Torn and Confused, but I love You Essay

This is not a single day when I haven’t thought about you. You are most genuinely kind, intelligent person I’ve ever met. You have always been there for me. You always fill me with happiness. In return, I promise I’ll always be by your side and to support you for the rest of my life. I am very happy to see this friendship grows as we become closer everyday over the last six years. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I am afraid to hurt our friendship in exchange for love – we can do both. I don’t know if you feel the same way I do. That’s okay if you don’t but I showed my courage to tell you I will always love you. Can’t wait to see you soon on Thanksgiving and to tell you all wonderful

There was agony in my heart, however, as I felt that his affections for me didn't surpass the desire we had so regularly and eagerly tried to fulfill. Suddenly, I felt that it was necessary to apologize to him for loving him so much.

"I . . . love you, too." The difficulty of saying those words overwhelmed me. I had always seen myself as someone with solid, untouchable emotions. At that moment, though, I was in a fragile, quivering state; and I could not believe I had conjured such a false image of myself.

Thank you for giving me the chance to keep looking for the love I should have. I really hope you take advantage of your decision as well, to look for the kind of love and care that’s better for you. Thank you for not being selfish and possessive, for not keeping my heart in captivity. Thank you for setting me free knowing it’s not only for my good but for the both of us.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Don’t do this to yourself again, I told myself. He’s gone. He doesn’t want you, he chose her. I still remember the day you told me you loved someone else. I can still feel my face fall and hear my heart break. I wanted to hate you, but I wanted to hate her even more. But I couldn’t make myself hate either of you, especially not the person who once brought me so much happiness.

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.

I couldn’t happen, but notice the terrible disagreement you engaged in with your dearest lover Allie. The way you two were talking to each other and the words that were exchanged appeared to be a huge conflict. To begin, the first problem you seem to have is relationship dissolution. Relationship dissolution is the breaking or dissolving of the bonds that hold the relationship together. A huge reason behind this may be because you are very verbally abusive. When you called Allie names such as “pain in the ass” it did not help, but make the conflict worse. Instead of calling Allie names you should seek to engage in more productive communication such as, not using vulgar words or explaining the issue is a more appropriate manner. In addition,

Slowly yet rapidly everything started crumbling on itself. One night of no calling turned into no calling in a week. All the things that were said are now part of the past. A couple months later of silence, I attempted to start conversation again which was to be followed by more silence. And there it all ended.

I loved you more than I loved myself. Not even, I was in love with you, and you broke my heart by breaking it off between us without even blinking an eye. When I called you on the phone a couple hours later, you sounded like you absolutely hated me, and that hurt even more. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not trying to sound like a victim. I’m sure you hurt or were hurting too.) We used to talk just about everyday for the past year or so. Not talking to you everyday is so strange. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time. Whenever something happens - whether good or bad - and want to run to tell you about it. I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I also lost my real best friend, and my first real, true love. I really thought you were the one. After all, we were talking about going on a mini vacation by ourselves in the summer. You were supposed to come to my Abuela’s wedding and spend your 20th birthday with

When I'm around you and your smile, I tend to get the butterflies, you make me so happy, you've healed my broken heart and sealed the cracks with your love, everytime you smile, kiss me, hold me, tell me you love me and hold my hand, I am reminded of how lucky I am and how amazing you truly are I guess you can say that i'm giving you my heart to hold and all the love I could possibly give

While I was a lost boy in a dream world, that was only filled of you and me together. I know you saw this. Ill still have a dream world but I want it to be one we both create together, I know you have a brilliant mind. You will always light me up like the sun. Thats the best dream world I can possibly imagine and it basically makes me cry like a kid, because I only bring out the best in me. I know its probably odd being the center of my universe or a heavy burden.. but don't let it be, its pretty simple in my head and my love for you is unconditional and always will be, the good and the bad. I've only held you the closest to me above all others always, because you are my heart.

At the end, I think you knew that, and though you accused me with words and violence, I remained faithful for the few years we had. Even if I begged you to release me, your jealousy and your desire to feel young again would never have allowed you to let me go.

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.

Bit by bit, you started breaking him. Bit by bit, you tore him down. He didn’t realize it at first, but you were slowly destroying him inside. You aren’t that person who is viewed as a hero who overcame obstacles, there was nothing there; no wall blocking you out. When his guard was let down, he let you in -- opening, about everything. So why did you think it was necessary to rub salt into open wounds or scratch scars open again? Have you ever stop and consider his feelings or were you high on being righteous, truly believing that every thought spoken out loud was honorable? You are no hero, king, nor a prince charming. You didn’t sweep him off his feet, you cut the ground out from under him. Where is, he supposed to stand now? Where will the

Yet I promised myself I would never look at you again. Or that I would avoid it as much as possible. It hurt every time I did, turning around and realizing I had disappointed you.