Love : A Short Story

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.

Love is said to be the greatest human experience in which mankind are privilege to partake in. To love can be a wondrous experience filling life with bliss and other strong emotions. Some people believe to love is to be alive and be able to see the good in the world and others. The purpose of this paper is to examine and find a better understanding of what is love, to explore what people believe love to be, and what lies surround the perception of love and to explore and expose what the meaning true love is or at the very least the authors understanding of the perception of love. In addition to exploring the concept, deception and the truth of love,

I was in a place I was not familiar with, however, I would soon fall in love with. When I stepped off the giant steel contraption, I was greeted with a hot summer’s air. We then got into an old rusty van with the stench of cigarettes. Two hours later we finally reached our destination. Our destination was no resort on an island. Our destination was a small village out in seclusion. We walked around the village meeting the natives. As we was walking, I looked over my shoulder and saw a young lady. I glanced at her feet and noticed the red dirt overtaking the color of her skin. My preacher and I went over to her mud hut and told her about Jesus Christ. As my preacher was speaking, a little girl peaked her head out from her momma’s tattered skirt. I motioned her to approach me and handed her some candy. Her little smooth hands snatched the candy from mine. I welcomed her with a big grin and she returned with the same. Just to see one little girl smile made my entire

Luv smiled. Rick wanted nothing more than to make her happy, at least in bed. In her heart, she knew she wasn’t ready for another serious relationship and he wasn’t either. Why did she have to pigeonhole it, name and analyze it? She told herself he cared for her. He'd said as much. It was kind of sexy thinking of herself as his mistress or lover. Once you give yourself a label like girlfriend or fiancee' there's list of expectations and responsibilities that come with it. She’d often told women to feed their partner’s fantasies if they were within reason. This was within reason. Lover was much sexier than the other labels. No baggage either. The only expectation was that of pleasure. Before now she hadn't considered herself a live in the moment

In Raymond Carver’s short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” Mel, Terri, Nick, and Laura we drinking gin and have a unique conversation about what the concept of love meant for them. Laura is sitting there with her husband, Nick, just listening to Mel and Terri go on and on with his stories. The story that Terri tells about her love interpretation isn’t exactly a happy one, causing the tone to turn to a more pessimistic view on love. Terri starts out by telling a story of her Ex, who abused her and Mel for a while before killing himself. It was obvious that this relationship was far from healthy, but Terri insisted that her Ex loved her. Laura was asked to state her opinion but she simply said, “‘I don’t know anything about

Language and communication can be used to show one’s affection towards another person, yet it is still difficult to convey the true meaning of love. The short story “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” by Raymond Carver signifies through sharing vastly different experiences, that language is inadequate in communicating a clear definition of love. Each of the four characters in the short story explain to the group their own meaning of love while striving to come to a coherent conclusion. The first experience brought upon to the conversation was Terri’s ex-husband Ed. Terri claimed that although Ed beat her up, he loved her and “loved her so much he tried to kill her” (Carver 651). After Terri left him, he drank rat poison and when

Two stand in the center, one yearns for the power to not be a burden, the other wishes for the power to lift any hardship, yet both walk together, the strings of many emotions tying them together. As they stand together in me, they stood together outside of me. Mayhaps they, together, might stay here intertwined for a lifetime. Even now, though, a force pushes against my walls like the swelling tide of a raging sea, fully intent on shattering my fortifications, but I shall not let it. I will not let him steal my family.

Essays in Love is a novel about two young people, who meet on an airplane between London and Paris and rapidly fall in love. The structure of the story isn’t unusual, but what lends the book its interest is the extraordinary depth with which the emotions involved in the relationship are analysed. Love comes under the philosophical microscope. An entire chapter is devoted to the nuances and subtexts of an initial date. Another chapter mulls over the question of how and when to say ‘I love you’. There’s an essay on how uncomfortable it can be to disagree with a lover’s taste in shoes and a lengthy discussion about the role of guilt in love.

Julie, in her black stockings and new cashmere sweater dress, showed up the cafe in hopes of a great date with the mysterious Brendan. Her friend Raymond had set them up and she was excited to finally meet him. As she walked in, she immediately saw the lanky, brooding boy; he was tucked into a corner table, reading a book with a title she couldn't pronounce if she tried. Walking quickly she was almost immediately in front of him. Brendan looked up at her and was absolutely enamored with the way her auburn hair so drastically contrasted with her pale blue dress. He sat up straight and marked his page all while looking at her.

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.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

I am Bennie Cork. My real name is Benjamin Henry Cork, BUT the only people who can call me that is my mother, my “real” father, my great grandmother, or Olivia. If you were to notice me, you are a rare type of breed. I’m nothing special… not extremely tall… not extremely smart...not extremely good looking… and definitely not extremely social, so no one really remembers me. I go through the halls of Glenbrook North High School looking like any other 17 year old guy: brown hair, blue eyes, weirdly skinny, and very very misportional. But, I’m nothing like other guys. I AM A MAN while the other males here's are BOYS! They think it’s funny to go around calling names! “Dorkie Corkie”, “Slenderman”, and “Corkscrew” are their very intelligent way of picking on me. I’m not gonna lie… these names do hurt me, but my dear, beautiful, amazing friend is helping me through all their immature assery. Her name is Olivia… Olivia Baldwin.

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.

Have you ever felt love, lost it, or been hurt from it? Well, this is my story about “love”. When I was a young boy I had many girlfriends, but I was young I didn’t know why I had a girlfriend I just wanted one. I was never really good with the ladies, and my relationships didn’t last very long because, I was a kid. I didn’t grasp the whole concept of love until I laid eyes on, Halie Brooke Carter in middle school.

To be chosen is an amazing feeling – there is something intoxicating about being chosen by someone romantically. You share everything and you are that person’s life.