friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Dear Counselor
Dear Counselor, I know you'll see the humor in that greeting, but it's not completely in jest. We've been through a lot together in the past – what, six years or so? I lose track of time, but you know that. I also tend to wander off-subject, but you know that, too.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Humans
Beyond Love
In the hush of twilight's tender glow, where shadows dance and soft winds blow, I found your gaze—a fleeting spark, a lighthouse shining through the dark. In that moment, the world around us faded, leaving only the warmth of your presence and the electric connection that crackled in the air. Your laughter, like the sweet refrain of a familiar song, lingered in my heart, a melody carried on the gentle rain, reminding me of the beauty that exists in simple moments.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Humans
Love Meets You
Elliott lay in the hospital bed, his body weakened by months of illness that seemed determined to rob him of every ounce of strength. His days had become an endless string of IV drips, clinical checkups, and the smell of antiseptic that lingered in the air. Friends and family came and went, but it was hard to stay hopeful. The nurses were kind, yet he felt like a ghost among the living. Then, one quiet afternoon, a new face appeared—a nurse named Emily. She was young, with gentle eyes and a kindness that seemed to soften the harsh edges of the world around her. Emily brought warmth to Elliott’s room, filling the silence with laughter, stories, and the kind of compassion that made him feel seen. She spent time with him beyond her rounds, sitting beside his bed with her voice lulling him into comfort, her hand warm in his own. They talked about everything—books, travel dreams, the small joys and heartbreaks of life. For the first time in months, Elliott began to feel a glimmer of hope. Their friendship deepened, blossoming into something more as days turned into weeks. Emily became the person Elliott looked forward to every day. Her presence lit up the bleak hospital room, and soon he began to believe he was going to make it—he had to, if only to have more time with her. The nurses noticed a change in him; he was smiling more, talking about his plans once he left the hospital. And finally, one day, the doctors confirmed that he was strong enough to go home. Elliott was overjoyed, and so was Emily. They promised to see each other outside the hospital walls, to go on the adventure they’d talked about on countless afternoons. A few weeks later, Elliott was back on his feet, his health restored. He reached out to Emily, eager to see her, to finally live out their dreams. But days turned into weeks with no response. His texts went unanswered, and his calls went to voicemail. Finally, he received a call—not from Emily, but from one of her coworkers. The news hit him like a punch to the gut. Emily had fallen ill. It was serious, and she had been admitted to the very same hospital she had once nursed him back to life in. Elliott rushed to the hospital, the memories of his own sickness and the hope she’d given him flooding his mind. He arrived, pleading to see her, but the doctors told him that she was in critical condition and couldn’t receive visitors. Day after day, Elliott waited outside her room, sending messages to the nurses, trying to get any word on her condition. He knew the pain of lying in that bed, helpless and alone, and he wished he could be there to give her the same strength she’d once given him. But one morning, the nurse pulled him aside, her face etched with sadness. Emily had passed away peacefully in the night. Elliott felt his world shatter. The person who had breathed life back into him was gone, and there would be no second chance to tell her how much she had meant to him, no chance to live the life they had dreamed about together. In the weeks that followed, Elliott would often find himself back at the hospital, sitting in the quiet garden where he and Emily had once planned their future. The world felt colder without her, yet he clung to the memory of her kindness, her laughter, and the love she had brought into his life. He knew he was changed, not just because he had survived, but because she had taught him how to live with open eyes and an open heart. Though he would never have the life with her he had imagined, he carried her memory with him as a quiet reminder of a love that had saved him, even if only for a moment. And as he walked through the world she had opened up to him, he knew that she was still with him in every step, her spirit woven into the fabric of his own. In her memory, he vowed to live the life they had dreamed about—full of hope, love, and gratitude for each fleeting, precious day.
By Grace Guise2 years ago in Humans
To My Internet Mums ...
To my internet mums, It seems odd to me that only a few short months ago we were strangers, just part of an online group with a common aim and goal for self-improvement, and somehow … Now you are two of the most important people in my life. I see you as my family, because that is what you have been to me … my internet mums who I love.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Humans
Detox and Revitalize: HydraFacial Magic in Dubai ✨
In Dubai, where the high-energy lifestyle and climate can take a toll on the skin, HydraFacial treatments offer a transformative experience for anyone seeking to detoxify and revitalize their complexion. Known for its instant results and nourishing benefits, HydraFacial combines cutting-edge technology with a soothing experience, making it a sought-after treatment for achieving healthy, glowing skin.
By Momina Abid2 years ago in Humans
Hope For The Future
To all my many wonderful friends through the years, To say I am terrified of what the next four years will bring would be an understatement. However, If one thing has become clear to me it is that even through the most difficult of times a true friend will always be there. Growing up It was hard to make friends and many of the people whom I thought were my friends were only using me. It was not until I came to the Vanguard School that I finally met "my" people. Not everyone at the Vanguard School was my friend but those who were became my friends for life.
By Sean Callaghan2 years ago in Humans
Do you hear me, Papa?
Dear Dad, Remember the day, when you asked me to pray for that withered plant in our garden? I asked you why must I pray. To which, you replied," You are my Daughter, a blessing of God and He would never reject the prayer of an innocent and pure soul like my daughter." That moment I said nothing and did what you said, but all night I stayed awake like a night owl. Wondering, who you are? I knew you were my dad. But my questions were:
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Humans
The Power of Teamwork and Collaboration
In today’s fast-paced, interconnected world, the ability to work well with others has become more essential than ever. Whether in the workplace, academic settings, or community projects, the value of teamwork and collaboration cannot be overstated. From enhancing productivity to fostering innovation, working together has become the cornerstone of success in nearly every field.
By Educational Villa2 years ago in Humans
