Entries tagged with "love"
There has been one event in my life that has shaped me more as a human being and taught me more about understanding and comfort and caring more than any self-help book or Doctor could have. Any event in life that can shape someone that much is worth mentioning, even if never to be heard by anyone. Getting this off my chest right now has been more help to me personally than any doctor or drug could have.
Thank you for every minute of every tear I have shed.
Thank you, Brandon.
And I love you, uncle Scott. Please, always get tested for HIV/AIDS. I don’t ever want to forget my uncle like my family has. I love you, uncle Scott.
I’m sitting in Ann Arbor eating ice cream across from someone I’ve loved for a long time. He doesn’t even know it. We’ve been friends since my mom passed away after a four year battle against lung cancer. I love him ‘cause he doesn’t give me shit for smoking cigarettes. I know if I wasn’t moving to California we could be together. I think he knows we would help each other, but what he doesn’t know is that he could probably save me. He looks cute with the ice cream on his shirt. I feel funny writing all this with him so close…
Indiscretion is a bitch. I’m just sayin.
I’m losing touch losing touch losing touch… with him, with Him, and with them.
He’s just too far away right now. I can’t relate or love in the way I used to. I’m strongly attracted to other men and I know that I’m going to hurt him and it will be… My. Fault.
And He’s so bluntly misrepresented by the society I live in that I can barely speak of Him anymore. I believe and trust and follow… but if I can’t speak then… I. Fail.
And I am so sure of, but so afraid that, they don’t love me as much as they say they do. It would get better if I asked. Simple but… I. Can’t.
And what the hell do I do now? Those are my three rocks… but they’re being cracked… or worn down too much… or so jagged that I can’t rest on them anymore.
I. Am. Lost.
I think love languages are one of the most interesting things about people. Physical touch, quality time, acts of service, giving gifts and words of affirmation. I love figuring out how people show love and how they receive it best. I think we need to love more specifically and make sure that people feel appreciated. There is too much crap in this world right now for people not to know that they are great. I want to be a better lover and encourager.
I believe in soul-mates, sure. But not just one—I believe someone can have many soul-mates. They come in all different forms. As a mother, brother, mentor, lover, friend. A soulmate is someone who has touched your life in a way you cannot explain. They give you something you never knew you had. Through the most painful parts of my life it is that truth that keeps me going. When my first love left me I felt like there was nothing left in my life. Behind all the pain I realized I was changed. It is through pain that people learn the most about themselves. It sucks to think of all the pain in the world. However, when you get past it all you might just realize that those who have hurt you the most were just soul-mates passing through your life, changing you for the better. And it is emerging through the pain that helps you find what you really love in life. It took me the longest time to trust the men closest to me. I am still learning to not hate. Hate my father for being violent. Hate myself for not sticking up for my sister and me. Hate my mom for never speaking up. Hate the boy who broke me in two. Hate myself for going back to him time and time again.
But once I realized my hate was just a form of pain, I could let myself begin to heal. Through dealing with pain and hurt upfront, one slowly begins to trust again, to love again, and to accept that people who bring pain, joy, annoyance, laughter, or tears are just the soul-mates passing through your life, making you a better person. Only if you let them. If you live not in vain, but in love, you will find the latter.
I wanted to speak about my father, the greatest man I know. I was blessed to have him as a father for he gave me and my family everything he could muster. Since I was ten my mother contracted a rare hypothyroid illness and became a different person ever since. She never stopped loving us kids though. My father took on all the responsibilities of the house hold due to this. I attempted to help him, however, he denied me the opportunity. I asked him “Why not? I’m only trying to help.” My father responded “Cause you need to focus on your studies. I won’t be able to pay for your college or help you in any other way since I left work to help out here. This is the least I can do for you to have the best life you can have.” I will always remember this for the rest of my life. I wish I could thank him more and more for his efforts, however I feel it lays on deaf ears since from all the stress from years of unrest given by my mother who only complained and caused only grief. He formed two strokes and a pulmonary embolism. To this day my father has never looked, talked, or held me the same… Acting as if he’s in a fog with no recognition of his surroundings and I wish I could see him every weekend if possible in the nursing home he’s currently in. I love him and always will.
Who I was:
For a long time I refused to love. I purposefully disconnected myself from others, completely unwilling to give them any piece of myself. Not loving gave me strength. I was not vulnerable; I protected myself. Relationships were weaknesses and so were emotions. I was untouchable. I felt complete in the strength I had created. I wasn’t.
Who I am:
I realized the importance of connections with others. I began to see beauty in relationships and expressing emotions. I have experienced freedom in the vulnerability that is created when you care about someone. Today I am scared. I am scared that I do not know how to love. My boyfriend wants to marry me. He tells me he loves me; sometimes I know that I love him. I am afraid that neither of us will be able to make the sacrifices needed to make our relationship last forever. I want this to last forever, but I am afraid because I don’t know how. I have never given anyone any piece of me.
She has a boyfriend, she’s fucking me. I’ve never felt so used in my life.
I know that I will never be with her, I’ll only be an object when all I want is love. Why does she keep coming back?
My husband is amazing. I am madly in love with him. I have been since I was 13. I am now 27. I used to day dream of us watching movies and playing video games all day together. We are doing that right now, I am clicking on stumbleupon, and reading a guide for Fallout 3. I think he is about to finish the game (I am so EXCITED)!
I’m 20 years old and I’m in love with my best friend. Only problem is we are both girls, and I grew up in a traditional christian home. I’m having a hard time accepting that I’m not straight but I’m having an even harder time accepting that she loves me too but we can’t be together.
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