All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
The couple faced each other in the living room. He stood, eyes wet, watching her while tears fell freely from her face. Her green eyes were swollen from crying.
Think about words as bottles where we store feelings. For example, there is a Greek word to “bottle” obsessive and selfish love. There’s also a word for that serendipitous chemistry between two human beings. A word for that feeling that triggers endorphins and love chemicals all over our brain.
Gerald, a smartly dressed man with half rimmed glasses, a gold watch on his right wrist, and a brief case full of documents had just left his office at 321 Hemming Drive, a ten-minute walk from the corner of Jefferson Street and Jackson Way. After a long day at work, his tired eyes had a glimmer of hope while he tapped his foot on the concrete waiting for his beloved, Reign. Gerald is an inpatient man. He hemmed and hawed for at least fifteen minutes. The cars kept rolling, the people continued to cross the street in their winter wear, closely huddled together to keep warm. Gerald stared off into the distance hoping that beyond the buildings, Reign would finally appear. Another fifteen minutes went by. Gerald looks at his watch and looks back up. It’s 6:45pm. No sign of Reign. He looks back down at his watch and it begins to snow. At this point, Gerald is concerned.
It is said that the Sun comes and visits the Moon on the wings of a barn owl. They were lovers once, of course, before the Old Gods decided that one had to rule the world of day, and the other rule the world of night.
Fool A person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• A little over two yrs ago I was in this weird situation with a guy. A situation where I kept trying to prove myself worthy. The harder I tried, the more I failed. The more I tried to prove my worth the more I fucked up.
What’s it like to be completely head-over-heels in love? To have a love for the ages; be willing to destroy cities and walk through fire for someone, only to have cities destroyed and seas crossed for you in return? The love we read about in the best of novels, that leave our hearts aching and tears running as we stay up until dawn, unable to leave the world we secretly yearn for. Does that exist, or is it just reserved for the minds of wishful thinkers?
He was 24 and I was 22, we had been engaged for 2 years. I left my Ms degree to join him for his PhD, holding his hand in marriage to face the challenges of life together.
A barn owl swept through the sky; its silhouette, for a moment, blocked out our view of the moon through the skylight. I sighed with the beauty of it all. The night sky was lit up by the moon and stars above our heads. Candlelight flickered on the wood-paneled walls. My lover sighed as she nestled further in my arms.
I accidentally made a sound and she turned her head to look at me, even though she was at least 100m away. She was standing on the side of the road, in the middle of the night pale as a ghost. Her face so round it was nearly heart shaped. Pity that those eyes weren’t nearly as warm, black as obsidian daggers staring at me, daring me to approach her, like she could see all the thoughts running through my mind. I on the other hand saw nothing but her. She was taller than I, tan skin to my pasty white. I walked past her and as our skin was side by side it reminded me of something. I thought she was going to say something so hesitated, but not a sound was uttered and I kept walking past, just wishing that one of those long arms would reach out and stop me from walking away from her ever again.
Before, I write the story, I want to tell you that this is graphic and would like to warn you in advance on the subject. This is not something to be doing, and I recommend if anyone fells like this to get help IMMEDIATELY! There are people out there to help you! I am here, as well. I want to share my story because I have now known that there is more to love than a lonely best friend. I thank you all for reading my content and standing with me through my journey of love and support! <3
Before you read this letter I wrote to me by me, I want you to know that it took a lot of courage to address my pain. I may be notorious to some but I have Been made a new. Nobody can say they know me, for I have changed and you only know of me. I can not be classified with old behaviors and “norms” so I had to allow this to happen with my internal feelings as well. In doing so I have found myself the most insecure I’ve ever been in my adult life. Ironically in that the security that I’m establishing will be one that cannot be wavered and will be strong for lineages to come. I feel confident in myself in ways I never thought I would (I have to praise and affirm myself daily in order to do so, but the point is the feeling.... the security is there). I had to turn inward and really sit with little ol’ me and ask her some very hard questions. Here is part of my apology.
Christopher and Melissa never planned to meet, let alone date, but life has a funny way of bringing people together. They were both heartbroken after their relationships ended. Feeling betrayed and angry, they bonded over their shared pain. But it was only by crazy chance that they were able to do this. Melissa was dating Christopher’s friend Brandon. They weren’t very close, but they did know each other growing up and often hung out at the same events. Christopher had his own girlfriend, Ashley. Melissa had seen her around, but never bothered to speak to her. Until one day when Melissa and Brandon decided to go hang out downtown and saw that Christopher and Ashley were fighting. They were screaming at each other and began approaching Melissa and Brandon’s street until they were right next to them.