My Love Story

Since 2001, the testimony has been shared and it has traveled throughout the US and different parts of the world. I have been comforted by the messages from those who were touch by my words have touched. It has been an added source of strength.

– 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.

For the most part I would walk to school, since my house was so close to the elementary I went to. Due to me walking, I would always expose myself to the “local” gangs in this one neighborhood from Latin Kings to the Bloods. Since, I would always walk slow to school because I had no friends and I had no intention of getting any at all, the gang members started to talk to me as I walked to school. This people made me feel comfortable and wanted, so naturally I would stick around every now and then . Consequently I started to change. Soon my parents found out so they set out to put a stop to this by walking with me to school. When I reached the Fifth grade my only friend started to drugs. He said they made him feel super good and that it was “just like taking a smarties candy pill same color and everything”. My brother had been talking to me about drugs in his middle school and how bad they were for the body, plus how a person could die from drugs previous to my friend telling me this. Then my friend offered me this pill and all that my brother said came to my mind, just simply denied his offer and spent the rest of elementary by myself up until I moved to Malakoff the spring

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.

Humor was always an interesting thing from his daughter. Very few expected the macabre from a young girl such as her, but he knew his little angel was a skewed mind and he accepted it with good grace. It was something he himself had, something that made him a little bit of an oddity amongst the people that knew him. That was what made him such a good Father perhaps, the fact that the social world seemed to be something that he would easily skip out on if it meant that he would not have to deal with the world of humanity. The utter annoying grouping of the species. It almost made him sneer sometimes as he looked at social media, Facebook postings, the utter insanity that the world had come to represent. Nevertheless it let him dedicate the proper time to a woman who deserved it. Not a wife, not a fiancée, and not a girlfriend.

I flung my weight against the handle of my red wagon. The giant container of mustard was the heaviest thing I have ever encountered. It didn’t matter how heavy this mustard was though because I had to get it to the park. As the sweat poured down my face, all I could think about was the bet that I had made with my best friend Tera. After losing multiple games of Scrabble, I wanted to win something too. This is when I decided to bet Tera that I could eat more mustard than she could. I knew Tera hated mustard as much as I did, so she wouldn’t have the advantage like always. This would be an easy win, and I could finally prove to her that I could be successful too.

My story started one night i was sleeping in my bedroom i woke up around 2:00 am and

Do you ever take life for granted or spend too much time with somethings and not with the ones you love well, that was the exact thing as Justine was thinking as he saw his family all grown and scared at him after 20 years.

Some of the biggest stars in history came from a rags to riches life. Some even being in the rags for the majority of their life and then towards the end finally came up to prosper. I think that anyone at any age can do anything they want as long as they have enough will and determination, and maybe even with a little help. My hero story follows my dad who follows this rags to riches lifestyle. Although he isn’t the next Jay Z, flashing off the big gold watches, rings, and necklaces, and married to miss Queen Bee herself, Beyoncé. My dad still came from next to nothing and now is one of the most successful people I know.

My mother always told me that there were two or three sides to the story. everybody have their own side I didn't particularly know which one I said it of course I have my own opinion in my own ideas but they just never really match the others in my family my own personal experience would have to involve my dear old friend Sarah.

July 12, 1995 When my life had began. My life used to be so great, when I was actually happy. All I cared about was family, we would all go out to eat every Tuesday. Our parents would always treat us good, as in “us” I mean my twin sister and I. Jullie was her name, she was so beautiful, she was my best friend. We would always go shopping together, it was our favorite thing to do together. June 14, 2010 was the last time I saw her. June 14 was the day everything went down, when part of me was lost.

My love story is full of sweet, bitter, sour, and salty feeling, but, in my mind, memories of the day that my husband left me alone in Viet Nam still engraved in my mind. The fear of losing someone I have treasured created a storm in my chest. Struggling with many obstacles, misunderstanding in communication, a storm in my husband’s chest appeared too.

I loved Bob with all my heart, or as much as you could love someone in 1252 in England as a female. I have told you about Bob before, haven’t I? He knew everything about me-from my favorite color to my deepest secrets. We did everything together, too; we went to the pond together, we went to the market together, we even ate together. We always exchanged “I love you” whenever we saw each other, and everyone thought we would eventually get married. He cared about me, and I cared about him. We were the perfect love story. Of course, all perfect stories must come to an end.

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.