anything and you were dressed in your jeans, black baseball hat and one of those shirts with the color that could land an airplane with broad shoulders to match. I couldn't stop looking your way and smiling. You're also smiling back at me, oh how I love that smile. We both knew why we came here and we both knew that it was going to be great. Both of us were still sitting in the truck I scooted over into the middle of the bench and put my head on your shoulder it was nice. I laid my hand on your leg
thrillers. But there is no in between. Love, however, is like a symphony. Constantly rising and falling, exquisitely unpredictable, but beautiful and unique nonetheless. Dissonant, and yet still comes together to create something otherworldly. It is rare to witness a kind of love that manages to make one feel infinite. It is even rarer to have this kind of love last. Although, when people are young, they are more likely to have diminutive tastes of this love and are bound to advance the prospect of
siblings having a good time, demonstrates the love I have for them. Looking back a the time when this photo took place, everyone, even those who were not in the photo, was happy. My choir friends and I were in Northern California for a choral competition in spring of 2016 and my conductor, Mr. McCullough, decided to take a trip to San Francisco because we had some free time. Considering my older sister, April, whom I have not seen in a while goes to school about twenty minutes away from there, we decided
aware you’re disappointed to the fact that I can’t seem to move on from you... I can’t sit here and lie saying that I haven’t tried because sadly i have, ive tried talking to other people & going out on dates to see if i can somehow seem to fall in love again and take a step forward to moving on from what we had but i cant seem to shake off the memories that we shared. I cant just start with someone else, because who will be there to buy me food & have me eat it because he’s aware how ashamed of my
Courtney in almost five years but we have talked everyday. This was a girl whom I had seen myself growing old with and her the same. We dated for 2 years before I moved a couple states away. I had feared one day our love would fade but life made it clear that despite our time apart the love only grew. I pull up to their home and ring the door-bell. I was so anxious to see her beautiful face and amazing figure I could barely contain myself. The door slides open and there she is, more beauty than I had
ontrollably and bury my face into her shoulder and just continue to sob until my eyes have dried up and just sit there for a couple of minutes. When I finally lift my head up and look up into her eyes. She smiles gently, looking at my face, I close my eyes already know that my eyes are red and puffy and my makeup has to be coming down my face as I just cried my eyes out like Niagra Falls in the taxi. ”You feel better,” she says. I shake my head no and look out the window and the gloomy weather
outside. I had just had my first kiss at 18. The kiss that girls both dread and dream about at the same time. Waiting to be 18 till having your first kiss seems like a long time, but I always believed I wouldn’t even have anything remotely romantic happen to me in high school, so 18 is fine with me. I had never had a crush on a guy or even entertained the idea the one would like me. I would often hear sermons about how some people are not meant to get married and live a life of solitude. I prayed to
house. I wouldn’t change the rain hitting against my windbreaker or the cold sweat for anything. Okay, I know what you’re asking yourself: Am I about to read another cliche, teenaged romance? No, this isn’t a story of how I met my boyfriend or a proclamation of my love, this is about the cold, hard truth: life is unpredictable and you can’t do anything about it. You constantly think you’ve got your life all planned out. Suddenly, you’re blindsided and you don’t know what to do; but, I know exactly
Finding Love As I walk into the Homeward Animal Shelter for my dog walking shift, I think of the reason I began my weekly volunteering. I want to give love, in any way I can, to the animals who have been left by the ones they love. These animals that I spend an hour and a half with every Sunday need to know that someone loves them. That they have not been forgotten about and it gets better. After spending the summer with my aunt and uncle, I learned that. As I watched their newest rescue dog Snoop
in her eyes made it clear that he was her true love. The night before was fulfilled with a passionate intimacy that would make a dream come true. With Mike staring at the pool filled with little kids he noticed a father and son swimming in the pool. The father was teaching his son how to swim for the first time. The son was about 6 or 7. Struggling to stay afloat the dad was right by his side making sure he wouldn’t drown. Mike just kept thinking about how amazing that was. To have someone of his own