love

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

  • Anushca Naidoo
    Published about a month ago
    Love is not only Romance.

    Love is not only Romance.

    She was the definition of unknown. Everyone said they knew her, but I knew no one really did. Her smiles seemed to be holding secrets, her eyes held a look of discomfort. She intrigued me. What had Little Miss Sunshine so distressed? What could possibly be haunting her? She couldn’t possibly be tainted with a soul so bubbly.
  • Julie Murrow
    Published about a month ago
    There you are

    There you are

    There You Are
  • Amanda U
    Published about a month ago
    Authentic Love

    Authentic Love

    I saw the message request notification on my social media profile. I opened it up to find a very attractive man who called himself John Wilson had written to me.
  • Natalie Heng
    Published about a month ago
    I Loved You.

    I Loved You.

    There is a saying which I pick up from my favourite celebrity’s instagram live. He said," sometimes, it is not the butterflies but the headaches that make you realise somebody." Those words went through my head and I guess he was right. Out of all the relationship I had before, the relationship that I had with you wass the only that I did not experience any butterflies. It did not give me the excitement that everyone has when they are in relationship. The fact that all those time, I was faking the excitement, telling all of my friends about all the butterflies came alive when I was next to you. Sorry to admit it now but I did not. I thought that I did not love you at all. Therefore, I always neglected you. I put us in every situation where we had to fight and end our relationship. I thought it was tiring to stay with someone who you did not love, in my defence, I did try; I tried so hard to the point where I got so exhausted. I was actually the one who wanted to end our relationship. You tried your best to show your love to someone who was not interested. You worked hard to make it work but I guess , it was too exhausting that one day you finally let it go. After you left, I fouund myself became so lost. My world stopped as soon as you walk out. Everything that I used to enjoy turn out to be meaningless, I got sick of everything. I thought I did not love, I thought I always did not care but why does it hurt when you leave ? Why am I in despiar ? It is funny when you think of it. As soon as you told that you are too exhuasted to fight for me anymore, as soon you put your forward to a different direction, my heart sink. I know that I am too late now. Too late to ask you to stay. I am trying so hard everyday not to miss you. I am pretending to be fine even if it is killing me so hard inside. I regretted every actions that I took, I regret that every minutes that I had with you, I put it into waste. A thought that ring me everyday, keep me awake every night that I should've taken you seriously. I only realised your value now when thing between us has already ended. Just like I mentioned ealier, I couldn't turn back time, could I ? Everywhere I look, I see you and it haunt me. It is really stupid, isn’t it ? That doesn’t make sense, right ? Little did I know, I loved you and it was the heartache that make me realise I loved you.
  • Tiana Proctor
    Published about a month ago
    You Miss Me. What Now?

    You Miss Me. What Now?

    Today a friend offered me the age old advice, “to get over a man, you must get under a new one” or in my case an old one.
  • Tiana Proctor
    Published about a month ago
    Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now

    Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now

    Growing up my dad had a never ending stream of advice to give to my brother and I. A few things stuck, while others went one ear and out the other of course.
  • Norlene Angelique
    Published about a month ago
    Dear love

    Dear love

    Dear Love,
  • Elizabeth Sublette
    Published about a month ago
    To My Beloved

    To My Beloved

    To my Beloved,
  • AnarchyRose
    Published about a month ago
    Love is Blind, Silence is Golden

    Love is Blind, Silence is Golden

    Like all great romances, the depth is not in the act but in the ingrediants. When you make a cake you need to ensure you measure all the ingrediants correctly. One less teaspoon or one more teasponn can mess up the whole concotion. Exspecially when you dont add other ingrediants to stablize the mess up you just made.
  • How To Love a Bruised Sunflower
    Published about a month ago
    Acquiescence-

    Acquiescence-

    As often happens in life, we go through peaks and valleys in our activities, and our distractions...
  • Donald Parker
    Published about a month ago
    What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?

    What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?

    The roots of love grow all around
  • L P
    Published about a month ago
    Persinette

    Persinette

    When the red sun sets on the open water, the waves that crash against the foot of the tower could very easily be mistaken for blood. So flushed are they with the menses of Arinna that they seethe crimson foam.