May 2016, nice weather, clear skies with a hint of a cool breeze; I was at a friend’s house hanging out with her and her family when I met someone I didn’t know, at the time, would change everything in a matter of weeks. When we met, I was dating someone who my mind and heart were ultimately never sure deserved me; forgive my pretentiousness, for I do not mean to come off as so. Just as predicted, our relationship ended shortly after as it had too many other times before. This left every part of my being vulnerable to the presence of another.
When my love and I met, we started off as any two people do, as friends. We stood in front of the line separating us from being together. Soon we began testing this line’s boundaries; we hung out with friends, never alone, always talking or laughing about something. Whether it was grinning over stupid jokes or agreeing about the songs by our favorite band, we were always discovering more connections by the minute. Then, one evening, we decided to go swimming with two other friends. As it got darker and later my then best friend and I found ourselves hiding for about five minutes under a boat dock, waiting for our friends to convince a local deputy that there was no one swimming; that became the start to our weirdly romantic yet, young and somewhat naive relationship. Although this sounds like an overwritten country song or overplayed young romance movie, it’s clearly real how some relationships start off in strange, unplanned ways.
A few days later we went back to the lake with my father and two brothers. We fished for about an hour or two together and then went swimming again. Later the same day, he came over to the house to hang out and basically spent the entire day together. From the...
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...shared within each other is beyond imagination.
Today, my love and I find ourselves forgiving, learning to forget the negative between the both of us, while growing with hands intertwined by gentle fingers. The horrible set of circumstances with the previous mistake became the main focus of what I inevitably want to avoid with anyone, in any type of setting, situation, or relationship. Instead of a contrived perception of how feelings should be, emotions need to be spontaneous by surfacing naturally. I have found inner peace regardless of what happens in the future; my past experiences in the last four months have equipped me with newfound knowledge concerning self-respect; lastly, I am slowly learning what individual pieces make up who I am by the decisions I make and have made, knowing the difference between wanting and needing, and loving the blessings in my life.
...as the day we married.” (p 23) On the surface, all seems well; however if on looks closer one can see a very sad occurrence-taking place. Most couples who have lasted a goodly time together will not answer the question, “Do you love your spouse like the day you married?” Invariably man and wife will reply, “No, I love him/her more than the day we married.” Long married couples become closer. Intimacy grows in the physical as the couple’s love proportionally grows all more. The growth is palpable to the individuals within the marriage. Furthermore, as life’s hardships are over come together, the couple’s love will grow exponentially. Welty understands this yet chooses a different path for the Fletchers. Some place in time, either by Mrs. Fletchers pride or by Mr. Fletcher’s inability to deal with confrontation, the growth of which should have taken place will happen.
While there is no such thing as a happily ever after, there is a cycle of stages that turned my relationship into a stronger connection. Our path taught us how to improve through the relationship stages reaching new levels of involvement and intimacy through difficult times. Others might see the dips of the roller coaster as reason to terminate rather than repair what they once had. True growth requires us to use the low points as a way to better appreciate the high points of our new reality. Continuing our relationship still today, we learn to cooperate through listening and receiving before responding in a harsh tone. Knapp’s cycle continues on a course headed towards repair or termination and John and I now work through our issues in a calm and rational way because learned through each difficult time.
This is a story of overcoming not only society’s high expectations of marriage and love, but overcoming your own ideas to find true, romantic happiness.
It was a bright sunny day and the lake looked like glass, perfect to go water skiing. My dad, brother, and I decided to go get the boat ready for our trip. We had to get the sunscreen, refreshments, and water skis. Once we all got in the boat, we had to untie the ropes that were tied to the boat and the dock and lead the boat out of the dock without it colliding into the dock..
my life as it has. Whether it’s all the friendships that I’ve formed, the lessons I’ve learned from
I know that there is no such thing as the perfect guy because no one is perfect, but I hope to find a guy who could erase all my doubts. Even though I am still a bit nervous, I learned from the mistakes my parents made and what I can do to avoid situations like theirs. The fantasy I had about my future wedding partially lives on, but with a more reality based twist. I know that just because my parents struggled does not mean I am bound to as well. I survived the storm and from it emerged the young lady I am today. Good things can come from a little rain after
Initial contact came the moment he caught my eye during cross-country. I perceived immediate attraction and my friends began referring to him as Paige’s crush. Similarity of interests connected us and provided opportunities for interactional contact through high school soccer. The relationship developed from afar as we watched and learned about each other through the proximity of our neighborhoods, living only a mile apart. Exhilarating, heart-pumping rushes of emotion overwhelmed me each time John called. Showing Interest, John pursued me and wanted to spend time together. Our personalities meshed. Uncontrollable Duchenne smiles took over when I saw or thought about him. Team dinners required no need to speak because our nonverbal communication and eye contact said it all, demonstrated by winks and silly faces. By the end of the summer we were bound and officially dating.
Months ago, we decided to give love a try. However, we both were single and not quite planning on sharing feelings, personal biography, issues, our past, and who we were at that time with anyone. Two different worlds just collide in one night. We both had a coupl...
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of the car to get ready for the picnic, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.
...saw that bad experiences in life should not turn you into a cold person and allow your heart to become guarded.
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....
The idea of meeting someone special for the first time is always portrayed as the most beautifully fated incident whether in books or movies. When I met my best friend for the first time, we didn’t bump into each other with papers from our books flying majestically in the air and we didn’t have a staring contest in the middle of a crowded hallway. We also certainly didn’t think we would end up being friends, let alone inseparably close to each other.
A famous French proverb goes “love brings distance to friendship”, a sad fact most people in the world face. I indeed had experienced a tragic love that made the friendship between the love of my life and me distant. It was one day, when a dramatic moment of refusal happened to my confession that made a remote distance between my love and me, which made me promise never to love again.
Relationships, especially close and trusting relationships, are very important for the positive, social and psychological growth of the individuals involved in the relationship. In our world, people in close relationships desire physical contact, emotional support, acceptance, and love. These traits and feelings are part of human nature, and people strive for these types of interpersonal relationships in order to fulfill the void in people’s lives and, above all, to make sense of live through trust, sharing, and caring. During my high school experience, I have met many interesting people in the classroom, as well as in sporting events. I made many new friends in sporting events and during school. Although none of these relationship ever turned into an intimate relationship, each relationship had different turning points. Mark Knapp suggest that interpersonal relationships develop through several stages. My relationship with my best friend, Sisalee, has gone through the coming together stages initiating, experimenting, intensifying, and integrating.
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away.