Dating
An Artful Love: The Whirlwind Romance of Lily and Jack
In the heart of a bustling city, two young lovers met. Lily and Jack were both students at the same university, and they met in their art history class. They bonded over their shared love of impressionist paintings and soon found themselves inseparable.
By sudha md4 years ago in Confessions
Canvas of Love
Once upon a time in a small picturesque village, there lived a young and vibrant artist named Aisha. Her delicate brush strokes brought life to her canvas, capturing the beauty of nature and the emotions within her heart. Aisha's artwork spoke volumes, yet her own heart longed for a love story that would surpass any masterpiece she had ever created.
By MUHAMMAD HATIM4 years ago in Confessions
Broken love ending
Once there livened a boy named xela he used to get good marks till class 8 and get pass after class 9 he didn't pay attention in his class and he at the end of his class 9 he saw a girl he immediately fell in love with her he used to chat with her daily even the girl knew he deeply loved her but also she use to give green flag signal sometimes and warned the boy attention the boy now was I in his 10 class he was hopeless and always wanted to talk with girl before the exam was held the boy purposed the girl she ran away and had a resting bitch face and said I will say you later and went home after hrs the boy receive the message it was she did you deserve better and don't be sad and left to talk with him
By Alex Pariyar4 years ago in Confessions
Confession
Confessing your love to someone can be one of the most nerve-wracking experiences in life. It takes a lot of courage to open up and reveal your true feelings to someone, especially if you are unsure how they will react. But sometimes, confessing your love can be the beginning of a beautiful romance that can change your life forever.
By Sommie Goretti4 years ago in Confessions
Passing ships
At this very moment, I am a single mother of two girls. I love my daughters with every fiber of my being. That will never change. With that being said though, my life was supposed to be different. I was supposed to be married with a house and two kids: one boy and one girl. I was supposed to be a nurse practitioner.
By Latoya Giles 4 years ago in Confessions
Heart Break
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled in the rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. She was a bright and cheerful soul, always eager to explore the world and see what adventures lay ahead. She was the kind of girl who believed in fairy tales and happy endings, who dreamed of finding true love and living happily ever after.
By 3StonesSE4 years ago in Confessions
The Ultimate Guide to Moving a Mobile Home for Free: Tips and Tricks
Are you dreaming of a new location for your mobile home but worried about the headache and expense of moving it? Well, fear not! We've compiled the ultimate guide to help you move your mobile home for free. From tips on finding the perfect route to tricks for cutting costs on equipment rentals, we've got all the insider knowledge to make your move stress-free and budget-friendly. So please sit back, relax, and show us how to make this exciting transition a breeze.
By Gurugets4 years ago in Confessions
For A Brief Moment
I remember the day we met. I had my kids with me and one of my cousins, she had brought her son too. It had been our first motocross event we had ever gone to. I saw you walking towards us and as we drew closer everything around us just seemed to stop and stand still. I felt like my breath just stopped. It was the most magical feeling I have ever had. Just as I turned around to see you walk by, someone bumped into me and I ended up picking up the unfinished nachos that fell to the floor.
By J.W. Baird4 years ago in Confessions
Teenage me
"One thing I wish I was ever told while growing up as a child was that teenage life was actually the hardest process one would pass through in life, especially when you have just a few people by your side and everything you do just seems perfect in your eyes. My mystery began when I started high school in the year 2014. My whole life literally looked like a movie. I was alone in my own world, no friends to share my problems with, no shoulder to cry on. I became a problem to myself, a threat to myself at a very young age. My grades weren't helping at all. I was just living like a living corpse. The few friends I had weren't the real ones, even if I knew they never meant well for me. I still had no choice but to mingle with them. That was how my life continued until my last year as a junior high school student. I started relating with a lot more people... I even got a boyfriend at the process. It was really good, but I wasn't really comfortable with it at all. It was just as if I was being forced to go into a relationship, so it never actually lasted. I dated the guy for a few months, and everything ended, but we were still friends to date. We still check up on each other, though I have dated two guys after I broke up with him. My friendship with people grew more and more. I made a lot of friends, and I was so glad I did. Life was lonely as hell. After my junior high school year, I graduated and furthered for my senior year immediately. This was actually more fun than ever. I wanted my senior year to be a remarkable one, the school life I would never forget. So, I decided to tell my parents to move me to a boarding school in the same school, by the way. Moving to the boarding house at first was a struggle. I felt it wasn't my kind of place and was looking for all means to fit in. Weeks passed, and I eventually made friends with both my juniors and seniors from the hostel. I became familiar with a few people. It was really a small happy moment and one of the best I spent in my times spent in boarding school. It started going smoothly until one of my seniors decided to set me up with one of his classmates. He was actually the hottest in his class, no cap, and I think I liked him then, though I didn't fall for him first. He made the first move, and I just put in with the flow. It's crazy how I was warned not to get into a relationship with him, but I never listened. I was so naive, and my adolescence was just fooling me around. Little did I know they made a bet on him winning my heart without my notice. I came to know about it after he graduated, and he never actually argued about it when I confronted him. We continued dating, though, 'cos I so much loved him and was planning the future with him. This guy tossed real hard with my emotions few months after he left school. I never heard from him again. It was as if I was the one forcing myself on him. I was the one pushing and trying to make the relationship work. Truth be told, if I had the opportunity to go back in time, I wouldn't have allowed my teenage drama to get hold of me. Each day I regret each moment I accepted the lies he fed me with. I regretted the moments I accepted his numerous apologies honestly. I learnt my lesson the hard way as a teenager. All this lovely story happened when I was fourteen. I went into depression for two good years, waiting for this guy to apologise for what he did but it never happened. My high school experience was a rollercoaster ride, filled with ups and downs, joy, and pain. Looking back, I realize that I was not prepared for the challenges that came with being a teenager. I struggled to fit in, make friends, and deal with the pressures of academics and relationships. During my junior high school year, I felt alone, with no friends to share my problems with or to lean on. My grades were suffering, and I felt like a living corpse. The few friends I had were not genuine, and I knew they did not have my best interests at heart. Despite this, I continued to hang out with them, just to avoid being alone. However, during my senior year, things started looking up. I made new friends, and my social circle grew. I even got into a relationship, but it was short-lived, and I did not feel comfortable in it. Despite this, we remained friends. Moving to the boarding house was a new experience, and at first, I struggled to fit in. However, I eventually made friends and had some of the best times of my high school life. Unfortunately, I fell into a trap set up by a senior who introduced me to a classmate of his. I later found out that they had made a bet on whether he could win my heart or not. I fell hard for him, but the relationship was not what it seemed. He played with my emotions, and it ended a few months after he graduated. I was devastated and fell into depression for two years, waiting for him to come back and apologize. He never did. Looking back, I realize that I allowed myself to be swept up in the drama of teenage relationships. I regret accepting his lies and apologies and wish I had listened to the warnings about him. I learned the hard way that not everyone has good intentions, and some people will play with your heart for their amusement. Today, I find it hard to trust people and have a serious relationship. I worry that someone will hurt me again, and I will fall into the same trap. However, I know that with time and patience, I will find someone who deserves my trust and love.
By Esther Usman4 years ago in Confessions
Forgive And Forget
By: Marlene Affeld If you have been hurt by the words or actions of someone you love, or a person whose opinion you value, you can hold on to resentment, anger, or thoughts of revenge, or you can forgive, release your anger and move ahead with your life. Do you want to be happy or miserable? The choice is yours.
By Marlene Affeld4 years ago in Confessions
It Wasn't Healthy
"It wasn't healthy". Those are the words I've needed to hear for 9 months, the words I keep forgetting. It's so easy to romanticize relationships you're no longer in and so easy to forget all the bad things that they did to you. I realize that now. And I realize that I've known this for how long now and yet I still get sad. Why do I get sad? Sure, I loved him, I know that, and I think he loved me too but like I said, it wasn't healthy. (So why does it matter how I felt about him? Why does it still tear me apart to think about his hand in mine?) Not for me. Not for him. We're coming up on a year and I'm still asked "What happened?" or "How is he?" or "Are you guys still friends?" But my question is, why can't the past be left there? Why can't we let the peace settle? Why does it have to be disturbed? I want to leave him behind, I do, but I'm struggling. I need help. God please help me, I can't do this on my own and that's what I am; on my own. This whole thing has separated me from the ones I love. It's made me question every decision I've ever made. But most importantly, I question the whole "thing", why did I do it? I knew he was a bad idea, I knew I'd regret it. I've definitely learned my lesson, or have I? Am I looking for him in my current friends? In my crushes? In all my relationships? I went through all of it, all the pain and all the suffering, and for what, for a mob of unanswered questions? He is a recurring theme that I'm tired of writing about. He is a season that I want to change. A school year that has lasted too long, I want my break. I need my break. He is a weed that won't die, he's suffocated me, and now I'm a lawn being infiltrated by something so ugly and hateful. I am a flower who can't bloom because I've been robbed of my warmth, of my sunlight by a dark stormy cloud. To live I need the cloud to drift off in the distance and yet it's still so close. I struggle to survive day to day.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
