Another day of just the right touch of cold layered towards me and just the right warmth cushioned beneath me, yes another bed day. The only place where my thoughts endlessly stream like running water passing carefree and careless of what it hits. I thought again and this time I was lost in a loop of thoughts, what if, what is, what is not. The possibilities chased back and forth in my mind like crashing waves against the edge of a cliff. No moment to grasp any real words, just thoughts after thoughts after thoughts. You can call it daydreaming or whatever fancy word you find, but I call it home.
When you hear love what do you think about? Most people imagine romantic love. Between a man and a woman, a woman and woman, a man and man, what have you.
Before you answer my question raised in the title, let's talk about love. You may immediately cite a definition from a dictionary, a philosopher, a love and relationship coach, or even from your favorite movie quotes. Because it is an abstract concept that can be described from many external sources, it is easier for a person to absorb and recite a well-phrased and ready-made definition than to truly ask what he/she needs pertaining to love. It is easier for the media to gloss over love and dating life and feed you with an exciting journey of courtship and exciting dating ideas. It is an intuitive path to grow up and immerse oneself in what is labeled as "love" without taking a second to see whether it can benefit your physical and mental health for a long run. The thing is, love is so personal since one who born with his/her own ego and persona would need it for different reasons. It is those reasons that guide your conclusion to my question above and urge your decisions once you accept to be someone's exclusive girlfriend or boyfriend. Highlighting that claim is really important as you will know how many "eggs" or values you are capable of offering in a relationship, or in other words, know how much you can invest (and/or risk). That heads-up prevents you from being swayed by any trendy dating apps calling you to pile up your potential spouses or experienced flirters no matter what phase you are in a relationship. Let's see which scenarios resonate most with your needs and evaluate whether a Yes or No to my question above will satisfy you, in the end.
The art of a relationship comes in many forms. The heart is a masterpiece that should be admired by the painter, adorned like jewelry and valued at such a price, that the reward would be high for its return. Just like a valuable piece of artwork created by only one artist that it has to be put on display at the museum. You must take great pride in your work to reap the benefits.
I keep finding myself at a crossroad. I'm at a critical point in my life where I need to figure out what's most important to me: finding the love of my life or pursue a career doing what I love, which is writing.
That is what happened to me. My heart kept on braking. The last two times, it was the worst for me, and my heart was completely shattered. I knew I couldn’t give women another chance, ever again. The first woman, I met in 2006, but I didn't get to know her until many years later, when her relationship with Janice was about to end. It ended, a few years later, just as I thought. However, Cynthia never gave me the time of day. She was much too busy counting all the stars, so she missed out on the moon.
When you decide you no longer love her with that deep aching longing, go where the wildest flowers grow on the hillside because that's where you will always remember me. I will be waiting for you...
I feel like I’ve forgotten I’m outside. It’s almost as if the air isn’t there and it should be. There’s a warm drift. A light blow. Time? I’ll check that later. That includes my breath, because John is about to kiss me. His lips look like they're made of candy crushed velvet, and they're edging towards mine. There’s no feel or even weight felt between our lips. John was white skinned, English—quarter Caribbean, tall-ish as he just managed to Umbrella over me. His stocky build brought a warm coat over us despite no rain, it was a perfect day actually. He had a naturally sexy physique. But he developed that whilst he spent time in prison before we met. A crime we never discussed in detail. But all's well that ends well, as you'll grow to understand just as I did... We suited very well, and if I'd have fell pregnant our kids would have been the most beautiful. But, he booted me well and truly...
I am a 26 year old sub-urban 'kid' from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada. I haven't had a lot relationships growing up. A lot of my 'firsts' have been in my 20s, including: having a close group of friends, a sudden loss of friendships, that unspoken moment of growth when reality hits you in your teens (that also happened in my mid 20s).
There was a quote that resonated with me since the time I had seen it, that went something like, “I have given up on love plenty of times, but love has never given up on me.” Ville Vallo from HIM, a Finnish rock band, is credited with that inspirational statement. For the longest time, I had given up on love too. I was certain that I would never meet a single person who loved me in the way I loved them—wholly, passionately, and without doubt. After having been in a few abusive relationships and experiencing sexual harassment and abuse, I declared to myself that I was done.