love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Unspoken Love and Broken Connections: A Tale of Twin Flames
Lately, L has been on my mind. A lot! I’ve never been able to let the connection go despite us going our separate ways. I’m not someone who spends a lot of time in the past ruminating on things that didn’t pan out. If anything I spend most of my time fantasizing about the future.
By Vanessa Brown2 years ago in Humans
A Moment of Crisis at RYLA
The week-long leadership training organized by the Rotary Youth Leadership Academy (RYLA) was supposed to be one of the most exciting experiences of my life. I was 19 years old, eager to learn, and thrilled to be surrounded by like-minded young leaders from all over the country. We were 18 girls sharing a large hall, each with our own stories and dreams. Despite the packed schedule, we quickly bonded, our late-night talks often veering from leadership strategies to our personal hopes and fears. The days were intense, filled with workshops, group activities, and endless discussions about leadership. By the time we returned to our hall each evening, we were exhausted but energized by the day's lessons. It was on one of those nights, after a particularly challenging session, that everything changed. We had just settled into our beds, the room buzzing with low chatter as we recapped the day's events. I was lying on my bunk, halfway through a conversation with the girl next to me when I noticed something strange. One of the girls, Kamsi, who had been fairly quiet throughout the day, seemed to be struggling. She was sitting upright on her bed, clutching her chest, her breathing rapid and shallow. At first, I thought she was just tired or maybe stressed out. The program was demanding, after all. But as I watched her, I realized something was very wrong. Kamsi's breaths were becoming more labored, and her eyes were wide with fear. The chatter in the room slowly died down as more of the girls noticed her distress. My heart began to race, a cold knot of fear forming in my stomach. I had never seen an asthmatic attack before, but I knew instinctively that this was what was happening. My mind flashed to the stories I had heard about asthma—how quickly it could escalate, how dangerous it could be if not treated immediately. The realization hit me like a wave, and for a moment, I was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. "Kamsi, where's your inhaler?" one of the girls asked urgently, her voice cutting through the rising panic in the room. Kamsi pointed weakly toward her bag at the foot of her bed, but she was struggling too much to speak. My body moved before my mind could catch up, and I found myself scrambling to her bag, desperately searching for the inhaler. My hands trembled as I rifled through her belongings, pulling out clothes, notebooks, anything that got in my way. It felt like time was moving in slow motion, the seconds stretching out into an eternity as I searched. Finally, my fingers closed around the small, life-saving device. I grabbed it and rushed back to Kamsi, who was now gasping for air, her face pale and her lips tinged with blue. The room was deathly silent, all eyes on her as I handed her the inhaler. She took it with shaking hands, bringing it to her mouth with visible effort. We all watched, holding our breaths, as she managed to take a few puffs. The effect was not immediate, and for a terrifying moment, I feared it hadn't worked. But then, slowly, her breathing began to even out. The color started returning to her face, and the wild fear in her eyes gradually faded. Relief washed over me like a tidal wave, and I realized I had been holding my breath the entire time. As Kamsi's breathing stabilized, the tension in the room eased. Some of the girls sat down on their beds, their expressions a mix of shock and relief. I felt a strange combination of exhaustion and alertness, my body still buzzing with adrenaline even as my mind began to process what had just happened. "Thank you," Kamsi whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible but filled with gratitude. I nodded, still too shaken to respond verbally. The reality of how close we had come to a much worse situation was starting to sink in, and it left me feeling emotionally drained. That night, we gathered around Kamsi's bed, each of us trying to offer comfort in our own way. We didn't talk much; the experience had left us all a little shell-shocked. But in the silence, there was a shared understanding—a recognition of how vulnerable we all were, and how important it was to look out for each other. In the days that followed, we made sure to keep a close eye on Kamsi. We learned where her inhaler was kept, and we even talked through what to do in case of another attack. It was a sobering experience, one that reminded us that leadership isn't just about taking charge in a meeting or giving a speech—it's about being there for each other, especially in moments of crisis. The rest of the week passed without incident, but the memory of that night stayed with me. I couldn't shake the image of Kamsi struggling to breathe, or the helplessness I had felt in those first few moments. It was a lesson in the unpredictability of life and the importance of being prepared, not just for ourselves but for those around us.
By Morufat Olopade 2 years ago in Humans
Loving More Than One . Content Warning.
Society teaches that intimate relationships are meant for two people. You meet, fall in love, get married, have kids, and spend your lives together. Sometimes it works out, other times it doesn’t, and you divorce and move on with other people. I never viewed love and relationships in this narrow-viewed mindset. Growing up as someone who often experienced connections to different people at the same time, regardless of gender, I always felt like something was wrong with me. There were never any books or movies I could connect to because they always portrayed a person who loved more than one as a cheater and villain. I felt ashamed that I could love more than one person at a time in a different way.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Humans
8 Surprising Signs Guy Marking His Territory—Is He Love You?
Have you ever had the feeling that your guy is trying to date you in very quiet ways that you hardly notice? These little things may not seem dangerous at first, but they could be strong “signs guy marking his territory.” Depending on the situation, marking territory in a relationship can be both a sweet sign of love and a red flag. Knowing what he’s doing, whether it’s possessive behavior or those strange territorial instincts, can help you walk the fine line between love and control.
By Relationship Guide2 years ago in Humans
The Heart Still Remembers
Today, the morning light pours in through the windows, casting a bright glow across the room. The sun shines with a quiet brilliance, yet the air remains cold and still, almost haunting in its calmness. I try to embrace the serenity surrounding me, to align my thoughts with the peacefulness of the morning, but inside, there is a knot—a tightness in my chest that I can't shake. It clings to me, a shadow that won't disperse, much like the weight of grief that settles after losing someone dear, or the hollow ache that settles in when you realize their presence has slipped away into mere memory.
By Don-Oliver Nchetaomachi2 years ago in Humans
A Beacon of Kindness: My Journey of Hope in Canberra
It has been about 32 years since I moved from India to Canberra, Australia. When I first arrived, the excitement of being in a new city was overwhelming. I was filled with anticipation, eager to explore this unfamiliar land and meet people from all over the world. However, my financial situation quickly became a stark reality check. With limited funds, I had no choice but to stay in a youth hostel, which was the most affordable accommodation available at the time.
By Vijay Koul2 years ago in Humans
Fading Echoes
The day was colder than usual, and the autumn leaves swirled around in a gentle, melancholic dance. Mia stood by the edge of the bridge, looking out over the river that flowed endlessly below her. The sky above seemed heavy, like it, too, was carrying the weight of unspoken words. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, the chill in the air nothing compared to the emptiness she felt inside.
By Sufiyan mohammed shaikh2 years ago in Humans
The Unexpected Encounter with Love
As he navigated the bustling streets of the city, he felt a sense of monotony wash over him. Every day was a carbon copy of the last, a never-ending cycle of work and routine. But then, like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, he saw her. She was standing on the corner, her long, curly brown hair blowing gently in the wind, her bright green eyes sparkling like emeralds in the sunlight. Her radiant smile lit up the entire street, and he was captivated. Transfixed, he stood there, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot. He couldn't look away, couldn't tear his gaze from her beauty. She was like a breath of fresh air in a world that had grown stale. As he stood there, frozen in awe, she noticed him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his body, a spark of connection that he couldn't ignore. Slowly, she approached him, her hips swaying gently as she walked. "Hi," she said, her voice like music to his ears. "I couldn't help but notice you staring at me." He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, but he couldn't look away. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "You're just so... captivating." She laughed, a tinkling sound that filled his heart with joy. "Thank you," she said. "I think you're pretty great yourself." And with that, they started talking. They walked through the city, exploring new places and getting to know each other. He learned that her name was Sophia, and she was a free spirit, always chasing her dreams. As the days turned into weeks, their connection grew stronger. They found themselves lost in conversation, sharing their deepest fears and desires. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he knew that he was falling in love. But he was afraid to tell her, afraid of rejection. So he kept his feelings hidden, hoping that she would see the love in his eyes. One day, as they sat on a bench watching the sunset, Sophia turned to him and said, "I have to tell you something." Her voice was trembling, and he knew that something was wrong. "What is it?" he asked, his heart racing with fear. "I have to leave," she said. "I've been offered a job on the other side of the country, and I have to take it." He felt like he had been punched in the gut. He couldn't lose her, not now, not when he had finally found her. But he knew that he couldn't ask her to stay. He had to let her follow her dreams, even if it meant losing her. So he smiled, and said, "I'm so proud of you. You have to take it." And with that, they shared a bittersweet goodbye. He knew that he might never see her again, but he also knew that he would never forget her. Months went by, and he heard nothing from Sophia. He had given up hope, thinking that he would never see her again. But then, one day, he received a package in the mail. Inside, he found a note that read, "I couldn't forget you. I had to come back." His heart soared as he read the words. She had come back for him. And when he saw her standing on his doorstep, her bright green eyes sparkling with love, he knew that he would never let her go again. "I love you," he said, taking her in his arms. Again he said, I Love You so much. "I love you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. And with that, they sealed their fate, their love forever entwined.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Humans
