love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

  • Carime Paige
    Published 21 days ago
    When There Is No Question He Is THE ONE...

    When There Is No Question He Is THE ONE...

    I literally came home to this gorgeous beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers the Friday before Mother’s Day!! Wow! Totally unexpected and for the first time in my life, a man that I am intimately involved with successfully surprised me! Did I mention that earlier in the week, I slept through our lunch date and he had ordered us a heart-shaped pizza?! And he wasn’t even upset I missed our date! He understands I have a demanding job, even more so now that we are two months into the COVID-19 pandemic, and my exhaustion finally got the best of me...I slept through the alarm that was going to lead to such a romantic night. Well clearly I suck and well clearly, he’s a keeper!
  • Raven Williams
    Published 21 days ago
    Being A Hopeless Romantic

    Being A Hopeless Romantic

    I have been in love with love I believe since I was in the womb. A natural born hopeless romantic if you will. I didn’t ask to be this way, but obviously the love Gods didn’t care how much I felt like I could’ve been better off, without that character flaw. Yes I said character flaw. Now I’m nowhere near being the “I don’t want to love anymore” type, but I won’t lie that feeling washes over me just about everyday. I grew up being a dreamy child, who believed love was candy, flowers, and poetry. And I believe it still is… my favorite romantic film is Loves Jones for God sakes. I became an overcompensator when it came to love, completely genuine, but it didn’t matter. That’s how I knew not everyone deserves what I give and what I see.
  • Adam Eveson
    Published 21 days ago
    Waiting

    Waiting

    He sat in the small café, looking out of the rain covered window at the cold, grey, miserable morning. His mug of tea sat growing cold in front of him. A scattering of crumbs were all that was left of his toast. He could have easily had tea and toast at home, but this café was an escape from the loneliness that his house imprisoned him in. He watched an old lady trying to cross the street. She trod into a big puddle after being overwhelmed by the noise of the heavy traffic. He thought of her as an old lady, but she was probably not far off his own age. It was funny how he still thought of himself as a much younger man. Only his failing body was a constant reminder of the cruel reality behind his false self-image. Old age had crept up on him while he was too busy doing other stuff to notice, and had robbed him of his health and vitality. As he watched a young lady help the elderly lady to cross safely, a song came on the little radio that sat at the end of the café counter. It brought to an end, the monotonous torture of some political debate between the DJ and an arrogant local councillor, of whom he had never heard.
  • Shana Evans
    Published 25 days ago
    Don’t Buy The Lemon

    Don’t Buy The Lemon

    Love is a funny thing. We think we know exactly what we are doing until we realize we don’t. You know, you meet a guy/girl and they seem so perfect. Until the “honeymoon” phase is over and then you realized “what was I thinking”. Some of us are lucky enough to not constantly go through the roller coaster of settling for the face value of a partner. This is for those that are wondering “why do I keep dating losers”?
  • Ashley Beatty-Pernetti
    Published 25 days ago
    An Open Letter to My Husband

    An Open Letter to My Husband

    Before you, I thought it was normal to feel inadequate in a relationship. Before you, I was so used to being spoken to in a condescending tone. Before you, I thought “real love” included putting up with emotional abuse. Before you, I had no idea what “real love” was.
  • Faith Heple
    Published 26 days ago
    I Thought of Kissing You Yesterday

    I Thought of Kissing You Yesterday

    I thought about kissing you today... and yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I’m sure you get the idea. I thought about kissing you. At first, it was by accident. I was daydreaming, my thoughts in the wind, swirling around my curls. Then you sat next to me, my best friend in the whole wide world. You weren’t new, you were familiar and warm. I could smell of deeply masculine cologne, barely covering the scent of a woman. Someone who liked Victoria’s Secrect just a little too much. He was just with someone, he left her to come to me. My heart leapt! Wait? My heart leapt? At you? My friend?
  • Celeste Kirby
    Published 26 days ago
    Love in a Post Chivalry Era

    Love in a Post Chivalry Era

    My parents are June and Ward Cleaver, the Mormon version. So they didn't even have a glass of wine after dinner. I grew up hearing about how dad pinned her and they courted, and went on real dates, and waited for marriage. But mom thinks she's still a virgin because “you're a virgin in God’s eyes if it's within the bonds of marriage.” How quaint.
But I wanted that. I did. I wanted the real dates, the courting, the waiting for marriage. I wanted men to bring me flowers, open doors, pull out chairs, take me to fancy places, give me a reason to wear my diamonds and pearls. I didn't want to be a stay at home mom though, and that's the script for Mormon girls. We get married young and pop out a bunch of kiddies and put our husbands through school. Or we teach until we meet someone. I didn't want to follow either of those scripts. But I ended up teaching and I loved it. I wanted to teach college though, so I worked hard to get my master's, hoping to meet someone.
My folks met at a funeral. They're morbid. That's not for me. Church? Mormon men are groomed to believe they deserve a ten, and ten means skinny. I want an equal, so someone who values education as I do. College? I still wanted a man in my religion. I got offers, of course, but I loved none of them, so I said no. I got many offers outside of my religion, but I said no, and they offered because I was waiting for marriage and just wanted sex. Grad school? All the men I considered equal were married with a couple of kiddos. Law school? Not if I was waiting for marriage. Was it too much to ask for a gentleman? Chivalry?
Online dating became the norm. Many men's pickup line was, “Wanna fuck?” Would you say that to a woman in the grocery store? One man said, “Your body is wonderful. Can I play?” I said I charged $1500 an hour. Where is the real dating? The chivalry? They just wanted sex. I still wanted love.
I became disenchanted with my religion and left, staying a virgin until 34. First, I had been waiting for marriage, then love, then not a douchebag. Sadly to say, while the first one fit, others did not. Was I forcing love? Was I becoming less so I could have an equal? When I'd say I wanted an equal, many men would call me a snob because I had a master's. When I rejected them, many would then tell me how fat and ugly I was. It's always the ugly ones who can't handle rejection. You'd think they'd be used to it.
I came home every day, after hearing questions, without provocation, like, “Why are you single?” Honestly, because I'm overqualified. I was told I was too picky. Why shouldn't I be? I'm amazing. I was bombarded by society, the media, my former religion, etc., that being single was a bad thing, that happiness was only found in a romantic relationship.
I came home every day to my Labrador. She got me. She didn't care that I was fat or single or failed a math test. She just loved.
But I still wanted a romantic relationship. I would get stupid unsolicited advice like, “Put yourself out there!” and “It happens when you're not looking!”
I did put myself out there, even if I wasn't amazing at noticing when decent men hit on me. I never really looked, just hoped.
I hoped and waited and chased and slept with douchebags and debased myself for an equal, but I was still better than they were.
They didn't ask me out on dates; they suggested we hang out and asked what I wanted to do. They took me to Taco Bell and expected to get laid. I said thanks for dinner.
I'm very photogenic, so men don't realize I'm fat in my profile. They would give me such a look of disappointment upon meeting me and acted like they were doing me a favor by wanting to bang the fat chick anyway. I said thanks for dinner.
I put up a full body shot, so they knew before meeting me. Their pickup lines changed. “I love your big ass. Can I put my dick in it?” Damn. I couldn't even say thanks for dinner; I just blocked them.
Again, where to meet not just men, but chivalrous ones? I taught college. One student really had the hots for me and wanted to know me as a person. Until the term ended. Then I was just a piece of ass. I do have a nice ass, and amazing tits. But I'm so much more than T and A. I'm amazing. I still want an equal.
I'm a guys’ girl; I have few girlfriends. I can talk dirty with the guys. I drove a truck and had a Lab. But I can also be a lady. These guys, it's fine to talk dirty. But don't ask me to hang out and expect sex. We're just hanging out. Ask me on a real date. Pull out my chair. Bring me flowers. Be the gentleman I know you can be. Because I'm still a lady.
In this age of online dating, people say the most horrible things when they can hide behind a screen. Strangers ask for nudes and expect them, now without even Taco Bell.
I found some men who value education and kindness and financial responsibility as I do. But those men and I didn't click, for whatever reason.
Men would ask what I was looking for. I would say an equal. I used to have a list. Educated, funny, smart, sarcastic, able to hold his own, support me, be his authentic self, etc., a list. I met him. He was wonderful. For two months. I decided I didn't want the man of my list. I wanted the man of my dreams. But where to find him? Did he even exist? I was in my 30’s then, teaching college.
The students I'd taught when I did K-12 were in college now, some of them still infatuated with me because I was the cool teacher. I briefly considered them.
On October 5, 2015, I had to put my lab down. On December 5, 2015, I suddenly stopped walking. On December 15, 2015, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. Upon getting a diagnosis, my body decided it could break down entirely.
Was I still amazing, even now, from a wheelchair? I was now in my late 30’s, in a wheelchair, and still too fat for the modern man, who'd been corrupted by the media, society, and porn. No, I don't look like those women. I have belly fat, stretch marks, hysterectomy scars, pale white skin, no belly button piercing. I look like a real woman. Maybe I should've said yes at 18, when I did have a belly button piercing.
The closest I'd found to love was from the man of my list. I fell absolutely in love with his son, and he me. That was unconditional love. But it was so fleeting.
I was the one who planned all the parties. People met their spouses through me, then stopped talking to me. I used to love bringing people together. Eventually I hated being invisible.
The collective social life went on a standstill my first year of diagnosis. But I went to support groups, made friends, introduced them to other friends, and lost friends again.
Was this love? To meet through a mutual friend then never talk to her again? As old as I was, I still had no idea what love was.
I had noticed a very handsome man in front of me at the bank once in college. Very handsome. He was done before I. He could've driven off. But he waited for me, opened the door for me, walked me to my car, opened the door for me, and asked if I liked coffee. I was Mormon. I said no and drove off. Ten minutes later, I realized my mistake.
Decent men exist. He may have courted me, brought me flowers, pulled out my chair, given me a reason to wear my diamonds. I don't know. I didn't realize he was hitting on me.
Would I be destined to be alone forever because my subconscious clearly hated me? I forgot attractive men's names and introduced myself every week in college. Maybe it was the MS, as yet, undetected. Yeah, I'll go with that.
After the diagnosis, when I spent the first year in a nursing home and lost and regained motor skills, weight, the ability to move, I had no idea who I was anymore. I lost all my jobs, my truck, and I missed my dog. I sounded like a country song.
I learned how to walk again. I lost it again. My best friend visited every night. He saw me go through boyfriends and lovers.
I spent all of college, grad school, law school- looking, hoping, waiting for love, not realizing it was in front of me all along. I had adopted her from a shelter when I was 19 and put her down when I was almost 36. She was nearly 17.
My Labrador was my true love, there to lick the wounds of every broken heart I'd had for all of my adult life. We were together till death do us part. And she made me open doors, pull out chairs, and bring surprises. She made me become chivalrous.

  • Samuel-James
    Published 27 days ago
    Be more than just a memory, be her forever. A man's brief view on love.

    Be more than just a memory, be her forever. A man's brief view on love.

    I have read lots of Vocal stories around heartbreak, lost love or what could have been. Many of these stories have very strong points and the writers deliver their opinions very well...But I couldn't help as I kept scrolling through, notice that many of the stories come from a female voice sharing how broken they have been left feeling from the actions of their partners. It just made me think is it that common that as men, we continue to let ourselves down with these actions that hurt deeper than we know or care to acknowledge.
  • Raven Lola
    Published 27 days ago
    Why did you do that?

    Why did you do that?

    I stood still, crouched over as I gently placed the small bouquet of flowers over a dirt covered cement platform. As I sighed, the rain poured heavily. I was lucky enough to have an umbrella in hand then. The small droplets made a popping noise each and every time it hit the solid floor. It was calming. The soft roaring of the thunder and the dripping of every house near. Though, the memory of rain wasn’t too great at this moment. I moved the bangs out of my eyesight with my thumb, and continued to stare down at the small shape in front of my eyes.
  • Danielle Cass
    Published 28 days ago
    The Last I Love You’s

    The Last I Love You’s

    When ‘it’ hits home.
  • Kirstie Taylor
    Published 29 days ago
    The Most Important Quality To Look For In A Life Partner

    The Most Important Quality To Look For In A Life Partner

    Deciding to look for a life partner is a big deal. It can be daunting — how can you know if you want to be with someone for the rest of your life? What if you don’t have the same taste in music? Or they put the toilet paper roll on the wrong way? What if they despise brunch?
  • Leigh Lincoln
    Published 29 days ago
    When I awake

    When I awake

    WHEN I AWAKE