Love can be seen in many different ways for many different people. Though, the internet states it as an intense feeling of deep affection. That is plain, boring, and does not really branch off of what love is. Love is when butterflies erupt, or a face brightens at the mention of someone's name. Love is when two people have a mutual respect for each other and they want to give them everything they can possibly give.…
True love is emotion and passion. True love is when two individuals see each other and never want to leave each other. True love is a feeling of love every time one sees or even thinks of his or her soul mate.…
It was about 11:00am eastern time, it was warm out so I want to say maybe mid July early August. I was at work kicking it in the fitting room when I heard someone calling my name over the walkie stating that I had a phone call. Once confirming the message I hesitated before answering for I thought to myself who could this be calling me at work and not on my cell. I prayed it wasn’t some crazy customer asking me to pull outfits for them. I answered with a sigh of relief it turned out to be my boy Nahom. I was relieved but perplexed. “Yo” he said I’m out, “Out” ? I replied Out he said, “I’m in Philly” “Philly” ? I replied “Yes Philly” he said last night, I decided to take a chance when I was driving home it just came to me If I ever want to be happy I got to find what truly makes me happy, you know separate myself from everyone and everything focus on me and you know see who make it back in the end“.…
There are many emotions that are not easy to understand, one of the most complicate feeling that have somehow affect people life is love. It is the feeling that almost everyone have experienced. The meaning of love is not only varies between different cultures, which western people tend to focus more on passion than eastern people, but also between different people. Each person may have their own definition of love according to their experience or their own believe. However, according to the Cambridge dictionary, the meaning of love is to have a strong affection for someone, which can be combined with a strong romantic attraction. As seen in the definition, the word love can be use to describe other emotion rather than romantic feeling between…
Love is defined as an intense feeling of deep affection. In Raymond Carver’s, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” the idea of love is discussed from multiple points of view. When you think about love, your definition of love is vastly different from mine or anybody else's. Love is the most powerful emotion you can feel, thus your individual perception as to what love entails is personally fitted to you and nobody can tell you different.…
As far as when you are here, it fluctuates. Why is it my feelings are so strong now and not other times? How is it you are so capable of making me so upset, and its just like, I can't stand to listen to you say most anything. But then its as if I forget about all of that and just, well, love you. I feel so childish, I don't want to have the conversations when I'm 40 in the office starting like, "So do you remember your first love?" I want to say, " I don't have to remember, because I'll be seeing my love tonight." I hate the thought that if I was to tell anyone about this situation and my feelings, and if they're older, that they would say, "Oh, you're still young and you'll get over I. Your emotions are still immature." Its like, am I one of those stupid kids? The ones I look at and am like, damn that's annoying, why can't thy just get over it! Then, its like, I think how much my heart over flows with love for you, then I think about your thoughts on the physical and drugs and know that no matter how great my love is and how much it hurts, that, at least about the physical, I wouldn't and shouldn't and couldn't deal with that. That thought just kills me inside, it screws up my whole trying to get out of the depression thing. I mean, I would just want to make love to you till I couldn't move anymore, then hold you and sleep with you. But how could you trust me again if we were to be together, to think I did that to here, what stops me from doing it to you. I hope I don't crack and read/have you read this too soon and you don't want to see me when you're here. I love…
I was ten years old when the chance of meeting him for the first time appeared out of nowhere. “Why?” I asked myself multiple times and “Why is this happening to me when I finally got the idea that it’s only me and my mom?” I’m not going to lie, I was really afraid that after meeting that stranger I would feel like I needed him. The day of meeting him came abruptly, I can’t describe how nervous I was, and being in a house that wasn’t mine didn’t help. We were at my uncle’s uncomfortable and freezing cold house and the environment felt tense, and that made me feel even more insecure and frightened since I wasn’t in my protective cocoon, my house. The hours went by, and the moment of meeting him came like lightning and next thing I know I had an average height man, in his 30’s standing in front of me. Emotions raising and legs shaking I couldn’t believe it, I looked just…
My mom and I were running late. Not like it was anything new. We were supposed to be in Moulton no later than 5:30, and now it was closer to 6:00. We finally pulled into the apartment complex, where we were supposed to meet this guy, at a little after 6:00. After searching for this guy for a few minutes[->0] and a few phone calls, we assumed that we had missed him. "See Mom, you should have gotten off of work early," I said just as I saw the guy pull into the parking lot. "Hey are you ready to move into your apartment?" asked the guy.After a few minutes of struggling to get the furniture into the apartment, I figured it was the end of the adventure. A few weeks[->1] later, after getting home from work, my mom was telling me that I would never guess who had called her earlier in the day. Not being in a great mood, I just shrugged my shoulders as to suggest that I didn't really care. Then she asked me if I remembered the guy who we had met just a few days before. She told me that he had called to ask her if she wanted to go out one night that coming weekend.…
Voices shouted from the flat screen as my mother turned on her Thai shows, when I noticed I had to do my interview with my father Michael. It was late afternoon and there was no time left to do my interview except for then. My father is tall, mostly always wearing dress clothes. He was sitting at the table eating with his nice dress clothes. My interview was due the next day and I knew I had to do it now or never. I wasted no time and asked if that time was right. He agreed and we went into my room, me sitting on my bed and him laying. The fan was turned on high, so all you could hear was blowing. I caught his attention and started the interview while he was alerted.…
The novelette is entitled First Love. At first, I thought this is some kind of a light-sailing story about a first romance. But I guess I judged the title too early, and realized while reading that it was indeed a depiction of the agonies of an unrequited first love.…
We went to around the same place I saw the homeless man. We went to subway which by the way is one of my favorite places to eat. I got a 6 inch sub while my brother got a 12 inch sub. We got our subs after waiting and the we had a competition of who could tell the worst joke he one because he has the worst humor so yeah than he gave me $100.00 because he said he pushed me into the water and almost killed me so that also happened and then we finished and we got out and we saw that man we saw from yesterday. And I told my brother…
First love, it can make or break you. It’s a love that will live in your heart, remain in your memory, and cherish forever. A person’s first love is powerful because it comes from innocence and naivety. They say nothing is impossible, but I believe forgetting your first love is impossible. It’s impossible to see that person with someone else and not wonder, what if? It’s something you can never forget; every time you see them, your stomach turns and your heart flutters. Whether you miss them or not, it’s a feeling you can’t let go.…
A dictionary defines love as a "warm affection" where affection is defined as love, in which case and first of all, love is not very definable in professional terms. Although, each person may define love differently, it is presumed by most as a strong feeling for and desire to be with someone for our whole life. It is care for that special person and wish for him or her to be happy, but also hope for a mutual love. Thus if to think of it, love is a feeling built on knowledge of that special person, yet love at first sight is a feeling of mere lust because otherwise, how would it be possible to care for that someone and to want him or her to be happy if there's nothing to base our feelings on except the general appearance.…
Mary Jane, she was 17 years young and wasn’t looking for anyone special. She used to be naïve and foolish when she fell for boys in her younger years of growing up. Back when Mary Jane was 13 years old, she was in middle school and had a lot of friends. It was a regular day at school she thought, but oh…was she wrong. That day, a new student had transferred to her school and on the first day there he was in her history class, his name was Peter. She was working on her assignment when her teacher interrupted the class and announced, “Class, we have a new student who’s going to be with us for our 8th grade year!” Mary Jane kept looking at Peter…she thought he was so handsome. He sat in the back next to where she was sitting. All of a sudden, the teacher said that there is going to be a project due in two days and Peter was assigned to be in Mary Jane’s group. “This is it”, she thought. She can finally talk to this mystery guy and get to know him a lot more. So, she asked what his name was and he said, “Peter”, she said her name was Mary Jane. Slowly but surely they started to hang out at school and outside of school together. She introduced him to her friends and they accepted him just as much as her. They were becoming so close to each other... One day during school he asked Mary Jane if he could talk to her. Peter took her to somewhere quiet and stood in front of her and said, “I really like you… and I was wondering if you wanted to go…
Every moment we spent togetherHas touched our lives, our souls foreverThe things that we shared and learnedIs permanent growth that we've earned.The person that I have grown into todayDid not get there by chance, no wayI am who I am partly because of youAnd you are YOU because of me, tooThe changes I seeand what I have learned about meare a response to how we affected our livesand what we discover in each others eyes.It is uncertain if we have to part or one day live together Either way, we have touched our lives forever!No matter what the future will showNo matter what we are told.We are connected on such a deep levelsThat no one can remove that, not even the devil.Our feelings might be different a year from nowBut you are part of me forever somehowA part of me will always be you and a part of you will always be…