Narrative Essay About True Love

Love is not labeled with a number, from a young age, we are taught remorse and the act of caring for others and their feelings. For me, falling in love at only 14 was the biggest emotional roller coaster I have ever been on. Giving someone all of you is never easy, but giving all of you to the completely wrong person can be considered a tragedy. With falling in love, you must be prepared for either the most agonizing pain or stupefying feeling ever felt, it is a win or lose game with no in between.

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.

     “I love you.” These three little words might possibly be the most powerful statement one can make to another person. In life, most yearn for the intimate affection that a certain someone can provide them. Women dream of their Prince Charming to come and sweep them off their feet, while men search for the love of their life that sets their heart on fire. But what happens when love is thrown around without a second thought? Has this four letter word become an overused cliché? Has love been replaced with lust? Is there such a thing as true love? This last question has been asked throughout history, while many have argued and debated over the final answer. We, as a society, have become a loveless, sex crazed group

The relationship in my family was dysfunctional. Nobody could get a long for at least one day. In my family there is the mother, two sisters, and a brother. There is a “step-dad” in and out of our lives. Out of all three of us kids, we all had separate fathers. None of them really acted their part. We would be lucky if one of our dads even called. Basically we have one parent. It has always been

As we grow up in life, we grow up with the understanding that we are loved or to give love. Sometimes that love turns into hate depending on the circumstances which it involves. As Christians, we are taught to show and give love to all and not to hate anyone. God directs us to teach others to do the same. With that being said, love and hate have an enormous amount of meaning that can be explained in a Theological, Biblical and Practical manner.

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.

Well it was a saturday night and i was horny i met this guy online he was 36 he loves i was only 18. we talked about dirty things we wanted to try he had experince told me a couple stories. with a couple of boys he fucked they could'nt handle his cock only his old forward from back home and girls. Jay Told me he had a sexy ass boy who teased him and never came threw.

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

Music and life are diverse, with soft and soothing lullabies and large and rhapsodic thrillers. But there is no in between. Love, however, is like a symphony. Constantly rising and falling, exquisitely unpredictable, but beautiful and unique nonetheless. Dissonant, and yet still comes together to create something otherworldly. It is rare to witness a kind of love that manages to make one feel infinite. It is even rarer to have this kind of love last. Although, when people are young, they are more likely to have diminutive tastes of this love and are bound to advance the prospect of it in the future. I have been lucky enough to experience this symphony and I hope others are fortunate enough to encounter this illustrious phenomenon we all call love.

I knew that she probably wasn’t making the best choices, but i still loved her. I still love her, and I couldn’t believe she would do something this serious to my family.

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

When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first day at school, she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have this, you’re my new friend.” I took it appreciatory stunned by this tiny girl with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told off; sand was not allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut out tiny pictures of animals, we would tape them to our tables. We’d share older siblings and she’d slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much she began to snort. Summer was the best because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up and what set her apart from any other classmate, was she was always making me smile. She’d buy red ice-pops from the cafeteria and would hold my hand with her sticky sugar coated ones during recess. It seemed as if nothing could compare to her gapped tooth smile and messy hair. I remember thinking of our days as being the best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly jokes and coloring.

I always dated guys that were bad news. I only started dating at eighteen and I'm twenty one now. The guys I dated were either into drugs, cheating, alcohol, or just not good for me. They got me in to some bad things.

No I’m not saying my life is completely awful, I do have good moments but not as often as I do bad ones. A plethora amount of problems started with my mom and somehow moved its way towards my dad and then my siblings. Everything isn’t how it should be and where there should be love there is hate and it just makes everything even more stressful when trying to focus on work and education. My dad is the type of person everyone wants to know and love but behind the walls of the house he takes all the anger in him and releases it like a tormented dragon on the knights he calls his family. My mom is a people pleaser but that gets in the way a lot because she tries to please so much that all the stress she gets from the day she holds back comes back home with her and wrecks everything. My house is a constant alarm clock going off that has no snooze button. There is never a silent moment. There is never peace.