I've been feeling pretty emotional lately. My life is off balance as of now and I really don't know what to do anymore. I don't even know whether this will be a long post or a short one. I'll just let my words bring me away. I cry too much. I love too much. I can't really seem to stop these feelings. I wake up every day at 2 a.m. because I missed him too much. But he is too far away for me to have a whiff of his scent, too far away for me to touch his warm skin and too far away for him to lull me back to sleep with his warmth. So I have to settle for my teddy, Bae. I hug Bae tightly and put my head underneath it's snout, trying seek comfort. But obviously, i found none. So I just have to stare wide eyed at the white ceiling waiting for the tiredness to wash over me. As I wake up from my light slumber every morning, I will be shivering due to the coldness. Bae's cotton body can't keep me warm. I long for "his" body heat to radiate towards me. I get through half the day with my usual routine. At 3 PM is when I miss him most after 2 AM. I wonder whether he's eating well. I wonder wh...
Hi, it’s me again. I have struggled with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts for the past two years. I have had so many bad times but a good time to go with all of them. I have had three rules that I have always looked to when I am feeling down or hopeless. The first one is that no one expects you to be perfect and that everyone makes mistakes. The second rule I look to is that don’t say you’re fine when you’re really not. My last rule I always look to is that one day, everything will be alright.
There I am lying, I am awoken by a bright shimmering, yet quite bothering light, I slide to my right to find my angelic husband Demetrious, he was breathing softly and faintly, I wrap my arm around him onto his buff body, and his eyes stare at me gracefully, I come to acceptance and find myself thinking how this happened, from hopeless back then, to happiest I could be, and all because of one man, he made me feel gloomy like when we first met, his eyes would affectionately stare deep into your eyes. His bright personality brightened up my day, that one special day, the most beautiful day of day, it was a sunny, warm yet quite balanced day, everything was going normally, then carelessly out the corner he came, Demetrious, and one problem was that he liked my hearty, hysterical good friend Hermia. Hermia had a generous and gentle personality, she had beautiful eyes and I was very fondly jealous of her, she got all the cute, boys that I always admired, yet one day things unexpectedly turned the other way around.
Love is what made poetry famous. Everyone from Shakespeare with his sonnets to children with their red roses use poetry to express love. Love is the filling in poetry’s pie, the melody in its symphony, and the pregnancy scare in its soap-opera. In Dante's opinion, not only poetry, but everything is composed of love:
When given an assignment in love I presumed that it wouldn 't be difficult to understand. Yet love is so complex it has different meaning and it can be said in different tones which give it a stronger or lesser effect. Love is defined as strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties, but it can also be defined as attraction based on sexual desire. So to find the different views on how love is portrayed I used several sources to help narrow down the true meaning of love. The goal was not only to get several sources, but also to get several age groups so my first source is an interview I had with my grandparents. My grandparents have been married for sixty years so I assumed they would have an interesting interview. I then
Perpetually, one of the main supreme lies from hell occurs regarding the term ‘making love;’ which in truth, the majority of people happen to persist in performing a ‘sex act’ and in reality has nothing whatsoever to do with love! For without a doubt, this assuming position exists as a disgrace to use lustful sex with God’s name of LOVE, appearing to exist in the same league. Unknowingly, countless people live and die under the false illusion of love, such as the story concerning my best friend Marcy; which died from cervical cancer. Emphatically, the ordeal devastated me and remains one of the greatest heartbreaks of my life. The doctor said the type of malignancy she had acquired persisted as basically AIDS; which occurred from having a
I know he's still there, he'll always be there somewhere but the absence I feel is loss, the grief I feel is comparable to death, maybe someday the love I feel will be noting more than remnants, a vague deja vu but time will never change the
Blind love can be a hurtful experience, or one that is misleading. One example of blind love is being in love with someone who will provoke you into doing things you would not normally do. While most people have certain standards which they live by, being in love with someone to the point that they influence you to go against what you believe in is a result of blind love.
I am jarred out of a relaxing sleep by a voice yelling my name in a loud whisper, and a light burning through my eyelids. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my father standing in the doorway to my messy room. He tells me that I need to get going, that it is 3:00 a.m., and I'm burning daylight. I find my clothes and get dressed. The whole time I wonder why I get up this early to visit the rugged outdoors. I want to go back to bed, but I know my dad will be back in to make sure I am getting ready, in a little bit. Instead, I put my boots and my wide-brimmed, black cowboy hat on, and walked out to catch the horses. The horses are all excited because it is dark and they are not that cooperative. My dad and I get them saddled and in the trailer, and go back into the house to get our lunch, water, and a cup of coffee. Now, we can head for the high country.
As I opened my eyes, I saw him laying there, still sleeping and exploring his deepest thoughts. The brisk morning air nibbled at my nose as the sun, just rising over the mountains, warmed my body. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over at me with a smile. As he stroked the side of my face with his gentle hand, I felt this chocolate colored skin melt over me. After laying there holding each other in perfect silence, we decided to put our clothes on and go for a morning hike.
The Definition of Love Love by definition is an emotion explored in philosophy, religion, and literature, often as either romantic love, the fraternal love of others, or the love of God based on the definition found in The Encarta Encyclopedia. As I explored the definitions through the Internet, books, and articles, I noticed the definitions changed quite a bit, but yet had the same basic understanding. The definition I found in The Encarta Encyclopedia is probably the most simple and most basic. It refers to love in the whole aspect, which is Godly, fraternal, and romantic. All of which can only be defined by one word and that is love.
Love is not a god as the fine philosophers of Greece once suggested. Love is something far more powerful and universal, for not all people believe in gods, yet people cannot refuse the existence of love. Instead, love is a condition of the human body that cannot be denied. True love is obstinate; in the way that music pours into the ears of an audience, love pouring into the heart of a man cannot be stopped, denied, or set off course. Love is a natural instinct. You cannot artificially make love where there is none or where it does not belong. Yet, the condition of being in love grows independent of all rationale. It grows places where an observer may not understand its existence. Attempting to fight love in such a situation leaves even powerful and noble families, such as the Capulets and Montagues, suddenly powerless. When love takes control of two souls, it takes the lovers on a journey. The journey is the growth of love throughout its many progressive stages. In this way, the growth of love between two people is analogous to the growth and development of a painted masterpiece. A work of art and a bond of love both have distinct stages and characteristics. A painting initially begins with a vision in the mind of the artist. This vision is a perfect vision that the artist will strive to replicate on her canvas. Similarly, love often begins on a visual level based on the physical attractions between two people. The vision of the painter is soon transformed into quick, loose sketches. The pencil freely marks the page; the artist has no control over where it goes, he merely paints. Similarly, lovers have no control over their new feeling of love that has taken over their bodies and rendered them helpless. After an artist has loos...
Love is everywhere. Anthropologists studied romantic love in societies and found evidence of it in 170 societies. In fact, they have not found a society that didn’t have romantic love. Dr. Helen Fisher, an anthropologist and human behavior researcher, relates romantic love to somebody camping in your head. Lisa Kudrow, as Phoebe from Friends, relates love to “a work of art.” While poet Ralph Waldo Emerson relates love to a hunter. Whichever spectrum you fall on or between, love effects all of us in life altering ways. In fact, according to a twitter survey that 891 people participated in, when asked if love affects them more behaviorally, emotionally, physically, or psychologically; 48% chose emotionally. Meaning that 427/891 people are
What exactly is love? Is there an absolute meaning to the word - love? Or is it purely subjective? The concept of true love is what we search for all our lives. Yet love is one of the most misunderstood concepts of all. What people really want more than anything else is to be loved unconditionally; to be accepted for who we are, and still be loved. Sometimes we will do some crazy things, "in the name of love."
It’s been a long time since I last wrote a letter for Douglas. He was really a special crush. My crush when I first set foot in Mindanao, from high school through early college years. For treasuring him that long, it was inevitable for a special place in my heart to be created for him. I remembered putting initials of letter “D” to some of my things just to show how much I claim him to be part of my life already. I remember how ecstatic I am every time I see him come home, we were neighbors before. And as I always say, our house were very close—only a row of plants separating both, its impossible we won’t get closer too. He was the most handsome man in my world and my exclusive crush for four years. But of course, when I went to college there were other handsome men (and they were really gorgeous) so Douglas no longer held an elite spot. It was shared but he was still the original crush and counting. That’s about another eight years. Now I am in late 20’s and the special spot hidden somewhere in my heart started crying out months ago. And for all the busyness I have, it’s only now I am able to listen well to its weeping. Its crying because it knows it has to go and give up the spot to that special place in my heart where God is tidying and preparing for what we fondly call “God’s will”. See, God made something happen that now forces me to eradicate the spot. Douglas got married last 2005 to a girl from Manila. God allowed it to happen even if He knows that Douglas would surely cry if he knew how much I have treasured him in my heart for more than a decade! I can’t help but think of “shit” when I think of how much I wasted this special spot, special place in my heart crap. I wince every time I accidentally think of the fact that he is married without even acknowledging just an hour of my decade long devotion. I can’t help but think of how much less that girl deserves Douglas because I was the one waiting and that girl was not even looking out their window to check if Douglas has come home from campus every weekend.
My lungs filled with thick, sticky fog at three o’clock in the morning. It made the morning look vile and shivering. My hands were cold as ice. I am just about to get in my boyfriend’s blue jetta. I had a feeling in my stomach that I shouldn’t have got in his car. Of coarse I denied my self-conscious. Drugs and alcohol are flowing through our tired bodies. I was so eager to get into my warm bed. My friend Kyle had to work in a couple of hours so I told him that we would give him a ride home. I sensed his jealousy escalating as soon as he started to drive. I decided to ignore him and that seemed to make the moment worst. As soon as we dropped off our friend Kyle he accelerated at full speed toward our next destination. At one point I became a victim of his anxiety. I didn’t know what to expect next. As he parked his car on the side of the road he yelled at me to leave his car at once. I refused.