Try telling yourself you don 't love or like someone and you 'll go crazy. To try not to impress him or try not to think about him…. It 's like you want to be with him, but nowhere near him all at the same time. It 's not easy! They say if you love something let it go. Is it really that simple? Love one day and forget the next? That just won 't work! I mean how could you love someone or something and just let it go? If you want something you should go for it right? Hold on to it and never let it go? Keep it safe and make sure nothing harms it? Isn 't that what you 're really supposed to do?
His name was Rob, he was not what you would consider traditionally attractive. He didn 't look like an underwear model. There were no bulging pecs beneath his white button-up. No rippling abs. He was average height and average build, average brown eyes and average short hair. You would never look at Rob and wonder what magazine, billboard, or commercial you 'd seen him on. But there was something in the way he looked at you. Something about his smile... It was in the way he touched your shoulder or brushed the hair from your cheek. Even the way he said "Hello." That hidden quality, that sincerity, that subtle little something, that’s what makes you love him.
Angela had a narrow, oblong face with angular cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her eyes were a clouded hazel, and her thinly plucked eyebrows were shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of her eye. A long
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His physical characteristics, mannerism, and personality captivated me. He is tall, Caucasian. His brown eyes match the color of his hair, and his white skin makes his hair looks darker. His breath is fresh and tempting; his lips tantalizing. His jaw bone is like the one of an angel and everything in him is beautiful. His long neck is always well perfumed, and every time you get near you can feel the sweet-smelling fragrance. His long, toned arms can hug you like a bear along with his hands that are big and masculine. His chest is hard and tanned; his abs prominent. His long, strong legs are like the ones of a sports man as well as his feet. His gentlemanly mannerism and courtesy are one of a kind. Furthermore, he is intelligent and mature. He can have fun like a little boy and can make me laugh with whatever craziness he does. He is very energetic and a great leader. He may be explosive at times, but most of the times he reasons before he talks and knows exactly what to say. The man
Angela takes “only the time necessary to say the name” (47) and arguably Santiago has been chosen simply by random fate; any male’s name would suffice, suggesting in a patriarchal society valuing a women strictly for virginity, all males share the blame. Angela’s appearance versus her reality is complex because while she has undeniably corrupt qualities, an admirable goodness shines through; the narrator acknowledges
So the night I fell in love with "the one," I was not under the influence of anything except love itself. We talked briefly at the party, met up at the bar, and danced three perfect dances. He was
She may have had hideous cousins (most of them), but in her case, she looked more like a twelve-year-old girl, with long chestnut colored hair and green eyes. She was tall and thin, but was very lean. She had blisters on her hands from work
While her siblings were the fiery ones. Everything about them was bolder than she was. Her sister and brother both had dark brown locks and eyes made of chocolate. They looked regal, they looked like her father. She, on the other hand, had long, honey colored locks. Her eyes were dark blue, but they always looked lighter when she cried. Her skin was milky white and her stature was shorter than that of her siblings. She always had a slight pinkness to her cheeks, which is why her mother named her
I was hurt many times before, but the way he looked at me was a connection. My exes said it will always be “You and Me” forever, but it never lasted. Justin got a job in the Peace Corps and I was so happy for him, because he always wanted to help another country out, but I would miss him dearly. He didn’t want to leave me, but I couldn’t fathom how guilty I would feel if he didn’t go. For 2 years, I wasn’t going to see him, the day he went to the airport was the day I realized I loved him, and the words came tumbling out of my brain “I love you” I said. It felt natural, because it was, he shook me into remembering who I was, and it was easy to see that Justin was the guy for me. Years ago, I was proudly single and professional with zero desire to get married. Or so I
Mrs.Gulon had wavy, shiny blonde hair that went three inches past her shoulders. She was tall and slim and her face was one and a half inches smaller than a normal size face. There was a four inch wide, one inch tall half bump on her face. The bump had light blue eyes and a nose. The nose was shaped like a baby's nose but only a titch smaller. Below
Her face reveals various traits. She has an oval face that shows a sweet, balanced character; however, her brown hair denotes an independent nature and coarse character. I see shyness and reserve through her small ears and sensible independence through her hazel eyes. The shape of her low and wide forehead tells me she has intuitive nature. Balance and patience call out to me from her straight well-formed nose, but her lips reveal something else. Her small lips say that she is cold
06” in height, weighing 265 pounds with bleached hair and having brown roots showing near her scalp, which she appears to have shoulder length hair which was in a pony-tail. She had dark brown eyes and had a heavy build. Her cheekbones were prominent and rosy and hamster-like. Her chin was round and double-chinned. Her ears were lop-eared, and her eyelashes were false and long, with her eyebrows were arched and penciled. She did not wear any makeup.
what the characters are like” (Arp 162); for example, she mentions Mrs. Slade’s “vigorous black eyebrows” (Wharton 1) and “small determined nose”(Wharton 1). The author also divulges that Mrs. Ansley is “far less sure than her companion of
Mrs. Rolston was a woman of a height of about five feet on inch. She had beautiful blue eyes that shined and crinkled when she smiled or laughed. She had dark brown hair that had a slight curl to it. Her smile gleamed in the small light of the classroom and brought a smile to all of our faces. She never really wore makeup and she didn’t need to because she was pretty without it.
A lot of psychological theories on love and hate focus on proximal mechanisms instead of ultimate explanations. I think it would be beneficial to, first and foremost, consider why these emotions evolved. Our genes want us to choose an optimal mate and raise children together. However, why would a rational person want to do that? I believe that love motivates us to act in a way that benefits our genes instead of our own immediate self-interests. Mating and childrearing take up a lot of time, energy, and resources. Taking care of a baby would not be very pleasant if we didn’t feel love for them. It would not be rational to waste so much of our time and effort on mating and having children when there is no extrinsic benefit to us directly. Therefore,