My First Love : My Love Of Love

On October 13th, 2013 I met the man of my dreams his name is Justin Fever, and he forever changed my life. I knew him in high school, he was the quiet guy and I was the popular gal. We actually went to the same college, and he sent me “DMs” and always Tweeted Me. His messages stated, ….. In college we didn’t have any classes, but he asked me out for dinner, and I said yeah, sure. We met for dinner at Sparrows Tavern in New York, highly expensive, but scrumptious. He made a joke about us two having a thing for each other. I panicked, and said “no” casually, because history has taught me that only bad things happen from there. As I slowly walked to my car on the way home, I relived every moment of this magical evening. He could be my soul mate, I thought.

On Thursday January 29th, 2015 in Glenmont Job Corps I met this young man name Sahr Joe. I was At the Recreation center inside the dance room with a few girls I just met. We were fooling around. Sahr Joe was with a couple of his guy friends playing 2k14 on the ps4. I stopped to use my input brother’s, Justin, phone.

Love. Friendship. Love or friendship. Why does one have to pick between one or the other? A relationship has recently ended. One full of ultimatums, broken promises, violence... emotionally and physical violence. Relationship that has, over the months, become full of lies, mistrust and toxic. It was hard to walk away from something and someone who one has gotten use, use to waking up every morning, talking to every single day, and simply their presence. How does one become so feed up to the point one has to find strength in order to leave, in order to find better and be better for themselves? A friendship was made that day, one where I was able to feel free, however with a burden on my heart. How did I know I was doing the right thing? Was

I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality … —what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

This whole journey started when I received a text from a man with the name of Chris Andrews. He said he was 16 and went to my school in my Calculus class, I had no memory of such a thing. A few months later we started talking on the phone, we got closer and closer as the days flew by. Finally we decided to meet on December 31st 2017. It was pretty weird that I still had not seen him in my Calculus class and when I asked him why, he would come up with various excuses. He texted me the location, it leaded me to an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't so sure if this was the right

Heartbreak is everywhere, from the television shows we watch, to the conversations we overhear while walking down the skidded hallways of our dear Eaton High School. In my sixteen years of life I have not had anything atrocious occur to me, but I did have my little sophomore heart broken by a boy who will not matter in ten years. It ruined my summer, and it also made a large portion of my school year miserable. I am fully aware that everyone goes through this, and that some people consider it a lousy reason to be blue, but it was the first time I knew what a broken heart felt like. This boy hurt me the most by his lies, his indecisiveness, and his newfound desire to come crawling back now.

It all started out during the summer time in the hot days of June when my friend Megan Trail wanted to bring me along with her on a double date.of course, I had to say yes. I didn't know who the guy was,but once I met him we hit it off right away,I knew we had a connection or so I thought. "Anthony",is now forever cursed in my brain.He was one of those guys your parents warn you about dark hair,green eyes,eighteen years old,

Falling passionately in love with someone is one of the most exhilarating feelings, as if you had wings and you are flying high in the sky, feeling the wind romantically blowing through your hair. And usually, when love ends, it feels as if you have been dropped like a rock in mid-air. You scramble to grab a hold of something, as you witness your body falling at great speeds, and then shattering on the earth below.Whether we are talking about breakups, or facing the reality of a one-sided romance, it is painful. So much so that it disrupts our normal flow of experiences, causing us to not function normal with so much emotion invested and our identities tied in with these experiences. Sometimes, the pain of lost love is so intense that it can shake our beliefs about romance and

“To understand your parent’s love, you must raise children yourself,” Chinese proverb. This proverb holds itself true in my life and with my family. As years went by, I was able to reflect and I then realized how important and special my dad was. It took raising a family of my own to truly appreciate the depth of his love for not only his family, but with others as well. I have always treasured my father. Not just as a parent, but as a person I strive to be like in all aspects of my life. Moreover, he is a selfless, genuine, hard-working individual. Ever since I could remember he was always close at hand supporting my goals along with the goals of others. The incredible personality he embodies has touched the lives of countless people. My father has, and always will be, the person I admire with the utmost respect.

The well-known phrase of love. But In this poem they go deeper and talk about how this is really relative to life itself or the logical reasoning behind this. The main idea in this is to live your life but in some cases live it for the sake of others or to support others and yourself. Like for example you want to become a doctor but the school you need to attend needs a certain amount of money that you don’t possess, so you either continue and put your parents in debt or make a life changing decision and pursue a different career. Another example could be if you pay the bills in the house and you can either go forward to pursue learning another skill to possess a job or pay the bills to guarantee your son a future and happy life.

one event in life can alter a whole world. The small mishaps that happened on our wedding day, still resulted in our lifetime marriage. Accordingly, I pranced down the aisle, with my best friend Sean. Soon, I knew I was going to become a newly doting wife. The thought had made me anxiously overjoyed on the inside. Consequently, our lives were forever altered once we had proclaimed our love for one another with the exchange of our vows.Sean is a gentle, kind soul. Everything I ever had dreamt of in a husband. Caring, loving,sweet, considerate, and most importantly he loved my two daughters. Already a father of a sweet little girl; he had a very keen perspective on little girls. Even our life goals were in harmony with each other. This love connection could not be more ideal. Sean is a gift from heaven, my soul mate.The day we had chosen to tie the knot, turned out to be a crisp autumn day. Leaves rustled and a chilly breeze blew. There I was about to marry the most exquisite man I’d ever met. A magical event was about to happen. Forever this moment in time, had changed the lives of so many, and my last name. All of the prepping, stressing, and sweating was complete.Destiny was awaiting me in just a matter of moments.In walked my father, his jaw had dropped to the floor. "You look stunning!" He exclaimed. Expressing his feelings about how proud he is of me and telling me I’d always be his baby girl. My father and I had shared our special heart to heart moment. We were still

Yeah, I don’t really know what I am doing with myself anymore. When we started dating I was confused and scared. I pushed you away. I know and I feel horrible about it. I didn’t mean to but I just didn’t know how to express my feelings for you and I don’t do well with embarrassment or compliments. And It’s easy for me to get embarrassed when someone I like says something nice to me or about me. Later on I heard that you had done some unfavorable things to people I was close to and I became conflicted. Then my friend told me that he wished for me to break up with you. We talk often about me breaking up with you. People thought that I didn’t really love you, to be honest I wasn’t really sure if I loved you. Then thanksgiving came around and I couldn’t see you or talk to you everyday, so I wished to see you everyday. Though that didn’t come through because I ignored you. Though it wasn’t intentional at first as time passed I was afraid of answering you because I didn’t know what to say. I stopped talking because you insisted on buying me a Christmas gift. Which is a nice gesture but I didn’t want you to buy me anything because I was fine with just having you. The last day we were together Jaden said you were upset with me and I understood why I mean I did ignore you that that hurt you so much. But when you said you would ignore me the rest of the day it made me really upset, Instead of being mature and ignoring that comment since I knew you weren’t going to

Love: what does it mean? For me, it just means that I will find someone who will always make you feel happy when you're sad, or they also will always be there for you no matter when or where it is.

The craziest thing about love is that it is abstract. You may love an object or person, but you can not grab love. I am not going to go on about my relationship, but the after math. The intimate details do not matter to me anymore. After every thing went down, I felt broken. I felt like nothing in my life was going to be okay again. Isn’t it unimaginable how something you can not even see makes you feel this way? I shut out every thing around me and pushed people away. All because one person decided to give up when I did not want to. Even after the horrible exchanges of words were tossed back and forth, I still did not want to give up. I was hoping his love would be strong enough to realize how much I cared. But it did not. It did not mean anything to that careless boy. I’d rather walk barefoot across broken glass. Weeks

It is true love can become atrocious and unbearable. It happens too many times than it should happen. I have experienced the beauty of love and also the tragic of love. I was barely a teenager and I thought I was in love with this boy. His name was Noah. I should emphasize on the past tense--was--because it 's apart of the tragedy. Noah and I were best friends for two years. We met each other in 7th grade. He had moved to Maryland from Texas with his father, step-mother, step-brother, and dog. Our relationship bloomed like a gorgeous rose then withered and eventually died. I was barely a teenager and I experienced my first broken heart. Love sucks.