Rain drops pelted down against the window, and gale howled soon after. She had just awakened from a long sleep to a foggy, bleak afternoon. She didn't like feeling lonely in those instants. If only she could go back to sleep, impervious to the wailing of the sirens and the rustling of the trees. She thought about a boy, an ostensible friend of hers. She often thought about him during the day but chose to disregard what that could mean and thought of him merely as her friend.
Her friend had a childish grin, an inscrutable stare, and a penchant for sexual tension. She enjoyed speaking with him. They had discordant views on every topic but love and found themselves in their idealism. He loved summer, the stars, the sea. Frankly, she found his preferences trite and sometimes pondered the nature of their relationship, what it was that made her so inconveniently drawn to him.
She had met him on a warm June night. She knew who he was. He was pleasantly inebriated. When she had heard about him, she underestimated his charm. Now, he had a lover, so they became friends. They met several times that summer. She found his company reassuring, and she liked to believe that despite their differences, they fundamentally understood one another. Sometimes, she could almost sense the idea of them together oozing into his mind before slowly ebbing away, leaving only the subtleties of coy smiles and the exactitude of unequivocal words to take its place.
It was still raining heavily outside. Dusk washed away the last remnants of daylight, and a visceral melancholy flooded her chest. Maybe it was the sullen skies, or maybe she was in love.
Rain drops pelted down against the window, and gale howled soon after. She had just awakened from a long...
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... sometimes pondered the nature of their relationship, what it was that made her so inconveniently drawn to him.
She had met him on a warm June night. She knew who he was. He was pleasantly inebriated. When she had heard about him, she underestimated his charm. Now, he had a lover, so they became friends. They met several times that summer. She found his company reassuring, and she liked to believe that despite their differences, they fundamentally understood one another. Sometimes, she could almost sense the idea of them together oozing into his mind before slowly ebbing away, leaving only the subtleties of coy smiles and the exactitude of unequivocal words to take its place.
It was still raining heavily outside. Dusk washed away the last remnants of daylight, and a visceral melancholy flooded her chest. Maybe it was the sullen skies, or maybe she was in love.
As the story begins, the character of the husband has a negative personality. He lacks compassion, is narrow-minded, and is jealous of his wife’s friendship with a blind man named Robert. His constantly complains that “a blind man in my house was not something [he looked] forward to” (362). The close outside friendship between the narrator’s wife and Robert provokes his insecurities. This friendship has lasted for ten years and during those years, they have exchanged countless tapes regarding experiences they have gone through. Because of this, her husband feels “she [has] told him everything or it so it seemed” (363) about their relationship.
“’The pouring-down rain, the pouring down rain’ –was that what she was saying over and over, like a song?”.
, how it drowns to his attention how much he had longed for his sister/future wife to be. Yet he never felt so lonely whilst within her company. Whether it was the fact that the burning desire driven him away. Or just his sheer highly intelligent curiosity got in the way of settling for second best.
Two individuals, who barely know each other, can have many personal traits in common. For example, Marin and Geraldo are both “young” people who enjoy going to “dances” even though they know “nothing” about each other. Geraldo is basically a nobody to everybody, and Marin is a nobody to Geraldo. Marin was just someone who went to dances, and Geraldo was just some “wetback”, so that means that they were both insignificant on their own levels. Geraldo “wasn't [Marin's] boyfriend or anything like that”. Geraldo and Marin both shared a casual, short relationship. Neither of them saw it necessary to build a strong, long-lasting, serious
First and foremost, many people can attest that when there are serious issues within a relationship the ability to communicate with ease and openness can diminish. Such was the case with Hemingway’s main characters. The American man and the girl immediately display a relationship with distance. The first object of conversation when they arrive to the station is what to drink. As a woman brings their drinks out she observes that, instead of looking at the American or conversing with him, the girl is looking off at the hill line. Moreover, when the couple does speak they are merely talking versus communicating. Lori Gordon opened her article on the art of relationships with this statement, “Confusion. Hurt. Silence. Missed opportunity. It is one of the ironies of modern life that many couples today are living together as complete strangers”(Intimacy: The Art of Relationships). Gordon is referring to how couples begin to withdraw emotionally from the relationship and into other activities; which, is evident in ...
We were now at the bus stop. The sun had replenished and the sky full of glee. There was trail next to the bus stop, she started walking through it. The trees intertwined like arches and the shadows created an ominous feeling. As she walked through the forest, her whole body had a calm aura.
As the time passed, it was clear to both of them that their relationship will not turn into a sexual one, but into something much more profound. He did not want it to be compromised by carnality. The urgent appetite they felt for each other could not be satisfied by mere adhesion to lust. They had to deal with their souls, hearts and minds, as well as their bodies.
Author, Alain de Botton once said, “Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that's ok with them” (Intimacy). Relationships are founded on an understanding and connection found between two people. Intimacy is often treated as a should be hidden away aspect of relationships. Alan Gillis and Vona Groarke use their poetry to tell the struggles and triumphs of everyday relationships. Both of them do not shy away from portraying the natural and mundane acts that occur in life such as describing the romance and intimacy between people. However, both of them choose to portray romantic intimacy in their own way. In their poetry, Alan Gillis portrays romantic intimacy directly and Vona Groarke depicts romantic intimacy
...arate occasions; first time in the late nineties, as a betrothed, migrating temporarily to the western state; second time four years later, a ring added, and everything else the same. She lured me into her sensuous web with promises of heathen desire. Now U2 plays and other memories from my teens and early twenties come as I race across streets, bang on cars, rush to join a crowd that I no longer see, so keen and now … different. The girl, English accent, cute in my shirt, stands on the front porch after one of the many sexual expeditions, a relationship based on sex, drunken sex, never sober, and I have the customary cigarette while two other friends sit inside my shadowy glow. They feel my passion, or the remnants.
Given our relatively short acquaintance, it startled me that I could read his face so transparently. But in the few months since Nancy and I had moved into our still unfinished house, Fred had become more than just a next door neighbor. Oh, we certainly had our differences. Fred was old enough to be my father, and our personalities were as far apart as our ages. He was always teasing, playing practical jokes, and smiling quizzically. I was quieter. Compared to Fred, one might say I was comatose. Yet we both seemed to know that we had something in common, something strong.
He meets the ‘she’ who seems disturbed and confused. This makes you’s journey to change into that of romantic affair. This lady here, looks hopeless and what she only wants is intercourse with this man. The lady at a certain leaves in this man’s story. We are made to know that he is a story teller who later discovers his talent.
...ally anything to secure his passion and not even her love for the girl would make him shift or even think of shifting his stand, the conversation brings out the author as a very determined, resolute and down to earth person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goal, this is also brought out through first person narration the author uses this style perfectly well to echo out his perception.
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.
Unfortunately, it was a dark and cold rainy day which made it difficult with the rain soaking our clothes and all of our equipment. But aside from that, the rain didn’t seem to bother me or anyone else for that matter. Instead we had a slight appreciation for the rain, as if it was mimicking the melancholy feeling that we felt. It always seemed as if our camping trip couldn’t come soon enough, and then when it finally did arrive it was as if it was gone too soon. As the rain started to pour down we loaded everything in the car as fast as we could and we gathered ourselves inside. We watched out the back window as we drove away from the campground, seeing it dissipate in the distance. On our ride home we all felt a little nostalgic and talked about favorite memories of the trip and what we’d do next year. The drive was about 3 hours away from our house and somewhere along the way I fell asleep on Alicia’s shoulder while listening to Taylor Swift. I remember feeling as if I was still drifting in the soft waves of the water, and the thought of that relaxed me into a peaceful sleep. When I finally arrived at home I rushed into the living room where my parents were waiting on the couch to hear all about the awesome experiences I had on my trip. After that I went into my room to call Alicia, and we stayed on the phone with each other while we marked our calendars together to begin the countdown for our camping trip next