My Love Story

When my younger daughter wrapped up her end credits with a jubilant ‘the end’, I asked her, “do you want to share another story

Though she is in good health, she couldn’t escape her age, and inevitable changes that come with it. She couldn’t escape the fact that he life was passing and there was no going back to change anything. She would no longer be able to have children, and would not be able to re–do her life and have children. She would eventually have to accept her life as it is now, to accept things that have passed, and let them go or keep her pain and sink into an abyss.

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.

It was at that moment when she sat down looking out the window, she had realized that what she had started to feel was not grief, nor sadness. It was the feeling of relief and the feeling of freedom that she had not felt in so long. All of a sudden it seems like the mood in that room switches from that of grief to that of a subtle happiness. She starts realizing the birds are still chirping, the sky is still blue, and it is finally her time to live her life the way she has been wanting to live it for many years, without the influence of her husband looking over her shoulder telling her what to do. She gets worked up so much that at one point she started saying, "free, free, free!" (537).

Copper leaves and empty skeletal swings rustle against the blistering carbon machines smoking out particles of greying sonorous melodies, heavy with a layer of thick mournful soot and perspiration sweating out the saltiness of human fervour. Like a young, raw-like fever that stretched out, dissolved and collapsed its black plumage around iron playgrounds where children used to play in illusive and corrosive battlefields swirling in an antagonistic coal-lit fire crackling its scarlet canker smoldering like a cancer along the tremors of their innocent bone marrows; along the emerald green fields of their small capillaries. In an intricate design of love and war, that canker buds Like weeds in a mercury-infused soil Oozing out the yellowing

When the bell rings, the thought of Zayn kicking him to America is honestly the only thing keeping Louis from running out of the building.

After 6 months of being loved unconditionally, or so I thought, my world shattered. The words in bold lit up in my phone “I HATE YOU! I NEVER LOVED YOU!” Plummeting in love may not be what it is all cracked out to be because once he said that, I still loved him, I got back with him. That’s the thing about love, no matter how much it drives you insane and no matter how much it hurts you, you’ll go back to them. Love is beautifully tragic and no one has a love story identical to the next. Although Kyler and I may have turned into that, we were not always like that. Timing and love usually never agree with each other usually. My first love came at the wrong time so we did not work together for around 4 months, but November 22, 2016, it worked. That’s the day I began a new chapter of my life. Without knowing it, I would give up myself slowly for him. December 31st and January 1st was one of the best night/mornings of my life. I went to my local skating arena and we went skating which we usually did at the time. We stayed at the skating arena until 1am, he became my first new year’s kiss. That was one of the best memories with him. We were not always a train wreck waiting to happen.

“Th-thanks,” Lenora hesitated as she quickly tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, “sorry, but how did you know my name?”

When I was younger I would make conversation with any breathing personage. As I grew older just the thought of having to interact with someone I did not know was mortifying. Therefore, signing up for a full week of a Young Life camp was one of the hardest decisions I have made. Trying to back out the night before, I wandered on to the bus at six in the morning. A forty-five minute drive and forced to scarf up my cell phone. Arriving at the camp we were greeted by a thousand smiling faces. Settling into our cabin, I was a little more relaxed until I heard the bell. Curiously, we walked out onto the porch to see everyone running. Our cabin quickly followed into the chaos. I Pushed and scraped my way through everyone, and made my way to the front row of the club room. I thought to myself how idiotic it was, I was already a Christian. What else is there to learn about God? Little did I know. That night was the first time I had been introduced to God on a deeper level. I saw him as intimidating and loving instead of a fictional character in my head. I felt comfort and at peace for once. July twenty-fourth, two thousand and sixteen is the day that changed my life forever. I heard the greatest love story of all time. Most people know what it feels like to be loved by a family member, friend, or a spouse. However, nobody can grip the thought of someone loving them as much as Jesus. He could have stopped the Roman soldiers at any given point. However, without His mercy and grace we

All my life I dreamed of being an athlete , having a foreign car , and models on my arm. Little did I know everything I once wished for was the result of my demise. As I lay in this space of emptiness I feel my breaths getting shorter and my body feels weak.I wish I could go back and do Emily right , and do right by myself. But I deserve to die alone in this time warp. Before I die let me tell you my story. I’m exactly what parent despise and what people look down on. I work in a diner for $9.00 an hr and live off tips. I live in a local motel and survive off the scraps I steal from the diner. Ever since I lost myself back when I was 18 my whole life went down hill. I went to Richmond high and was the star athlete. I had scholarships from schools all over and I blew it by ruining my reputation. With all praise I received it came with new opportunities other than scholarships aka women and parties. The love of my life supported me all the way up until my downfall , and her name is Emily but Em for short. Despite my faults with cheating she still searched for the good in me and made me believe there was good within me. I was foolish and took advantage of her kindness she weared thin. As quickly as she loved me is how quick she left me behind. Heard she has a whole family and her husband is a CEO or whatever . That’s my biggest regret losing her. About a week ago I went through a midlife crisis and wanted to go back and change my mistakes . I was desperate to relive and do

I met a girl in Kinder named Mariana. Me and her had been together since Kinder.I fell in love with her in Elementary school in 1st grade so we were partners. She has black shiny hair and rosy cheeks. She is beautiful.

Most people, including myself, have that one special item or group of items that they cannot live without, but is that all we see them as? Sometimes people think that an object as simple as a pen cannot possibly play a major part in forming someone’s life story, even though they do not know the story behind it. For all they know, that pen is a form of inspiration that pushes its owner to write just like their most cherished authors and just like that pen, I have objects in my life that do the same for me. A few of my most treasured objects that tell my life story are heirlooms my grandpa left me, my Ipod Shuffle, and books. They all have a back story and play a strong role in structuring the backbone of what is my life story.

It all started two years ago, at the time of the Vietnamese New Year. I never knew that meeting this person that would change my life. From the moment I met him, he changed my whole world. We began dating and falling in love several months after we met. I never thought that I would date an older man like him; a man whom is very different in personality from me. Loving him changed my life because I have found out more characteristics in me that I never knew I had. I get to experience different adventures activities and been to many events that I have never engage in before; most important of all, I never thought I would engages in a relationship that had caused a tremendous effect on me which lead to a sorrow

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.