love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
This Is Why...
I hope I can make these points as clear as possible. Everything I am telling you is why you are special. I think the best way to go about this is to start at the beginning. About seven years ago, I was given the opportunity to meet you. We both attended the same church and I felt split apart. I was a dorky kid with curly hair and nerdy glasses. I suffered from social anxiety and I didn't know how to spark conversations with anyone—especially you. Little did I know of the adventures and pain we would go through. Little did I know of the laughs and the crying. Little did I know, I was going to learn what it felt like to live.
By Noah Hunter8 years ago in Humans
It Is Almost 2 a.m. as I Write This
It is almost 2 a.m. as I write this. I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. In two hours my twin flame will awaken. Soon thereafter, he will be on his way back home. Stan's home is in Texas. I live in Florida. Being with Stan feels like home for me. He is what I've wanted to call home for over three decades.
By Tammy Soley8 years ago in Humans
Six Years of Waiting
A lot of people consider crushes we have at the age of eleven to be ridiculous. But we've all experienced it. In my case, it was the stereotypical "new guy at school" crush. I was in my last year of primary school, and a new boy joined, an American boy for that matter. Being a shy and pretty unsocial kid, I'd never come face-to-face with an American person before, so when this unicorn of a boy turned up at my basic British school, I was fascinated.
By Josie Shaw8 years ago in Humans
The Mindset of Cheating
So this is something that has been on my mind for a while now. The reason why is because I knew somebody who had cheated on her husband with two different men. When she told me, I was blown away by it, and I asked her, "why are you cheating on him?"
By Howard Mccoo8 years ago in Humans
Survival
I don’t think that I believe in a specific god. Or rather, I believe that there is potential for some sort of higher power to have created humanity and the universe, but I don’t believe nor follow the set of rules laid before us in a certain religion. Why does a man who’s been dead for thousands of years have the authority to dictate who we can and cannot love? Why do we have to follow commandments that were enacted at the very beginning of humanity? What religion is so progressive that it has been able to adapt to centuries of change amongst the human race? And I for one, certainly have very little to thank the heavens above for. Why should I be grateful for an eternal sickness for which there is no cure? For permanent suffering, for emotional scars, for a hatred nothing short of rooted in my being?
By Ellie Williams8 years ago in Humans
Bailey Evans
I am in love. And she, is in love with someone else. We are just friends. I don’t know which one of these is worse. She’s got a wall in her room dedicated to boy bands and Polaroids from concerts. She collects movies and Rolling Stones magazines. When you walk into her room, there’s always a distant buzz from her record player and it smells faintly of cinnamon.
By R.K. James8 years ago in Humans
My Boyfriend and I Got Matching Tattoos
Getting matching tattoos with someone is a risky business. Whether it's a family member, a friend, or a significant other, there's always a chance that you and that person could sever ties, leaving you both with a permanent mark that reminds you of happier days.
By Mikayla Walker8 years ago in Humans
West's Valentine
West's Valentine Part 1 Her shiny pastel-pink hair shimmered underneath the dark, blue sky as I reached for her hand. Her eyes swallowed my soul into their mossy abyss. These were just a few things I had fallen in love with before actually getting to know why she decided to stick with pastel pink or how many other natural and unnatural hair colors she had endured before settling on it. They existed before I found out the way her dark, green irises spilled secrets she had tried so desperately to keep locked away. This was before I found out our love would soon drive both of us mad. I don’t mean the kind of mad where at the end of a story, the character ends up in a mental hospital because of an actual illness. Neither of us had illnesses. At least not the kind we usually think about, but we were sick. We were sick of each other, of everything around us, and most of all of our love. Our love drove us to do things we would have never thought to do back when I barely knew her name and she never remembered mine. However, even then I was in love with her. Her name is Val; short for Valentine. She was born on Valentine's Day and, I guess, her parents thought they were being clever, but she hated it.
By Angel Berdan8 years ago in Humans
