Layla’s POV:
A smile made its way to my lips as we finally reached the countryside, it stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown and green squares. It always had a unique way of making me feel at peace, the blustering wind, the fresh air, the clear sky, the radiant sun, and the chanting of birds, it all seemed like a hymn sung straight to my soul. Plus, the people there were really simple and honest, never been interested in judging one another, didn’t even give a damn about politics, or had any diplomatic views, they didn’t care about anything that was outside of their little bubble, they dealt with life day by day, and their biggest concern was always getting bread to feed themselves and raising their children peacefully.
I parked the car in front of the house that witnessed the best of my childhood memories, the one I used to spend most of my summers in. I unbuckled my seatbelt with a smile and took a glance at my mother who was smiling at me without muttering a word. “What?” I questioned, looking at her with a smirk on my face,
“Nothing,” She shook her head, the smile never leaving her face. “But, it feels so good to see you smiling again.”
I really hated how much she had to be concerned for me, how she tolerated too many burdens for me especially in the last few days when I was the worst version of myself. My father died when I was in high school, and since that day, she was the only stability I had in this world, the only person who had my back and
One late morning in 1914, I leaned against the newly painted silver railings of the large Majestic, a beautiful ship with a black bottom and a bright white top. Murky, charcoal-black smoke came out of the three enormous, grey, cylinder-shaped chimneys, which began combining with the fresh sea air. The thunderous boat horn was then suddenly blasted, interrupting the beautiful, calming noises of the sea. I heard the screeches of the white seagulls choke as they flied through the tenebrous smoke. I took a deep breath of the crisp air, and held onto the cool railings. With my eyes focusing on the horizon where the sky meets the sea, I noticed how the soft, shimmering sun bleed through the dark white clouds, pouring
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.
According to evolutionary psychologist Richard Dawkin, he proposes that the psychology behind love lyes all in the evolutionary need to be in a group setting and to, frankly, propitiate the human species (Dawkins et al., 2016). For Dawkins, the need to engage in love type behavior is similar to Erikson in the sense that we are avoiding isolation, but Richard’s hypothesis revolves more around the benefit of being in a group. The idea is the more isolated one is (in neanderthal ages) more likely that person is to perish. Additionally, Dawkins suggests that love is an evolutionary hardwiring that helps us propitiate the human species.
“For God is not unjust. He will not forget how hard you have worked for him and how you have shown your love to him by caring for other believers, as you still do. Our great desire is that you will keep on loving others as long as life lasts, in order to make certain that what you hope for will come true. Then you will not become spiritually dull and indifferent. Instead, you will follow the example of those who are going to inherit God’s promises because of their faith and endurance.” Hebrews 6:10-12
Love is an abundant emotion that has different degrees. There is familial love, friendly love, unconditional love, and of course romantic love. Romantic love will be the superstar of this article. Romantic love may be around every corner whether between an old couple or a young teenage romance. However, love is not the easiest thing to attain. It is such a simple concept, though a difficult thing to actually have a person’s hands on.
After coming down from the stage, they hug each other with a big smile. Lastly, Jin-hwan and Haena hug tightly. Sung-min and Ppacko watch them with a satisfying look.
SOMETIMES REYES FINDS HIMSELF TO BE POSSESSIVE . though he isn’t a jealous man ( far from it , he thinks ) but sometimes he finds drunken slurrs about isaac’s appearance to be maddening . DRINK ENOUGH FOR TWO and it’s easy to forget who you’re looking at which is what happens to most in tataurus to lead to them liking the pathfinder AT ALL most of the time . it shouldn’t effect him , but this time around it does . MAYBE it goes hand in hand with how long they’ve gone without seeing each other ; HOW MUCH REYES’ MISSES ISAAC . and he pours every ounce of that into the way they kiss . softness lacks in how they collide : bodies firmly pressing together against the hard cushions of the couch
Marriage poses a threat to the search for romantic love because, as Solomon in “All About Love” states, the “long history of marriage as a sacrament has little to say about sexual love, and sometimes has much to say against it.”(Page 60, Solomon). In fact, the idea of sexual and emotional love, or courtship love, actually provided an alternative means to a loveless marriage rather than preluded it. “The history of romantic love seems to indicate that love has its origins not only independent of marriage but as a rebellion against marriage”(page 61) meaning that marriage poses a threat because of how loveless a marriage could be. Loveless marriages in the sense that in the past people married not necessarily out of romantic feelings, or
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,
Adam walked through the door and saw his beautiful wife, Olivia, sitting there. She was wearing a purple dress which was beautiful on her for so many reasons. The most charming thing about it though, was it complimented her eyes.
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.
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 birds awoke me again this morning. Scraping and tapping at my window; almost begging me to get out there and play with them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the world, you know? The way they have the ability to soar anywhere they desire. To explore the far edges of the horizon, flying over trees and escaping from the world on the ground.
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.
The first time Daisy saw James Gatz she knew she loved him. I remember her coming over to my house and telling me all about him. They met at a diner where he was a dishwasher. He saw her come into the diner multiple times but she was always with other people. One day she came in by herself and he got enough courage to go talk with her. Gatz’s shift had just ended so he sat and talked with her. They immediately clicked. He walked her home and James officially asked her on an official first date. Daisy called me and told me about him that night. She told me how good looking he was. She thought James Gatz was the one she had dreamed of marrying since she was a little girl.