love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
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Arjun sat at the breakfast nook in his kitchen. To call it just a kitchen is an understatement and doesn’t do the size nor capabilities justice. This room was the culinary equivalent to the chemistry lab Arjun worked in. One thing Arjun enjoyed more than working in a molecular research lab and occasionally for a forensics lab, was cooking. During his many years of school, obtaining a doctorate in Chemistry and a bachelors in Physics; working as an assistant to the Baltimore Medical Examiner's’ Office; and teaching Chemistry to high school students as substitute teacher, Arjun learned to cook.
By Nickolas Rudolph5 years ago in Humans
Strangers At The Coffee N Creme
Today, I met a stranger. He’s tall, dark, and handsome; very tall, about 6’6”. He has broad shoulders, big muscular arms that hang loosely at his sides. His smile is like milk, no more like whipping cream in the middle of a steamy cup of cocoa. His eyes are beautiful, piercing gray, the palest gray eyes I’ve ever seen on a human. They reminded me of the eyes of a Siberian husky. A girl could get lost in those eyes.
By Trina Garner5 years ago in Humans
Understanding The Background Of Love Deeply
You might have heard the word love many times, in movies and poems, or might have fallen in love with someone in life. It may be constructive or destructive for you. So this post is going to answer most of your questions about love. It will help you to understand love so that you have a good
By Syed Ali Hyder shah5 years ago in Humans
Last Drinks
Ironic, she thought, that Jolene is playing, when I was the one doing the begging, even though I did nothing wrong. As Savannah soared down the dirt highway at 70 miles an hour, the air flew howling past her ears, her blood racing. As the miles passed, she felt her long blonde hair on her neck and shoulders, ruffling in the wind, and tasted the salt on her cheeks. Eventually, pulling into the parking lot of an unusual little dive bar, her belly ached with more than hunger. She slammed the door as she climbed out of the late 50’s Chevy convertible. Straightening her shoulders, she tweaked the lapels of her red blouse and smoothed her black pencil skirt in front of her. The heels of her pumps ground into the gravel as she strode into the bar.
By Kellie Skye Rose5 years ago in Humans
Self-love: A Key to Loving Others
So what is self-love then? Simply put, it’s the act of valuing yourself. It’s about recognizing your own intrinsic worth, and treating yourself with kindness, respect, and compassion. When we do this, our relationships with others tend to blossom as well. We become more open and accepting, and less judgmental. We learn to give grace to ourselves and others, because we understand that everyone makes mistakes sometimes.
By Blissed Out5 years ago in Humans
Five Days of Visions, and Love
Five Days of Visions, and Love A vision was sent to me about what it meant to have real love. In the vision, I seen many aspects, circumstances, compromises, and adjustments. I seen sorrow, agony, and heartache. On the first night of the vision, I was awaken by a older women and a little boy, who was being read a bedtime story. The older women was a caucasian, upbeat women in her 60’s. Her hair length, medium, blonde and feathered . Her hair was slightly uneven, and thinned in the back, like she was undergoing stress. She wore a nice, rose pink blouse, with slight cleavage and some navy blue, Calvin Klein Jeans. Across the room you could see her beige, leather, high heel pumps, laying on the floor. Her body smelled of vanilla perfume fragrance. She tucked the little African American boy under her bosom, as she began to read him a bedtime story. I turned to the women and asked her if she could leave. She turned to me and replied, that I no longer live here, and that it was bedtime for her adopted son. I insisted that she had mistaken my home for her home. She turned to me with tight, clenched, ruby red lips. She grabbed her reading glasses and responded by saying “I would never choose you over my black, adopted son. I love him, more than anything in the world”.
By Tanea Hill5 years ago in Humans
The one about the romance of a trip with a stranger
I was working behind the bar of the Green Man in Soho, London. Having come from Spain just a few months earlier, as well as having just turned 18, had put me on this forever lasting state of self discovery and adventure hunger. I wanted to experience everything that life had to offer in all its forms and I wasn’t afraid of anything. So when this fifty year old local who would come to the bar often, offered me to spend Christmas with him, I accepted.
By Lucia Carretero Sierra5 years ago in Humans
When Your Husband's Birthday is Christmas Eve
This year marks the 20th time that I have I have had to figure out how to make the most wonderful man in the world know just how special he is to me. I really wish that his birthday could be ALL about him. It would be wonderful to be able to plan a huge bash and invite all of his family and friends to help make him feel special and important.
By Analise Dionn5 years ago in Humans
