love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
My Love Story (Part 2)
When I found out that I was pregnant, I was 19-years-old, attending my first year at community college and working at a daycare as a teacher’s aide. I was nowhere close to where I wanted to be in life. I was still in love with my ex. I was terrified and I had no idea what to expect. When my ex and I were trying to be friends, he opened up about how he never had feelings for me. Then all of these thoughts started popping up in my head. He strung me along in a relationship he didn't want to be in. All of those times that he had said that he ever loved me was a complete lie. Why did he beg me for another chance and made me believe that he didn't mean what he had said, if he really didn't want to be with me? More than anything, I was pissed off and said some really ugly and mean things to him.
By Ameenah M.8 years ago in Humans
My Love and Struggles
My love for my boyfriend is like no other love. The love I have for him is like you're floating on air. When I first met my boyfriend, it was like time just stopped and I was feeling like I knew him from somewhere before. My boyfriend and I went to high school together and became friends before we started a relationship. I will admit that we had our ups and downs during our relationship but we make it work. Right now my boyfriend and I are trying to figure out what we're going to do financially if I got pregnant again. My boyfriend has been stressing out about a lot of things but I try my best to be there for him because that's how much I love him.
By Carrie Booth8 years ago in Humans
My Love Story (Part 1)
When I was a sophomore in high school in my biology class, I had a lab partner, let’s call him “J”. J was new to my school and he was really quiet. He never talked to anyone that I knew. I tried to get to know him and he told me about the school that he came from. After we had changed lab partners, I never spoke to him again. We had classes and we never got placed next to each other in other classes. I never made direct contact with him again. Junior year we had algebra class together but I sat in the back and he was in the front. I remember wanting to talk to him again, but I was too scared for some reason.
By Ameenah M.8 years ago in Humans
Home
For the first 19 years of my life, I thought all I wanted in life was some adventure and some fame, or at least some recognition. For as long as I can remember, my biggest fear was being bored in life. As a kid living in a midwestern suburb, I would sit out on my family’s front porch swing and think about all of the places I could go when I got older. I spent hours each day writing different storylines for myself. Sometime I would go on adventures in London, sometimes in California, and sometimes on some island out in the Pacific. In my childhood imagination, I always went on these adventures alone. It never occurred to my young mind that anything I imagined doing would be more fun with a companion.
By Rebecca Davis8 years ago in Humans
The Beginning: One Young Love Story
The first time we met was at a party, his face on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. I had seen him through the halls at school and heard his name float from girls' mouths. He was cute; a hockey player with a foreign swagger and long dark hair. Natively Finnish, his accent made us swoon. I had just made the 45 minute drive from work to go to this party, excited and knowing he was going to be there.
By A. C. Clementine 8 years ago in Humans
18 and in Love?
When I was younger (and I say that lightly as I am still young), I met my best friend at a concert called Vans Warped Tour. It was all by chance, really. We were both alone at the concert and seeing the same band; we just happened to bump into each other. We bonded over our love for music and his nerd qualities. We talked while waiting for the set to start and also hung out after, getting pizza at the Hungry Howie’s at The Palace of Auburn Hills.
By Alyssa Conlee8 years ago in Humans
This Is It
A touch is calming. Your touch, on the other hand, is like an electric vault consuming my every being. Like when we met eyes and notice that our thoughts were on the same wave. No words express the emotions screaming from my heart. My energy is nonexistent without you introducing my every emotion. You just you. All I want, all I think about. You ran with all of it. Yet I kindly asked you to take me. But a smile is all I got instead. How dare you?
By Lindsey Parks8 years ago in Humans
Update on My LDR
First of all I'd like to thank you for following my story and reading my first post! Now let's get into it... In my last post I talked about the issues I was facing in my LDR. I mentioned that I was dying to see my boyfriend again and SURPRISE! We spent an amazing three weeks together in Swansea. I made the long journey down on April 23 and traveled home on May 15. The whole time together was amazing. We were both pretty broke so we didn't do too much while I was there but I think that was the beauty of it—we didn't need to spend money on nights out to enjoy ourselves. We were quite happy just sat in at night with some cheap snacks from the shop watching movies or playing horror games.
By Sarah Wilson8 years ago in Humans
The Story of Us
It was a bright and sunny day that seemed only grey to her hardened eyes. Through times and tragedy she had come to seemingly desensitize herself to the colors that consumed her. As she trailed in unnoticed through the prison-orange doors, focusing on her feet, but still seeing the faces of everyone she’s passed. God forbid she brush against someone’s shoulder, or, in worst case scenario, be pulled into actual conversation. She had made it past the cackling girls wearing Bass Pro Shop T-Shirts who all had their hair styled the same way and were waiting to join each other in Intensive Reading class. You know the ones, who wake up at five o’clock every morning to shower, put on just enough makeup to seem like they're not wearing any, and has about half a bottle of sprunch spray in their barely towel dried hair. Most of these girls lost their innocence years ago, but made a pretty face in church, giving them some sort of unearned entitlement. It was these girls that bothered her the most. She felt it very appropriate they chose to hover so close to those same entry way doors, casting a hideous orange reflection back at them. If they knew that she knew the them they’d long forgotten, they’d have probably noticed her more, so it’s for the best really that they were all somewhat afraid of her for no real apparent reason. Passing a crowd of faces, she could only manage to connect to broken bits of trauma through a series of unavoidable energy transfers. Her ears are soon soothed by the familiar buzz of clean energy flowing in glittering swirls surrounding what is seen as the darkest corner of the campus.
By Gaia Bliss8 years ago in Humans
My Butterflies Flew Away, and I’m so Glad
My boyfriend and I are long distance, we live on opposite sides of the United States. We met online and it was an instant connection, we fell in love almost immediately. There’s always doubt about meeting online though, you have to wonder if you’ll feel the same way with that person when you’re face to face with who they truly are. The first time we met, I was confident that the things we felt online were just as strong in person, if not more so, but for some reason, I rarely felt butterflies. The lack of giddy excitement upset me, and I questioned why that tingling sensation I love so much wasn’t there.
By Jules Wright8 years ago in Humans
