Descriptive Essay About Love

Much has been said about love, but if you search the horizon, you will discover that most of the things written about love are either pithy or cynical.

My hands shake as I take the wheel, desperately trying to force the key into the ignition. I scratch the metal once, twice, before it finally catches, and the engine comes alive. It coughs out a gravelly sputter, and I click my seat belt into place. I peel out of the driveway, my empty stomach jostled by the bumpy curb, and speed onto the otherwise calm street. I have never been one for the rules, so at a pace far above the legal limit, I head for the haven I know will give the sustenance I need. My stomach lets out another rumbling growl, and my mind flies back to the dinner I know I should have eaten.

The sun stroking your face ever so gently, you sighed and put the key in the ignition. The road was the only thing you were supposed to see until you arrived at work. Somebody who didn’t know you couldn’t understand quite why you turned off Meade Lane instead of at Atlas Street where you always did. I’m not even sure Nell would understand. But to somebody like me that knew everything, I knew exactly why you turned, and I knew where you were headed. Your pulse started to quicken and your veins flared up. Gripping the steering wheel tight, you were brought back to an old

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

We had pulled into a modest cul-de-sac and inched into a plain driveway; my heart was still hurting and my stomach felt so twisted and distorted that I could have thrown up. What was I supposed to suspect? Moving had been nothing more than a usual routine in my life; going to this new home shouldn’t have brought me any discomfort or unfamiliarity. Although moving was a normalcy for me, this change felt more unusual and a lot more sudden than the rest. We spent the whole car ride glancing out of the window watching cars and trees race by, slowly recognizing the partially familiar town of Springville: a city that which we had lived briefly once before. The whole car ride was a big blur that felt like being in a heavy dream-state. Parts of myself

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

The slippery mountains of possessions surrounding me left seldom room for my feet to wander free. The car is filled with almost everything I own and the large box to my right stabs my rib cage. As the road stretches out in front of us and we edge closer to Abilene my head fills up with anxious thoughts and my head begins to unravel like a spool of thread. My fists are

It was a dark and gloomy day with moisture in the air. The wind was hallowing through the afternoon, while the rain poured down and sounded like a storm in the ocean. This was the worst possible thing that I expected when I got married, what else would go wrong? Wait, I forgot I was marrying someone I didn’t love. This was however by choice though. I didn’t want to deal with her and her crazy plans so I gave up on my kingdom and composed a plan to make us both happy it would affect my life greatly though. This all started when I turned thirteen.

The sun’s light rays shined down on the earth outside, growing warmer as it rose above in the sky. Inside Layton’s chambers, where it was dark and cool, he lay working himself to sleep, gorging on the now free pouring life from the girl frail between his arms. He was starving by the time he left Ava, but he didn’t realize until now it wasn’t for blood. He didn’t understand what exactly as he tightened his grip around the flesh, the need constricting his breathing and scorching through his veins through to his heart, his eyes, where it all burned.

The hypnotic glare of thousands of pixels illuminates the contours of my body, projecting a shadow of desolation onto the bedrooms walls which seem to stand over me. My shame blindfolds me. The voices inside my head reverberates,

Love is a very mysterious thing. People can have a love-at-first-sight type of situation or they can slowly, over time fall for someone. There have always been some meaningful quotes about love. Such as, “everybody has a soulmate” or “love will lead you to the person you’re meant to be with.” I always thought love wasn’t real, and that people could never commit their lives to another person. Love was scary to me because i thought it would make my life worse, when in fact, it made my life complete. The first time we met, the first date, the first kiss, and the day he proposed are all signs of what life is.

Ranging between soothing lullabies and loud, rhapsodic thrillers, music is diverse. The ends of the spectrum typically never meet because they don’t mix well. Love, however, is like a symphony: constantly rising and falling, exquisitely unpredictable, but beautiful and unique, nonetheless. It's dissonant, yet still comes together to create something otherworldly. It’s rare to witness a love that makes one feel infinite. It’s even rarer to have this love last. When people are young, they are more likely to have small tastes of this love and are eager to pursue it in the future. I have been lucky enough to experience this symphony, and it really has changed my life.

In life we often forget how to truly love ourselves. We fill our bodies with things we know are gonna slowly kill us, but we've been taught by those around us thats its a coping mechanism to be sane or to “fit in”. We learn lessons but take the knowledge the completely opposite way that deprives us of feeling happiness and love. We get hurt and build the barriers that stop us from giving our all to someone because past experiences make us think that'll it'll happen again; sometimes it does and sometimes it takes us by surprise and makes us wish we never suffocated ourselves by the thought of something bad happening.

Soft rays of sunlight dance gently across my face leaving patterns in every direction they move. My bedroom walls remind me of you. Days without you by my side are black and white. Dull. I had no friends until you came back into my life. Our time together was magenta. Peaceful. You always knew how to draw me to you, even without meaning to. Chilling. The blue sky that one day when we were nine laying down on the grass at the park, that was the day I first realized I kind of loved you. These same walls we confessed our love and desires. As I lay here in my bed with sheets you once laid, I feel your presence consume me.

The next three weeks raced by as Caroline floated in a happiness bubble. Every day Nico called or texted and she responded with cute flirty messages. It was stupid to get attached to someone who might walk away but she couldn’t help herself. The morose man who refused to share was replaced by a man who said all the right things to make a girl blush and laugh at the same time. Each day she fell more in love with him.