love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
The Words I Can't Say
I spent such a long time saying those words to the wrong person, that now, I don't know how to express the feeling to the right person. I have lost the ability to be affectionate. I don't know when it happened, only that it did, and that it takes a toll on my relationship.
By Elysa Noelle9 years ago in Humans
With Her, Anything is Possible
Born in the year 1991 brought different tides into my life, I don't remember much of my younger years. Some here and there around the age of seven and eight but nothing before then and not much after. My life seemed to pass by rather quickly, filled with right choices, wrong choices and just flat out confusion that seemed to appear out of nowhere, some would think life is grand that there isn't much that could go wrong in their life. They continue the same patterns day in and day out, same car ride or bus ride every day.
By Virginia Gibbons9 years ago in Humans
A True Love Forever Lost
Love! What a very strange word. I've heard it so often. "Man, I love my new car." "I'd love to see the game." I have heard it ever since I popped out of my Mommy just a year before my first birthday. Oh yes! I've used it quite a few times, but outside of my family, I've NEVER felt love.
By Maurice Bernier9 years ago in Humans
The Senpai-Kouhai Relationship: Lvl: Romantic?!
This is a little article/blog for anyone who's elevated to from "notice me, senpai" to "noticed." First off, congratulations! I know it couldn't have been easy to get to that level. It's difficult to gain the affections of another being...fictional or real, it takes A LOT of patience and effort! With that said, let's get right down to business~
By Anecia Lewis9 years ago in Humans
Meeting Ferris Bueller
I’ve always wanted to be a part of a teen coming of age movie. The high school drama, parties, makeovers, the relatable teen angst, romantic gestures that are a little too grand to be believably conceived by a 16-year-old boy. The main factor stopping my high school experience from becoming one straight from a classic 80s or 90s teenage flick was the love interest. All my favorite films had them — The Breakfast Club, 10 Things I Hate About You, Clueless, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. And honestly, I had no interest in meeting someone to fulfill that role. Romantic love has always played an extremely minimal role in my life, so much so that for most of my life I truly believed that I was just unable to feel it. But recently, something changed this for me. This is how I learned to feel.
By Chloe Ramos9 years ago in Humans
Singleness Isn't Waiting
You’ve been waiting for this. You clicked on this link because you, your single and desperate self, need more advice on how to make singleness worthwhile. “What’s wrong with me?” you ask, possibly scarfing chocolate and watching The Notebook. “Why am I still single? I must be doing singleness wrong. Please, O' Internet, tell me how to single.”
By Audrey Wierenga9 years ago in Humans
How Do I Pick Up the Pieces?
Memories are haunting. I wish I had a way to shut them off. Like a remote for the mind, if you will. Everything is reminding me of him and it's because we did everything together. I'm mourning and I can't stop. He promised me that I wouldn't be alone. That he would never hurt me. But here I am, alone and hurt. Hurt by the person who was never supposed to hurt me. The person who I loved with every single ounce of who I am. The person that held my heart. And when he left, he didn't let go of my heart. He still had it in his grip as I forced myself out of the door. I felt every tendon snap with every step I took. Then it was emptiness. Then there were tears. A constant flow that never stopped. From 8am to 4am the next day. Constant. And food is a foreign concept to me now. Every time I try to eat something, I take a few bites and feel sick. So my body is rejecting food. It's rejecting anything I put into it. Sleeping is also a foreign concept. I've slept a total of 6 hours in 3 days. If that. Every time I try and sleep, my chest feels heavy and I can't help but think about how he should be next to me, holding me, like he did every single night for 5 months. How do you go from sleeping beside someone every single night for 5 months, to sleeping alone on a couch? And let's not forget Reyna. God, do I miss that dog. And I miss him. I wish I didn't miss him. I wish I could erase him from my memory, if only for a day.
By Sarah Mullins9 years ago in Humans
Her Name Is My Name Too
I've been in love before, so much so that there are times I believe I still am...in love with my ex-boyfriend that is. We'd known each other since junior high, same class 7th and 8th grade, and boy did I have a crush on him (he was gorgeous in every way possible). He asked me to our eighth grade prom (I'm from NYC, we had 6th and 8th grade proms) and thanks to our meddlesome homeroom teacher, Ms. Cee (C is for cockblock, who was quite colorist and self-loathing — that's a whole 'nother story), he ended up taking another, fairer skinned girl.
By Tiffany Warren9 years ago in Humans
