Narrative Essay About Falling In Love

I never noticed the beauty of life until then. I had always had regrets of what I had done or not done, I always have had second thoughts about my

Love is an interesting concept. Wikipedia describes love as “a variety of different emotional and mental states, typically strongly experienced” (Dictionary.com). Romeo and Juliet, written by Shakespeare, portrays the illogical choices that may be made when in love. Another source explains how love is addicting in the poem “The Raven” written by Edgar Allen Poe. “The Gift of the Magi” depicts people who mistake love for lust. The force of romantic love inflicts harm on many because it persuades lovers to make irrational decisions, it is negatively addictive, and many cannot differentiate love versus lust.

The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.

Much has been said about love, but if you search the horizon, you will discover that most of the things written about love are either pithy or cynical.

People tend to hold onto objects because it reminds them of an important past or significant people whom they received it from. There are countless items people hold onto, one of mine is a picture of me and my siblings. Although the photo is flat and meaningless to some people, in my perspective, there is an immense depth and value to to the actual object. This picture, which illustrates what appears to be me and my siblings having a good time, demonstrates the love I have for them.

She stands at 5'6’’ tall; she has pretty blonde hair, with the most beautiful green eyes you will ever see! Her smile, her smile still gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach. She walks with such grace, and she is not afraid to show or share her love for Christ! She does so much to make sure that I am more than satisfied. She is an amazing mother to our beautiful 4 year old daughter. As you might have figured out, that woman, she is my wife Amanda! I never thought we would be together; 4.5 years later, we have a beautiful love story.

We all have a moment in our lives where we experience something that changes the course of our lives. Sometimes it is a great thing, like winning the lottery or receiving a promotion. But sometimes it is the terrible things in life that have such profound impacts on our futures. For me, it all happened in the time between seconds.

What we found out was that love wasn’t a thing that just happened and what happened wasn’t love, just two ignorant people trying to fit a square block in a circle hole. Times we hung out included lunch time at school, birthday parties, and Facebook. We never really got to go on “dates” or whatever we wanted because of us not being able to drive. For that slowly grew to the extinguishment of our bond. I remember being on my laptop on the couch talking through our problems and then that’s when my change began. She broke up with me and my young heart fell to pieces as my mind tried to find a place where it could resolve. In my mind, the world had ended and my god had abandoned

"From one minute to the next, my life was never to be the same again," recalls a Girl

One late morning in 1914, I leaned against the newly painted silver railings of the large Majestic, a beautiful ship with a black bottom and a bright white top. Murky, charcoal-black smoke came out of the three enormous, grey, cylinder-shaped chimneys, which began combining with the fresh sea air. The thunderous boat horn was then suddenly blasted, interrupting the beautiful, calming noises of the sea. I heard the screeches of the white seagulls choke as they flied through the tenebrous smoke. I took a deep breath of the crisp air, and held onto the cool railings. With my eyes focusing on the horizon where the sky meets the sea, I noticed how the soft, shimmering sun bleed through the dark white clouds, pouring

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

It was the summer before my senior year at John I. Burton had started. I had been dating what I thought was the love of my life. His name was Alex Dean. His bright green eyes and sandy brown hair were my favorite things about him. Alex treated me with so much kindness during our relationship, and I had never had anyone treat me that way before. He was very trustworthy, but he also had a very jealous and controlling side to him. He would always say things like, “You can just text me tomorrow morning since you are going to Kacie’s, I am not going to have to beg for you to text me back.” This should have been my first red flag. Instead of investigating why it would make him so angry when I would spend time with anyone other than him, I just replied with my usual, “Alex, honey, you know I love you more than the stars. If you would rather me come home and spend time with you, that’s what I will do.” Often, I would end up being miserable while hanging out with my closest friends all because Alex was being a jealous, controlling asshole. I never really noticed or cared how controlling and jealous he was until we broke up. Young love had blinded me.

And now suddenly, you're alone. You see little of each other, and when you do it doesn't mean anything. You wonder if you will ever care again about anyone else. You doubt that you can get over this painful experience. But time does wonderful things to heal the hurts of the heart, and especially for those who are willing to work toward their own recovery.

Love is an abundant emotion that has different degrees. There is familial love, friendly love, unconditional love, and of course romantic love. Romantic love will be the superstar of this article. Romantic love may be around every corner whether between an old couple or a young teenage romance. However, love is not the easiest thing to attain. It is such a simple concept, though a difficult thing to actually have a person’s hands on.