single
Whether you're solitary by choice or simply unlucky in love, being single is complicated.
Being Happy as Single
You don't need a partner to be happy. One of my pet peeves is hearing people say things such as "Single people know deep down they're not happy because they're not in a relationship". This is wrong on so many levels, and an unhealthy attitude for one. Being single doesn't mean sad Valentine's Days and lonely nights. It's not like being in a relationship is always the end goal, and time spent as single is just time inbetween happiness or time spent waiting for your next partner to enter your life. Your time is too precious to be spent waiting for someone to come and make you happy.
By Tone Breistrand6 years ago in Humans
Always A Secret
Is it really that much? Is it really that much to ask for? Is it really that much to ask for a love of my own? It is not that much to ask for a love that puts you as sole priority. Yes, I have had those moments where I sit and watch all, and I mean ALL, the sappy romance movies. You become apart of the drama, and your heart cries out for that kind of love.
By Kimberly Deluca6 years ago in Humans
Love is Loud
They walked hand-in-hand like teenagers huddled comfortably under his £10 umbrella with a shaky handle that he’s had since graduating from university all those years ago. The rain was coming down in torrents, the sound of drops on the pavement drowning out whatever whisper of a conversation they were still having at this point in the evening. Fortunately, it was also rendering his heavy breathing inaudible, masking his nervousness from her, at least for now. But she knew, as they always do. The pounding in his chest echoed through his thick woolen jumper and drenched parka to where her hand was tightly grasping his arm. She could feel his anxiety, his boyish enthusiasm for their time together, and all she could do is hold on tighter, nestling her face in the reassuring cold of his shoulder.
By Alex Tamas6 years ago in Humans
The Man Hunt
Raise your hand if you keep getting stuck in relationships with the same type of man? By type, I don't necessarily mean they all have brown hair. I mean the same level of man. They may look different, have different types of jobs or family dynamics. The traits that clusters these men together under the same umbrella are ones such as their emotional maturity and the number of red flags you over look time and time again. If your anything like me, I get stuck with the same level of man every FREAKIN’ time! I still find myself turning my head at all the same type of guy that turned my head when I was 16. Why?! They look exciting? I know exactly where exciting leads, straight to hell! Climbing out of hell is really hard! I am NOT trying to go back!
By Emily N. DeFalla6 years ago in Humans
To The Guy Without a Clue
I get it, I really do. I get it because I've been there too. Far too many times to count. Call me crazy, call me foolish, but I still believe it's just a matter of the right person. Cause see, the right person won't hurt you that way. They won't make you wonder why you're not enough. They won't make you feel alone. They won't make you feel unworthy. Oh but the wrong person....
By Amanda Purcell6 years ago in Humans
Irrevocably in love
Hey, It looks like it’s that time again - I’m sure that there will come a time when we get through a whole year, January to December, without my wanting to send you one of these, but it’s not here yet. Last one was after ***, so March, there was a touch of *** involved and I think I remember expecting a response.
By Tyranna Black6 years ago in Humans
Loneliness is hard damn
I'm writing this because I just watched the music video to "Watermelon Sugar" by Harry Styles and...it was really good. Frankly, this is somewhat upsetting. I've never liked Harry Styles before, I've always found him pretentious and irritating. Why then, has he just encapsulated all of my fantasies as a mixed Latino man in a three minute music video? Do y'all know? I'm quite confused.
By Miles Rafael Bairley-Ujueta6 years ago in Humans
No Romance
I want to lay in his arms, hear his voice whispering sweet nothing's in my ear. I want to feel safe and secure to know I'm not judged for who I am, let alone what I believe in, or what I do. To know my son is safe and secure, that my son is loved and supported by someone that loves and supports me, to know we are both treasured, trusted and respected.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Humans
Legendary Short Stories
Try a little tenderness... She may be weary. He may be weary. Many people feel that way; especially, the forlorn and desolate at heart. I am that kind of person and maybe you are too. We mope around and hope for a little tenderness. And those of us who have nobody but ourselves look into our lonely mirrors and wonder when that special person is going to come into their lives and make everything better, when that person will hold our precious hands, when that person will hold us close, when they will gently kiss us and tell us that they love us, when that person will uplift our restless souls and try a little tenderness.
By Legend Gilchrist6 years ago in Humans
Alone.
I had never lived alone. I went from a warm family home to college room-mates. Apartments with friends and then to my partner. I had been living with husband and running boats globally with him and a tight crew, within 100 feet of us at all times for over a decade. My life was rich and I delighted in family/crew meals, laughter at sunset and exploring with my beloved next to me. I didn’t take it for granted. I felt so blessed and was sure to be thankful to the Universe that was holding me with such grace. I wasn’t religious but what I called ‘connected’. I felt Spiritual in nature because nature was my spirit. I coveted sunsets and the sea that caressed me when I swam… admiring fishes and corals, amazed by the world. Volcanoes and whales, sharks and steamy exotic mud pools. I delighted as the calls of new bird songs danced into my soul and I spent hours peeking under rocks and hiking to that next crest, the next bend, the next port… what is over the horizon? I even told my beloved that I would tell him I loved him every day. Even if we didn’t see eye to eye on occasions, I would whisper to him at night… “I love you”. I wanted him to know how loved he was and I wanted to be grateful so to build from that place. From that whole place I loved.
By Brooke A Foote6 years ago in Humans
