“It's just, a special person has entered my life.” In a flash of a second, the face once filled with distrust and timidity, transformed into an illuminating smile and glistening eyes that anticipated to be seen. His heart felt buoyant to have finally let out the feeling that lived in there, concealed from the rest of the world, more onerous with each minute and day as it dominated over his mind and soul. Something that made his heart pound every time those radiant eyes glanced at him in that gullible way, eyes of a person that desired company and protection. MinSeok wanted to be that protection and the company, he devoted himself to grant it. “Really? How long have you been together for?” As the words reached KyungSoo vigilant ears, his brightened up, knowing that he had a shoulder to lean on; but MinSeok wavered. “We're not together. He's just a friend.” The ambiance tottered, discomfort came as his smile was tattered slowly into the thin air surrounding them, that expeditiously became arduous to breathe in. They remained in stillness until the ice had to broken again. “Hyung, don't you be worrying like that.” The youngest one clutched onto his broad shoulder, guilt displaying on his innocent face, struggling to comfort his friend. “I'm sure that he likes you too. Who wouldn't? But you know what? He has to know you like him too, not everyone is as perceptive. Don't be like that and tell him, you won't regret it.” MinSeok sensed his heart racing a little too rapidly at those words, indubitably persuaded and touched bu the undoubtedly true words. Keeping it all in decidedly haven't made it less perplexing. Everyday, he watched the boy with infatuated eyes and wished he noticed the gleam on his face whenever he smiles, speaks... ... middle of paper ... ... “YiXing ah, are you ok?” He nudged his arm, but he was secluded in his own thoughts, so MinSeok choose to convulse his contracted muscles. “Yah YiXing, wake up.” The pair of boys appeared remarkably enthralled by their friend's eccentric behavior, particularly KyungSoo who understood the reasoning behind his reaction. At most, that's what he presumed. To regain the absorbed mind, he took the initiative to interlace their fingers together and snapped him out of the reverie, holding firmly onto him. “Let's go, I think you're alive again.” KyungSoo commenced a spiral of very audible giggle, grinning the whole way to the cafe. Lay, on the other hand, kept peering at their touching hands, that passed a torrent of electricity through him every time the other made a minor move. His first love belonged to him and his psyche wouldn't let him regard it as veracity.
“All I need is a little time,” he says, his brown eyes wet and earnest as a cocker spaniel’s. “Kind of a vacation from marriage. A year or two to find myself.”
Everything he says, such as "The first time I walked with a girl, I was twelve", is straightforward and simple, much like childhood love. Children tend to have more pure and simple feelings for one another than adults because their lives are simple and uncomplicated. The tone of the speaker helps the reader comprehend the simple feelings of adolescent love. For his next technique, Gary Soto uses contrasting imagery to portray the feeling of adolescent love.
His heart began to beat faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
He ends the book by stating, “The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.” What does that sentence mean?
"We were together for two and a half years and we have been somewhat on and off for three. We are both hung up on each other. But the distance is too difficult, due to our schedules not allowing us to travel much. Take one look at him and you'll know why I'm still hooked haha. I know he isn't seeing anybody exclusively either. We still talk every day."
The Love Suicides at Amijima recounts the tale of two disastrous sweethearts, Jihei, a wedded unsuccessful vendor of business Osaka, and Koharu, a wonderful mistress for whom he has gotten a lethally exceptional affection fascination, and from whom his adoration is responded, however an affection which can never be satisfied because of his marriage and family and her obligated status as a paid courtesan. He tries to control his overwhelming energetic affection for Koharu; in fact some portion of him wishes simply to satisfy what society expects of him as a husband and father. Torn between the two restricting universes of obligation (giri) and enthusiastic private craving (ninjo), Jihei is constrained again and again to reject his home and family. Like some other human
...t…Maybe he even likes it. We are not each other’s, anymore. Instead, I am his.”
Love is a concept that has puzzled humanity for centuries. This attachment of one human being to another, not seen as intensely in other organisms, is something people just cannot wrap their heads around easily. So, in an effort to understand, people write their thoughts down. Stories of love, theories of love, memories of love; they all help us come closer to better knowing this emotional bond. One writer in particular, Sei Shōnagon, explains two types of lovers in her essay "A Lover’s Departure": the good and the bad.
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
..." he said looking at me in question. I smile to myself, and replied, "Hopefully, we will meet next time and things will getting better. Good luck, and hope you get better," I said in grand finale, and our time together ended.
SCREAM starts out in the quiet country region of Woodsboro, California. The silence is soon broken by the ringing of a phone coming from the inside of Casey Becker's home. The conversation between Casey and the threatening Voice, eventually leads up to having Casey scared out of her wits and being gutted. Sidney Prescott learns about the murder, and also finds out it was almost as bad as the murder of her mother (Maureen Prescott), which occurred almost a year ago. Randy Meeks, Reporter Gail Weathers, and Deputy Dewey Riley all get mixed up in the story with Sidney. If you want to learn anything else about the movie, go WATCH IT!!!!
"Finally here..." I sighed when I saw the cafe shop in the distance. I tucked my phone back into my jacket pocket and sped up a bit towards it. School had ended just a few minutes ago. After saying goodbye to Lina and Jason, I made my way to the cafe as usual. When I got there, I held the door and waited a few seconds for an old lady to walk in before stepping inside. The heat from the store made me shiver. "Thank you.” the old lady said. I smiled and pulled my hood down. After about 10 minutes of getting raspberry iced tea and conversing with a couple classmates that were there as well, I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor. I looked around before my eyes landed on an empty seat at a table where a boy sat. Hello again… Taking in a breath, I made my way to that table and the empty seat diagonally across from him.
My arms wrap around him in a possessive embrace. Selfish. But I have some right to this. Often he rails against my touch. Yet when he thrusts himself forward to escape, he inevitably falls back into me, limp and exhausted, closer than he was before. He stiffens somewhat within me, yet he also melts. It is as though a battle rages beneath his stony features, an elemental war between control and submission, between education and instinct. Regardless, he never pulls away fr...
"Mmm.." I shifted tiredly in my bed, running a hand along the vanilla-scented satin sheets in search of him, but he was not there.. I opened my weary eyes only to immediately shield them from the blinding rays of the mid-morning sun as they shone through the straw blinds of his beach cabin. My lips curled up into a self-satisfied grin. He had finally brought me there, his own private getaway. He had whisked me, of all women, away, to celebrate his recent success.. but where is he..? My smile quickly faded as I wistfully waited for him to return. One side of me feared that he had only brought me there to use me and that he wouldn't come back for me. The other side, however, was a more optimistic, and expected him to surprise me then carry me away in his strong arms to the ocean side. The salty scent of the ocean entered the room when a small breeze blew in. I could hear the waves through the window and doorway as they rode up onto the sand. I turned over on my to back and the African 'geisha' themed kimono I wore came apart at my bosom, exposing just enough of my endowments to attract the eyes of any man. But there were none.
“He won’t come today, I said him that you sent a massage, you have stuffs to do and you couldn’t meet,” he kissed her one more time, but Eli was faster and slapped him on the cheek and pushed him hard away. “What are you…” he asked with anger but Eli didn’t pay attention to him. She covered herself and looked at me. I didn’t bear it anymore or rather I could move just now. I took advantage of the opportunity and went out of the house. I was confused, it was hard to believe that I felt so much sorrow inside.