my first love essay

The first time I tried Smashburger I showed so much affection to it! I requested to drive to Smashburger and be capable going anytime I wanted too. In my whole life time, i’ve never taken a chance to eat something different than burgers, pizza, and much food. Then came Smashburger. The food tasted outstanding and unbelievable. Many items on the menu sounded stunning, and mouth watering. Sometimes I enjoy going for an everyday simple meal, but other times I look forward to finding food that is exquisite

Some people love it, others not so much. It can bring joy, happiness and laughter, but can bring just as much destruction, danger and misery. When it first touches the ground, fresh, pure, unaffected, it’s like a lovely white blanket that covers our world. However, once it becomes black, mushy and hard, we get tired of seeing it, hoping the sun melts it all away as soon as possible. It’s a cycle which repeats itself over and over again. It’s sort of like a relationship, which, in my mind, consists

every aspect of life with the all omnipotent creator as the center. Throughout my life I have fallen short of these expectations again and again in a cycle we call, sin. However, God forgives this sin daily with such grace and mercy. I believe God will use my sin, my life, in ways that I can not even begin to fathom, to further his kingdom. This past summer I served as a counselor at a local christian camp. During my first week of counseling I met a boy named Blake. Blake was the sort of kid who walked

October, of the orange, crisp leaves. While you are in no way overweight, you are definitely softer than her. Her hands are delicate, you’re always afraid you’ll crush them, so you hold her hand loosely. You can’t decide what color her eyes are. At first, they seem blue, but the next time you see her you could swear they’re green, and occasionally they look a stormy grey. She has princess hands, the kind you see in movies, the kind that seems perfect in soft, long gloves that go all the way up to

The waves are starting to rise, gaining it strength to do some damage. People on the shore, their eyes had gotten wider as the waves are getting closer. They had started to panic, quickly gathering their things and holding their love ones’ hand, tightly, so they won’t get captured by the waves. Scouting like little fire ants, looking for homes, shelter, or anything that protects us from this massive waves; however, they realized they’re unable to control the speed. Everything that has been touch

I love watching movies. Their ability to transport you to another world for two hours and make you care about people that aren’t real is the most unrecognized form of magic. I’m not a critic, so any movie will do, as long as I’m interested enough to watch it. Many movies stick in my mind, whether it’s a hilarious joke, an awesome fight scene, or simply a unique plot. There is one movie, however, which stands out among them all. A film I had never heard of before viewing called Prisoners. From start

experience I have ever had is when I was met with the negative opinions of someone I was madly in love with. Just because they say that they love you does not mean that they will not say or do things that will hurt you or make you feel self-conscious. At times this can be due to jealousy or wanting to keep you feeling bad to make themselves feel better about themselves. At the age of eighteen I was just beginning my life, at the time I decided to put off college and go straight

half, dropping it into the water. We’re both silent as we fall into a natural way of occupying the same space without colliding into one another. Although Beau’s hands find my waist as he moves me a fraction to the right so he can open the silverware drawer. Electrical currents light up my insides. Every time he brushes past me, I

Chapter Eleven “All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days, days & days.” —Hafez The morning was bright and clear. In other words, a perfect day to return home. Dylan felt awful slipping out of Salim’s cabin. He was working on his papers—Dylan didn’t know what exactly, but he was busy writing lists, referring to others, and generally working. There were the usual thirty or so men on the deck looking to their individual jobs, whether

try to hold my gaze for as long as he can, as if he’s trying to talk to me through he’s eyes like I would understand. Eli never left my side again after finding him with Marie by accident. Marie been shooting glares at me if she wants me to start something so she can probably kick me out or something. Whenever she would try to talk down on me, I would kill her with kindness. Eli would sometimes be shock at my behavior and kept asking me if he should to talk to her about