My Love In A Short Story

Everyone loves to tell the story of their first love, and the beautiful lesson they learned through the adventure. You hear the phrase, “you’ll never forget your first” as you see a small smirk flourish across the faces of people who remember their story. Through all the experiences shared, I never would have believed the result of falling out of love. All of the novels and sweet smiles never hinted about the time I would end up crumbled down on my bedroom's floor, with two years of a person's presence surrounding a broken heart. Nobody will speak of watching your first love leave for college, knowing that they will want to move on. I went through the stages of heartbreak that left me with a cracked and bruised heart. The recovery and journey of finding acceptance and love for myself, created a book of my personal lessons.

“And then,” LeRoy recited, listening to Rachel’s crayon scratch along a piece of notepaper, “the beautiful princess broke free from the castle’s highest tower. The straw broke her fall, cushioning her from the cold ground, and she laughed as she realized how thoroughly her stepmother had underestimated her talent. She freed her steed from his moldy paddock and road as far away from the prison of her old home as she could. There was a prince for her to rescue and a whole world to see, and no matter where she ended up, she vowed to herself that she’d live to become happily ever after.”

The short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” by Raymond Carver, invalidates the struggles and the lives of women, especially those that have experienced abuse. Carver oppresses women through lack of empathy for a victim and reinforcement of certain stereotypes.

She herself was a happy character, and would always run into her father's arms after her day at kindergarten. She always came home with elaborate yet messy crayon drawings for him to hang of the fridge, and they always came with a smile and a hug. Her father was a caring man. Receiving his daughter’s often unneat and confusing artwork was always the highlight of the day. He would walk down the dusty road, hands in pockets and hazel eyes straight ahead to the school bus stop. His daughter would exit the bus and she would run into his arms, her auburn hair flying behind her. That was before he left, and she would always walk home

In the car listening to music on my phone, relaxed, minding my own business. I feel a tap

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

He seemed to see her every once and awhile and she stood out to him a little bit when he did see her. This prince decided that he would take a chance and start talking to Greta the next chance he got. He saw Greta in the village and he walked up to her with great confidence. Greta was in shock that he came up to her for she knew that she was not suitable of a man like him, but seeing he was the most humble prince there ever was it didn’t matter to him what she had or didn’t have he was more interested in getting to know her. She instantly felt comfortable around him and trusted him even though she hadn’t known much about the prince. Those two would go into the village at the same time every day just so they could talk to each other. Greta had become so comfortable around the prince and started to actually let the prince into her life. She hadn’t let every many people become so close to her for she feared being used like she had been before. The magnificent prince had really started to like Greta and her personality. He thought that she was a kind girl. He loved the way she laughed at his jokes even if they were stupid. They started to talk for longer periods of time every day because they both had grow to like each other so much.Greta was starting to let her guard down for the prince because he was so caring and acted so loving around

From the majestic nature of her walk to the adorable laugh that she seemed to have no shortage of, she was a shining emerald amongst the dull characters that pervaded his everyday life. At first, he could live without her pervading all his thoughts and dreams, but now, here he was, as the frigid cold of winter set in, feeling the full force and warmth of her mere presence. Quite frankly, he was in love. Endless hours were spent talking to his friends about her, and there hardly seemed a time where he talked about the usual thing. Love had taken complete control of all of his senses, and as much as he’d hate to admit it, he was truly at the whim of his heart. Her name? Sylvia Peters

He simply purred like an oversized house cat easing her tension and pain. He simply relaxed taking in her warmth and her heart’s purity. Despite Mood’s overcast, he could perceive Goodness’ summer-like warmth in her soul. For his part, she was as much of a balm for him as he was for

But finally, one night, he summoned the courage to ask her for a walk. He still winced when he recalled how they accidentally butted heads, but somehow, through all the trails they’d faced, they were married, desperately in love, and had their little son, Percy. It seemed hard to believe any man had a right to be so blessed.

Well, you’re an adult so stand up to her. I think she’ll respect you for it.

has written the poem in this way in an attempt to portray love as a

It was September 3, 2017 and today was a big day for me. Today was my birthday, and I just turned fifteen. I just moved to a new school too cause my parents got a divorce and I was living with my mom.

There are times where you never truly realize how much you love someone, until you have the potential of losing them. This exact thought ran through Sophie’s mind while she scanned the crowd for Agatha since she heard her best friend’s name called out. For once, Sophie was on her own for she has to act on behalf of the whole kingdom of Camelot, which stressed her out beyond belief. Her heart rate quickens as Rhian pushes the blade deeper into her back when he caught her looking.  “Please… Rhian… Why?” She chokes out, her voice broken and sore since she was so afraid and hopeless. Furthermore, Sophie, the former Queen of all Evil, had never looked so vulnerable yet resentful.  “Oh my dear Sophie, there are some things you just will never fully comprehend, like why you cannot love anyone. Nevertheless, we shall have our wedding planned for next week!” Cowering and terror-stricken, Sophie stood in Rhian’s arms as he cackles menacingly. A minute later, she turns her head marginally to look at his face, and she noticed Rhian’s eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, proving him to have a sign of human flaw. Sophie knew that he was nervous of her making a rebellion to help her best friends.

I always thought that I did not need anyone but myself. A black and white world with only myself in it. I never really cared for anyone; if I did they would be a family or a close friend. Anything romantic was always thrown out of the window. I did not want to think about love or even pay attention to it. That all changed when I fell in love. It changed my whole world and how I viewed it. It is not just liking someone and being in a relationship; love is so much more than that. Love is a wonderful feeling. Love took me to places I have never been before; it taught me a lot about myself; it is a wild roller coaster ride.