Love : My True Love

"They're doing pretty good", I said. Of course I would never tell her what really happened. I still couldn't believe it. It really bothered me. Had he always liked me in that way? I don't even want to answer that. Really.

“Are you okay?” I ask her. She replies with a nodd. I knew something was not alright. By her body language. I ask her

When she saw who was at the door, her eyes got big and she backed up as though I had the plague. She let me talk to her for about 30 minutes. And when I asked why she no longer wanted to speak to me, she said, “As time went on, I noticed your behavior had become increasingly inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

You could tell she wasn’t in a very good mood, and we weren’t sure why because this girl is usually very smiley and outgoing. She usually would always talk to us and even if something was bugging her, she would brush it off and not let it get to her head. All of us could tell she wasn’t very happy, so in reaction to that we all said, “Hey girl!” We all made a little bit of small talk in the hall with her, but then we had to get to class. It instantly brought a smile to her face. She knew that people were looking out for her and then had a bubbly attitude the rest of the day. It’s important to realize that people go through things that you may have no idea about. So in every situation, always be kind. Also know that you can be the difference in someone’s life and help bring them up.

Maybe she was bored. Maybe she was loopy from medication. Maybe she just needed to talk to someone else and there we were. After she got off the phone, she started telling us too of her injury.

“How are you!” I asked. I felt sorry for her because I had realized at that time I forgot the goddam name of her. It should not be like this. She was really a nice girl and in some cases, she was charming. She has a short black hair and clean even teeth, looked very well-bred.

Usually, she would respond with a shrug and a “Well, that’s just how the world works”, and before I could interrogate her any further, she would leave me with a hug. My often ignored questions and

Since she wasn’t engaging me specifically, but many people did respond to her. I probably would fall under the stonewalling response. After we were free to talk amongst ourselves she directed her attention to me and our other would be coworker. I however tried my best to ignore what she was saying. Because at that point I was trying to determine if what she said was really a lie or not. And I personally don’t wish to associate myself with anyone who could tell such a lie. But at that point I wasn’t 100% positive it was a lie, so I felt maybe I was being too judgmental. So instead of engaging in real conversation I would reply flatly and just observe her and how she behaved. The rest of our group responded in the empathizing strategy, although it was awkward and somewhat forced due to the situation. They did their best to try and convey their support of her situation with coos of “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” And “Let me know what if there is anything I can do to help.” I spent the rest of the meeting stonewalling and being a critical listener. Which is “listening with the goal of evaluating or analyzing what one hears.” (Floyd 227) This entire step allowed me to respond in a manner that allowed me to further evaluate her, and to not give her attention that she, in my opinion seemed to

We continued with the conversation for a few more minutes, said our goodbyes, and then hung up. My mom began

'She did get sad, Booboo. She just got sad in her way instead of yours and mine. She got sad, I’m pretty sure.’

I apologize and she just looks at me with a blank expression. I see a look I’ve never seen: she is worried. She is nervous of what the future holds. She is uncertain. She is scared. And I know that it is all my fault.

I waited to talk to her about it thinking maybe she needed space. After about a week, I caught her in the hallway. "Hey, are you okay?"

Didn’t really got the response I wanted because she just said okey, tell me if you need some help and then wandered away to help some customers who seemed to be further in the buying process and wanting to try on. A while later I really was tired waiting for my friend and asked her if she could help me measure for my size and she did. When she was done she said that it couldn’t be right and that I probably had a bigger size than it showed on her measurements so I thank her for her help and left.

Just as no two snowflakes look the same that fall from the sky – love probably has a slightly different look or meaning to each individual person. For me, love is something I’ve decided to do, something we should all receive, and something to give. Love is a deep desire to inflict joy and affection onto others, especially the ones people hold an emotional value with. I believe that all emotions derive from love or a lack of love. At a young age, I was taught that there are three different stages of love Eros love, Philos love, and Agape love.