love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
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 Big Love. Runner-Up in Letters of Gratitude Challenge.
Dear Peter, The first time I saw you was when you took a bottle of Coke out of Tom's fridge. I was just visiting, and you didn’t expect to see a guy coming out of the bathroom with only a too-small towel around his waist.
By Henrik Hageland2 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
A Story of Courageous Willpower
In Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, there is a special hospital for the disabled, where people suffering from severe physical disabilities are admitted. These patients are unable to move any part of their bodies. Some of them are victims of paralysis, while others have been severely injured in accidents, leaving them completely immobile.
By MD Robin244342 years ago in Humans
Letters My Gratitude
Dear Phil, As the season of reflection approaches, I feel compelled to share my heartfelt gratitude and admiration for you. These past four years have been a challenging journey, particularly during and after COVID, but your unwavering support has made all the difference in my life.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Humans
Dear Ruth
Dear Ruth, You have always been and will always be my favourite. The most important human being in my life. From the first time we met online to the first time we met in person and then for the 22 years we have spent together, I am so grateful to have you as a friend and wife. The mother of my children and my closest confidante.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Humans
A heartfelt letter to someone who has impacted my life
Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi Dear Writers, In this period of the year people make me stop and think about how I can make their lives better off. You are ray of hope, encouragement and inspiration in the middle of the storm. I was determined to use this opportunity to thank each of you from the bottom of my heart and to share the role you’ve played in my life.
By Sanjeevi Kandasamy2 years ago in Humans
