love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Is it love or lust?
.When starting a relationship we have to ask one's self is this what we really want in a relationship being with a person that we think we care for and they not feeling the same way that we feel. A lot of us have dreams and high expectations for the person that we so call fall in love with but at the same time are they really in love with us. Sometimes we look at our partner and say we love them because of the attention that they show us. Other wtimes we create what we want life to be for us in our own .minds . People forget where they come from when they find this somebody special until that someone special shows them something different. Loving a person is very different from lusting , lusting allows us to act out on feelings and different actions the main action being seductive and sexual cause that's usually where lusting starts at anyway. Lusting makes the mind t hink that someone really loves them but in reality it's all based on attractions and seductive ways . Lusting for a person will send mix signals everytime. A lot of us mistake lust for love a ll the time. Till our hearts becomes broken behind it. Lust feels so much like love till it's almost unrecognizable to your feelings and the naked eye. Lust will have us thinking love exist for us in someone who really doesn't give a dam about you or your feelings they just love the sexual experiences that they both share. Love on the other hand teaches us about certain sexual experiences as well as emotional feelings. Love holds a bond way more deeper than lust love expresses t he way one feels about a person where lust is built off temptation and manipulative love. Love is a place where anything that is related to it makes your soul feel so full of life and your heart speaks even when your mind doesn't want to talk. Lust only speaks when it's being tempted with or by someone who is into conning others for their own pleasures. Love is something that people really need to look into when it comes to relationships between two people. Love doesn't hurt all t he time it actually teaches and instructs the true identity of love being shared by two people who are truly bond by each other.
By Paula Baker7 years ago in Humans
Is it Love or Lust?
I remember hearing as a teenager that I was just in 'heat' as a reference to me liking a person. I remember the terms, puppy love and smitten. I even remember the word that I still use to this day, crush. (I have a crush on someone right now if we're being honest)
By Tanaine Jenkins7 years ago in Humans
Love
Love - one of the most complicated feelings throughout society. It is filled with so many emotions but the main feeling which the most unexplainable is the willingness to do anything for that person you love. When you find that one person to love and to call your soulmate. It not only changes the way you feel but also changes the way you see the world and others. Wanting that one person to notice the changes and impact they have had on your life just from that one feeling called - LOVE.
By Tilly Fejo7 years ago in Humans
Aisle 10
Four years ago, we made a promise to each other that we would meet in aisle ten. The location? At one of my favourite stores, in one of his favourite malls and the decision to do this felt so right at the time. We had agreed to meet in the morning at 10am, I checked the time for the 100th time this morning. I'd rushed out of bed this morning, I couldn't sleep much at all last night. I was too busy thinking about meeting him again, it's been such a long time since I last saw him or even spoke to him. I hadn't even reached out to confirm that we were still meeting, I knew deep down that there was a chance that he may have already forgotten about me and perhaps he had moved on for good in the last four years that we had cut ties from each other.
By Miriama Ariana7 years ago in Humans
Her Shadows
No matter where she went, no matter what she did - they always seemed to follow her. Down the darkest of all alleys at night, under the emotionless sweet sunlight. They always seemed so amused by her. Her regrets following her around like a lost puppy. She had nothing to lose and nothing to sacrifice. She had burdened herself with the fate; the emotionless gaze in her eyes set before her like no other. She used to hate waking up every morning to drink her tea near the beach by the sand. Until it hit her one day that she needn’t worry about no others. She was destined to be faught with. She was an abyss of silently creeping pencil crayons made from soft pastels of oils and crayons with rubesque colors were her favorite thing to do art with. She loved the mess he left her every morning before he headed to work. Working a full time job in the business industry he always made ends meet for her, they did their shopping together, ate together, did laundry and slept together as any ordinary couple would, they were quite happy together. Up until she was about 18, she hadn’t had any other love on the planet. She kept his name and voice a hidden predisposed arrangement that nobody needed to know. She secretly cried when he was away at work. Most likely cheating with escorts and drinking beer and drafts with his fellow colleagues. She felt she needed him. Like if she hadn’t had him she would probably just get subtle depressed and worry. He trained her, taught her things that she didn’t really need to know. Like how to stack a brick, and how to entertain when his guests were around. She gave him every aptitude she had- and he loved her gracefully and peacefully and like nothing could ever make him move away. She breathed deeply, sighed and took a rest whenever he paused at her. They had just begun their romance back in April of 1995. 24 years later, briskfully awaiting an occurrence towards one another. Peacefully arranging all of their wedding notes and keeping travel their main goal for saving. Without another mate or friend to bother them. She wanted to sleep with him and only him. She feared he cheat and Never let her know his true feelings. She wait patiently for him to get off work. They definitely were not ready for a baby yet. Mid-month struggles like which new laundry detergent or coffee flavor really bothered them. They wanted the sacred bliss and for-thought awakening of a crystal clear patience and brought a brisk moment of silence between the two. They were Inlove. Never to be worried about others opinions. She wanted to make him her king; always doing what he wanted to make him happy. She wanted to worship him.
By Vanilla Bean Donner7 years ago in Humans
Mirror
Tracing his finger down his arm gently, Edward glanced over to his wife who sat up, her back pressed against the wooden headboard that had been knocked together by the pair the previous day. Her mouth was moving lightly as her eyes scanned her newly purchased copy of Peter Pan by J.M Barrie. A smile spread on her lips, a small chuckled escaping them every so often. Edward's eyes travelled over her body taking in all of her natural beauty. Her fair hair was tied up in rags like shoelaces so that her hair would curl, her pale skin was basking in the sunlight that protruded through the small crack in the large draping curtains. Her bright blue eyes matched her nightgown that hung loosely over hr body. To say that Edward was in love would be an understatement. She was the apple to his eye- his one and only. Elsie Hallow née Windsor was his world and would be until death do they part.
By Bella Higgins7 years ago in Humans
Loving From Afar
Five years ago, I met the man that held the key to my heart. He wouldn't be the man I would marry, but he would be the man that I would love for the rest of my life. I loved this man whole heartedly; even after he left me for someone else, had me try to get them back together, and even after he went back to prison. I stood by his side even when I didn't agree with it, because that's what you do for the people you love. However, it's when you realize that they will never love you the same is when the game changes.
By Lizzie Brooks7 years ago in Humans
School Yard Love (To P.B.)
Dear P.B. - The truth is, you have no idea, but you’ve got me so messed up. It’s been 11 years since we were friends in the sixth grade, and I’ve still never gotten over you. I know how crazy you probably think that is, because I know how crazy I think it is as I’m here writing it, but it’s the honest-to-god truth.
By The Couch Poet7 years ago in Humans
One Eternal Moment
Saturday morning. Sometime in the late 90s. Couldn't tell you what time it was—I hadn't yet learned how to read time. I only knew of now, the past, and the future. I was probably 6 years old. It was morning, the sun was glowing all over my room as it always did when every magic weekend arrived. I climbed out of the top bunk of my bed and in my Little Mermaid nightgown, tip-toed into the living room. No one was ever awake at this time. It was sacred. Just me and the TV. I reached for several VHS tapes and created a sacrosanct line-up of things only my eyes would see in these wee sunlit hours before the alarms would begin to ring. I only wanted moments. Simple scenes and blips from some visual masterpieces. Annie: Just had to grab the scene where they go to the movies and watch Camille dying in her lover's arms. The Swan Princess: Must watch the scene where the heroine also dies, except this time she's saved by the prince and is brought back to life. Anastasia: Absolutely necessary to watch her save her potentially dead lover and then bring him back to life by kicking Russian butt. And lastly, the most hallowed of all footage...my parent's wedding video: No ifs, ands, or buts, their wedding intro always had to be included.
By CHELSEA CRISTOFFOR7 years ago in Humans
