love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Thank you for loving me
He blows me kisses whenever he leaves the room, even if he’s just going to the toilet. He buys us books to read so that our brains can become sharper and so that it may serve as a way to ameliorate my writing. He gives me gentle queues whenever he feels my eyes need time to rest from staring at the screen for too long.
By Caitlin Charlton2 years ago in Humans
I'm So Tired Of Activists and Causes
America Is Trying To Turn Into A Butterfly When I think of American social progress I envision the progress of metamorphosis. America has been trying to morph into something else... since its creation. And I think of the butterfly specifically when thinking about America because every social progressive step we've ever taken has involved tearing our country apart at the seams so we can remake ourselves.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Humans
What is October 1st: How To Use For A Stronger Love Life
Ever wonder, “What is October 1st for relationships?” There’s more to today than just another day on the calendar. It’s a chance to think, get back in touch, and start loving again. But October 1st has taken on a unique meaning for couples all over the world. On this day, we’re supposed to take a moment to enjoy our love and the relationship milestones we’ve reached.
By Bloom Boldly2 years ago in Humans
What Is October 1st for Relationships—Is Your Love Ready?
Is your love truly ready to deepen on October 1st? There are many important dates in a relationship, and for many, October 1st is one of them. But what is October 1st for relationships? And why is it so important? This day is special because it gives couples a chance to think about their journey together, celebrate love, overcome problems, and set new goals.
By Relationship Guide2 years ago in Humans
CNM Relationship: A Comprehensive Guide to Consensual Non-Monogamy
In a world where traditional monogamous relationships are often viewed as the norm, Consensual Non-Monogamy OR CNM relationships challenge societal expectations. The idea of voluntary non-monogamy (CNM) has gotten a lot of attention lately, especially from people who want to find different kinds of relationships. In a CNM relationship, there is more than one partner, and everyone agrees to the arrangement.
By Relationship Guide2 years ago in Humans
A Journey Back to Love
Growing up in the small, sun-soaked town of Riverview, Arjun had always felt the warmth of his parents’ love. His mother, Meera, was the heart of the home, with her soft-spoken ways and the scent of freshly baked bread always lingering in the air. His father, Raj, was a quiet man, working long hours as a mechanic but always making time to share stories or help Arjun with his school projects. Together, they created a world that was safe, filled with love, and full of hope. But as Arjun grew older, his dreams started to stretch beyond the boundaries of Riverview. He had always been a bright child, curious about the world and hungry for knowledge. By the time he reached university, his aspirations had taken him far beyond the small town. After graduation, Arjun was offered a job in a prestigious company in a distant country—thousands of miles from home. It was an opportunity he couldn’t refuse, but it also meant leaving behind the life and the people he had always known. “I’ll come back soon, Mom,” Arjun said as he packed his bags, his voice heavy with emotion. Meera smiled, though her eyes betrayed a hint of sadness. She hugged him tightly, her hands lingering on his shoulders as if she couldn’t bear to let go. “Go live your dreams,” Raj said, patting Arjun on the back with pride, but his gaze lingered on the packed suitcases with a quiet resignation. It was clear to both parents that once Arjun left, the boy who had been their life would never return the same. In the beginning, Arjun kept in touch. Calls were frequent, and he would excitedly tell his parents about his new experiences—the bustling city, the people he met, and the career that was quickly taking off. But as the months turned into years, the calls became shorter, and the messages less frequent. Arjun was immersed in his new life, building a future that, while successful, slowly distanced him from his roots. Meera and Raj, now in their later years, watched as their son’s world drifted farther away. They still held on to the hope that he would return, if not physically, then at least emotionally, to the family that had once meant everything to him. They missed him deeply, but they said little, believing that love sometimes meant letting go and allowing their son to follow his own path. It wasn’t until one late autumn evening, when Arjun’s phone rang, that he realised how much time had passed. It was his father, Raj, and the news was difficult to hear: his mother had fallen ill. The doctors weren’t certain what the future held. Arjun was stunned. In the rush of his career, in the excitement of his new life, he hadn’t noticed how distant he had become. Guilt washed over him as he booked the first flight home. When Arjun arrived at Riverview, the town looked the same, but he had changed. His once familiar streets now seemed foreign, and the house he grew up in felt like a memory from another lifetime. He walked inside to find his mother resting in bed, looking frail, yet her face lit up the moment she saw him. “Arjun,” she whispered, her voice weak but filled with affection. “You’ve come home.” He knelt by her side, holding her hand, realising how much he had missed. His mother had always been there for him—loving, caring, and giving him everything she could. And in his pursuit of success, he had forgotten to give back the love she deserved. “I’m so sorry, Mom,” he choked, tears welling in his eyes. “I should have been here.” Meera smiled weakly, her eyes gentle and forgiving. “You are here now, and that’s what matters.” Raj stood in the doorway, watching the reunion with quiet relief. Arjun approached his father, feeling a surge of emotion as he realised how much he had missed his quiet, steady presence. The years of distance fell away as father and son embraced, the silence between them speaking more than any words could. Over the following weeks, Arjun found himself reconnecting not only with his parents but also with the life he had left behind. He helped care for his mother, cooked meals with his father, and shared long conversations that brought back memories of the simple, loving childhood he had almost forgotten. He realised that while his career had been fulfilling, it had never given him the sense of belonging and purpose that his family had always provided. The love of his estranged parents had never wavered; it had simply waited for him to return, patient and enduring. Arjun learned that love wasn’t something to be earned through grand gestures or success, but something that had always been there, waiting for him to recognise it. In time, Meera’s health improved, and the house was once again filled with laughter and the warmth of family. Arjun’s visits became more frequent, and though he still pursued his dreams, he never let them come at the cost of his connection to home. In the end, Arjun discovered that the love of his parents was his greatest achievement—not because he had earned it, but because it had been there all along, unwavering and unconditional, just waiting for him to come back.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Humans
Understanding Couples Counseling: A Comprehensive Guide
In today's fast-paced world, relationships face various challenges, making couples counseling an essential resource for maintaining and improving partnerships. This guide provides an in-depth look at couples counseling, including its benefits, the role of couples counseling therapists, and how to find the right professionals, especially in Chicago.
By Haili Campanella2 years ago in Humans
Childhood Love in the Village
In a small village tucked away in the heart of the countryside, life unfolded at a leisurely pace. The air was sweet with the scent of jasmine, and the sound of the river flowing gently through the fields was a constant companion to the villagers. Amidst this serenity, two children, Kabir and Ananya, were born into neighbouring families. From the moment they could crawl, they seemed destined to be by each other's side. The village was a simple place, with dusty roads, thatched-roof cottages, and vast fields where farmers toiled under the warm sun. Kabir and Ananya spent most of their childhood exploring the meadows, chasing butterflies, and wading through the shallow streams. They were inseparable, bound not just by proximity but by a shared curiosity for the world around them. Kabir was the more adventurous of the two, always climbing trees, looking for hidden trails, or daring Ananya to join him in his mischievous plans. Ananya, with her gentle nature and quiet smile, often followed him, her heart brimming with trust. While Kabir’s eyes sparkled with the thrill of the next adventure, Ananya’s eyes were always watching, quietly observing the beauty in the ordinary. Their favourite place in the village was an old banyan tree that stood by the riverbank. Its massive roots stretched into the earth like ancient fingers, and its branches created a canopy of shade where they would sit for hours. It was there, under the shelter of the tree, that their friendship blossomed into something deeper. Though neither of them could put it into words, an invisible thread began to bind their hearts. As they grew older, the villagers often teased them, calling them “the inseparables.” The elders would smile knowingly, recalling their own childhoods and the friendships that had shaped their lives. Kabir and Ananya laughed it off, never truly understanding what the adults meant. To them, their bond was as natural as the sun rising over the fields each morning. One summer evening, when the air was thick with the scent of rain and the cicadas sang their evening chorus, Kabir and Ananya sat beneath the banyan tree, watching the river flow past them. “Kabir,” Ananya asked softly, “do you think we’ll always be like this? You and me, together?” Kabir, who had been watching the clouds drift across the sky, turned to her. “Of course,” he said with the confidence of youth. “Why wouldn’t we be?” Ananya looked down at her hands, twirling a blade of grass between her fingers. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think things change as we grow older.” Kabir frowned, thinking about her words. He was used to the constancy of village life, where nothing seemed to change from season to season. But Ananya was right. There was an unspoken awareness between them now, a shift in their connection that neither could fully explain. “I’ll always be here,” Kabir said finally. “No matter what.” Ananya smiled, reassured by his words. For now, that was enough. Their days continued as they always had filled with laughter, shared secrets, and quiet moments beneath the banyan tree. Yet, as the years passed, that unspoken bond grew stronger. By the time they were teenagers, the villagers’ teasing had grown more frequent. The women would wink and nudge Ananya when she passed by with Kabir, and the men would clap Kabir on the back, laughing about how he had already found his “life partner.” Kabir would roll his eyes, brushing it off, but he noticed how Ananya’s cheeks would flush pink, how she’d lower her eyes shyly whenever the teasing began. One day, during the annual village festival, something changed. The village was alive with music, the air filled with the aroma of sweets and incense. Lanterns hung from every doorway, casting a warm glow over the festivities. Kabir and Ananya were walking together through the bustling crowd when a group of boys their age started teasing Kabir more loudly than usual. “Kabir! When are you going to marry Ananya, eh? It’s about time, isn’t it?” one of the boys jeered, laughing. Ananya, embarrassed, quickly excused herself and disappeared into the crowd. Kabir felt a surge of frustration. It was all in good fun, but somehow it felt different now. He realized, as he watched Ananya’s retreating figure, that their bond wasn’t just friendship anymore. There was something deeper, something he hadn’t acknowledged until that moment. Later that evening, he found Ananya sitting alone by the banyan tree, her face illuminated by the flickering light of distant lanterns. “I’m sorry about what they said,” Kabir began awkwardly, sitting down beside her. Ananya shook her head, her eyes reflecting the stars overhead. “It’s not your fault. They were just teasing.” Kabir hesitated, then spoke quietly. “Ananya, I don’t know what the future holds. But I know one thing no matter what happens, I want you in my life.” Ananya looked at him, her heart pounding. For the first time, they both understood the depth of what they shared. It wasn’t just childhood friendship it was love. The kind of love that grows slowly, like the roots of the banyan tree they sat beneath. Years would pass, and life would take them in different directions. But no matter where they went, they always returned to the village, to the banyan tree, and to the love that had grown in the heart of their childhood home.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Humans
