My Love : The Love Of My Life

In the middle of my junior year, I was finally happy. Hanging with new friends and enjoying my life as a single high school student. I had never dated someone at Grassfield High School. I felt I would end high school without having one. This changed at an unexpected time. I remember walking to the junior lot everyday and Grant Holloway, who everyone knows, teased me daily about my passion for Ohio State. I thought it was innocent since he was going to a Southeastern Conference non-powerhouse in football – well at least I feel it is a non-powerhouse. One day, my friend Gabby said something to me about him teasing me. She questioned if he was interested in me and I shrugged it off because I knew he was off and on with his ex. Until one day, I

In the story, “The Love of My Life”, written by T. Coraghessan Boyle, two teenagers engage themselves in an unforgiving event that shocks America. Two teenagers, honor students at that, have been dating for awhile and having safe sexual relations with one another while they were in high school. Everything was going great for them in the relationship until they went on a five day camping trip together with little to no protection that led them to reproduce. After a long nine months of carrying and then finally delivering the baby, they both made a drastic decision by getting rid of “it” and throwing the baby in a dumpster, crushing the skull and leaving a mark not only on the baby, but on America’s eyes. In the article, “Kids Who Commit Violent Crimes: Are They . . . Spoiled?”, author Leonard Pitts Jr. claims society is the reason why kids in this generation are corrupt. He believes that kids are stupid and conduct foolish crimes because of the spoiledness they have

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.

It was important for me to hear someone else say that their mother never said that they love them. My mother also was not an affectionate person, neither was my father much, although I can remember my father playing with us and rubbing his stubby beard against our face and tickling us at times. I never remember any play time from my mother. Yet it was shown in other ways that she loved us deeplhery. It wasn't much attention shown to me or my six other siblings. As I was growing up I just never heard "I love you" from either parents. I never hugged her until my teen years. When we would talk about things, her voice was very soft but at the same time somewhat stiff. I wander if her childhood and teen years were similar to mine. I think she had it hard since she was the oldest girl of five, and she had two children out of wedlock at a young age. If we look at those traits we are very different in raising our children and it is intentional. I hug, I say I love you, I kiss (A lot) my son as a baby, child, adolescent, and adult. Although as an adult I have noticed he gives me kisses way more often then his teenage years. I have always hugged him and he never thought twice with hugging me anywhere at anytime. That is just the way we roll with each other. In high school he was far from a perfect

The first couple of years of high school were not as carefree as I had imagined. I was expecting Friday night football, cheap concession food, and exhilarating pep rallies. I was expecting parties and late nights discovering the many historic streets of Nashville. Just when everything would have fallen into place, I met a boy. Our first date was on a dreary autumn afternoon. The roads were wet from a heavy downpour that occurred the previous night. He gave me his black and gold letterman jacket while we sat outside talking, right before he leaned in and smacked his lips on mine. The kiss was messy and now that I think about it, gross. Most of our time was spent just the two of us. Because of this, I never got to have the “Charlie experience” I was hoping for

As the majority of people grow older we begin to see that life is unfair in so many ways. We see that some people have it easier financially while some have it hard, others are born athletic and others aren’t, and some find love early and or easily while some will never find it. When you think about what life is truly about you’ll come to realize the grim truth of life and its true purpose. All in all life is made unfair to force people to change and the changes we choice to make effect so much of the future that we could never begin to comprehend.

"The love of my life" ,this story made me think about my own life of many things I could relate too.

“They said freshman year would be the easiest. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am,” I thought to myself.

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat

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

Have you ever had something you love taken away from you in the worst way possible? Believe it or not, I have had that happen to me. It wasn't something material like a phone, book or even money. It was something much more precious, something that you only find once in a lifetime. This thing was taken away in a way that you might think has ceased to exist or would only happen in the medieval times. Thanks to the idiots and ignorance of the people being misled. Our natural response to something that we don't understand is to automatically consider it bad or evil.

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

Dear family, mother, father, dearest grandmother, and beloved cousins, if my misfortune is your happiness, then I'll gladly suffer. If my wails at night are music to your ears, then I’ll write you a symphony. If my blood, sweat, and tears keep you shining, then I’ll bleed you an ocean. To my family of whom I would do anything for, if the Hannah Pham in front of you doesn't meet your standards, then, I’ll gladly see her out.

Love was never something I knew much about until I met Tjerron. We met on July 11th, 2015. That day I knew I had found the love of my life. “Never have I felt that I could be all that you see. It’s like our hearts have intertwined and to the perfect harmony.” (Major, This Is Why I Love You) Tjerron is a symbol of “everything I want” and represents unconditional love, perfection, and a great significant other. Unconditional Love is one example of how he represents the symbol of “everything I want.” He shows complete Unconditional Love twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. He made sure I knew he loved me every day. Tjerron never let a day pass without saying those three words I Love You. He gave me constant affection, emotionally and physically. He made the greatest effort to spend his extra time with me every day, and provide the love needed in a relationship. He offered his all and 100% into our relationship. I never knew anyone could love me, or that I would ever feel the love he gave. I come with a lot of imperfection and me loved me nevertheless. He never judged me, nor turned his back on me. When I would feel down he would always find ways to bring me up from a low place. I love food so he would take me to my favorite food place Chick-fil-a. Or he would plan the most romantic dates. He exhibited the best and most unconditional love ever. Tjerron represents the true image of perfection in my eyes. He isn’t lazy like plenty of the current generation of men. He is a

“You and I were probably never meant to be, but I loved every second I spent with you” is a saying that comes to mind when I think of my first real boyfriend, my first real love. Because of my attraction to him I spent two years putting my all into a relationship that I never expected would end in devastation. I was 15 and a sophmore in highschool and thought I understood human nature. How wrong I was. Let me explain what caused my first heartbreak.