better than I was a second earlier, but also wants to make the world more beautiful than a blink ago. She’s the one closet to my heart and I know I'm in her heart. I might want to be the one that she gives her heart to completely, but lord knows I’ll never deserve the grandest prize in this word because I’ll never deserve it. Hell, sometimes I wonder if I even deserve calling her a friend. We only get one chance at this thing we call life. Sadly, her past hasn’t been so sunny because of people's actions, but ever since I've been around the angel, I’ve tried my best to make sure her skies were only sunny and helped her reach for the skies. And til the day that I'm no longer on this planet lord knows that I’ll be the protector of her world. Even when I make it, I’ll pass up the award shows just to watch them on the tv as we order in some pizza and show down on some drinks and candy. Oh by the way when she wins her awards I’ll be the one I promise you this, when she walks on the stage for her awards I’ll be the one clapping the loudest. She's beautiful 360 degrees. Damn winner of miss universe right there and whatever talent show she goes on as well. I look into her eyes and can’t help but to stare into perfection, yet I see the pain and tears she tries to hide from my own eyes. I try my best to get her to open up and to find a way to vanish those demons. Her past makes it hard, however her protector is stronger. I may look like I'm just like everyone else but trust me when you cross her, I’ll become your worst nightmare and her savior. I'm gonna ask her how do I cheer you up, even though she always says the next time I ask she’s gonna punch me in my throat, and she's gonna say nothing or it’s impossible. Deep down she's knows I'm gonna prove that the word impossible is just simply saying I'm possible. And that by the time I tell her good night sleep tight have a good day she’s gonna smile at least once or twice. I ain't gonna show those wanna be’s and fakers any mercy for hurting my number one in the whole wide world. By the way since I mentioned it a second ago, I tell her good night sleep tight have a good day, every night. It doesn’t matter if I call her, like that night I was out of town and my internet went down, if I call text her phone, like that night I was out of phone minutes, if I Facebook her like I do on the nights I don’t get the honor and privilege of looking into her stunning eyes, or if I tell her face to beautiful face that simple phrase, which is simply perfection… just like her. God, I must have done that since June. I do it for simple reasons. I tell her good night hoping that no matter how bad of a day she had since I told her that she’ll have a good night. I tell her sweet dreams hoping that her dreams will be as sweet as her and the nightmare she faces throughout the sun time don’t creep around in the dark. I tell her have a good day, simply hoping that tomorrow will be good if not great or perfect for her. There’s one certain person that makes me who I am. She’s the girl I love.
By josh napper8 years ago in Humans
Needing You
2 Years Ago Waking up isn't a problem—if your mind stays awake through the good, the bad, and the misery. My mind is like an immortal fire. It never burns out, it never knows when enough is enough, never knows when it's time for sleep to take over.
By Ezraya8 years ago in Humans
Me and Johnny, Johnny and I
They couldn't tell us nothin' bout our love. They wouldn't know it if it slapped their momma cross they face! Love is much more than dingy street oils and perfumes. It's more than fancy underwear that makes your crotch itch—more than what the whole town could ever grasp about what love was, but yet everyone in the town knew about me and Johnny. Johnny and I. Most all of them disapproving, shaking their heads like they been in and up, out and about, knowing all there is to know about us. Johnny was always out on that boat—fishing for a living. But we like to call them voyages. That's the picture he would paint bout his trips when he'd come home and explain 'em to me. Once he told me 'bout how this humongous Kraken attacked the ship when most everyone was sleeping and how he leaped overboard and pierced the creature with his tiny little ole' fishing rod! Could you imagine?! Or the time a mermaid got caught in a net and tried to seduce my Johnny—telling him how he could live with her under the water and see things he'd never seen. I asked Johnny if he had thought about going with her—the mermaid. He admitted to thinking about it for a few seconds but said he didn't need to explore any other worlds cause he got paradise with me.
By Jocelyn Lee8 years ago in Humans
Beating in Time
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. Time, in fact, stood still for her, peering longingly into the water as it circled the drain. It was her custom to step out of the bath and be dry by the time the water had finally gurgled into the arcane pipework, but she felt stunned to the point of inaction. Time not only stood still but stopped her from standing at all. It was, after all, bedtime and darkness had fallen on the small cottage as water poured hot and steaming from the antediluvian faucet, moistening porcelain and warming the cold room as bubbles and salts mixed with steam and caused apple blossoms to fill the December night as it would be in September. Plunging up to her neck in the water, splashing the floor without even noticing, holding her breath and her head under the water until it would appear to an observer that she was testing the limits of her lungs' capacity to spontaneously cease respiration. She was typically calm. It was different this time. Calm had not given way to mania, happiness, relief, or even their sad counterparts. This was shock. Carla sat rigid watching the clock on the wall simply say seven minutes past eight, morning or evening making no difference, realizing only after minutes' contemplation that the clock itself had no power to move and was stuck, much like Carla herself. It was that morning that Gin had left her. Left in the conclusive sense, that is, not in the leaving for work as they had done every day since their wedding. When Carla awoke, Gin was already dressed, sitting on the end of the bed, suitcase at her feet.
By Avi Sato8 years ago in Humans
The End
You meet, fall in love, promise to love one another until death; you disagree and fight, but nothing makes you think is this really worth it?
By C. Reyes8 years ago in Humans
A Road Less Traveled: Chapter 1
I was at the young and impressionable age of 18. Innocent, hadn't really had a real boyfriend, mediocre in school as far as grades (Chemistry and Geometry weren't my strongest classes). I remember my senior year as if it were yesterday. I was happy and I knew what I wanted after I graduated. I had good friends, an awesome family to support me. What more could a girl like me want, right?
By Rheana Roose8 years ago in Humans