Today I am sitting in bed overthinking everything that has happened for the past year, for the 5th time this week. I don’t get why Anthony is still trying to get with me and after everything that’s happened between us you would think damn he hates her or just wow he’s finally over her. Well no he isn’t, he still “loves” me and at this point it’s exhausting being “loved” by someone that truly never cared. Young love sucks ass. It’s been so long and me and him are still fighting over the same stuff that happened a year ago. We fought everyday and night and it always just left me crying in the middle of the night while the words/phrases such as “This is all your fault/this is on you this time” and all the times he would apologize about something just ran through my mind a million times making me question what I did wrong for him to say all these things.
Before Anthony I was happy and carefree. I was convinced I wouldn't fall in love and get obsessed over someone ever again, especially him. I really never understood why Austin would always go back to me, maybe it was the fact that I was the first girl that has ever cared for him so much and the only way he could take that was to hurt me, cheat on me, say things that shouldn’t have been said. His so called “love” was so confusing because love is protecting someone from the pain and not causing it, you just don’t destroy the people you love. Anthony was capable to love me but he chose to be toxic. I was always available so I was
He asked, “Who was that guy I saw you talking to in the hallway this morning?” “Oh that’s just my neighbor Ashton, he was walking me to my first period,” I explained. Then out of nowhere I felt a sting across my face. He said, “Ashton isn’t your boyfriend Leah.” That was the first time, the powder keg, the genesis of the abuse. He hit me for small things. Not wearing the right shoes, not answering his texts immediately, and not loving him enough. Luke was my everything, but I couldn’t save him from the one thing he hated the most, himself.
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 thought Coleman cared but I was just lying to myself. I keep painting these pretty pictures in my head of all the things that could be and its ruining me. I read too many books with too many ridiculous love stories that all have a happy ending. Now I’m sitting on a mattress in the middle of my parents living room because I went to school and don’t even get to keep my room. It’s 1:36 AM and I’m crying because I’m lonely and every time I think hey maybe this guy cares a little bit he goes and proves me wrong reminding me that not only are platonic relationships impossible but sex is the biggest factor in any type of relationship with me. I have no friends and people just keep leaving me. I already had “daddy issues” or well whole family issues. Now i cannot even get over Coleman because I thought for once in my life someone liked and cared about me by choice not because they were family are stuck in a small town school where no one understood them but by his own free will he picked me. He had me from the moment he said “Everyone likes you but i like like you.” He may not even remember that but it touched me in away that makes no since and that I cannot explain. I keep thinking in my head did I love him is that what is
It all started when I met Julien. Now, don’t get me wrong, he was a nice guy and all, but he got on my nerves. For the most part, we were friends. I mean, we got into arguments here and there, but nothing too serious. That is, until a few weeks ago.
It has been two years since my last episode by the name of Jackson. I feel so lost in my position for that relationship. Love can make you do and say the craziest things. It will even make you feel so courageous. Yes, he had the best of me; although, it brought out the worst in me. I must have danced to his every song and played his every game. Not knowing that at anytime this could or would be our last time to laugh, to dance, or sleep together. I gave so much and he took ALL and so much more. Still… I blame nobody but myself. All the ranting and raving to prove a point…. He only did what he was allowed. He wasn’t pressured or pulled to. I activated my words to cultivate all the flames that ignited between us; however, Darold is nothing short
Love is defined as “a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person”. Love is something that everyone has felt at one time or another in life. But nowadays people tend to use the word love so frivolously. Love is something people spend their whole lives searching for, while others fall in and out of love on a daily basis. Love is rarely defined because everyone experiences love in their own way. But in order to understand what love is, you must first understand some of the different types of love like fraternal, platonic, and romantic. These are a few types of love that help to define such a special and complicated emotion that we all need to live a complete and fulfilling life.
I visited my long distance boyfriend a few times after he came out of the hospital. He was very different from the man I knew before. He became sullen, introspective and worst of all violent toward me. Over a year his behaviour toward me became worse. After one particular WhatsApp conversation I couldn’t take it anymore and I broke it off. Two and a half years wasted on a man who, at one moment, treated me like a queen, and at another, nearly broke my spirit.
What should I do with my life? Should I start a new life or fight for Candice. I feel like if I keep thinking about her I might become obsessive. However, I can’t in fact I won’t stop caring about her. While having all of these thoughts on my head, my phone started ringing. It was Austin. “Hey man! What’s up?” he said. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I went and visited Candice, you told me the truth. Not only does she look pale but also looks sick as well, she’s taking some pills Adam gave her. I talked to her, she didn’t recognize me in addition, I had to lie. She thinks I’m her boy best friend. I just hope when the time comes, she can forgive me for all of the lies, I have told. On the other hand, I kissed her. To make a long story short, Adam is not taking care of her for this reason I need to talk to him. Do you know how to get to their house?” I explained. “Yeah, I know where they live. Do you want me to send you the directions?” he asked. “It would be awesome if you did. I’ve never told you this before, thank you for being here for me. I’m so grateful to have you in my life,” I
My boyfriend loved me, and it felt like a miracle. “Are you going to leave me?” “Are you going to marry me?” “Why can’t you come back today?” were only few of the questions that arose from my trust issues. I would call him too many times and leave him too many texts, even when I knew he was busy. The once sweet girlfriend that I was had let go of herself. My troubled emotions were seeping into our relationship. Each time a fight broke out, my boyfriend used to eventually come around and reassure me he wasn’t going anywhere. With his affirmation, our relationship would survive. But one can only take so much, and this time he had finally left me. All I wanted at that moment was to have him back and fill the space. The last thing I could do was to give anyone
As the months go by, my English teacher decided to talk about relationships in high school. He ranted on saying, “As much as we ‘love’ each other”. It not real, at the moment. Never really understood what he meant, because my mindset was not there yet. As months went by with my boyfriend, things were great. I felt mature because he was older than me by one year. He made me focus on objects or social events more than about my grades.I would skip my classes, always be on my phone , or always be with him. Later on, we were at 6 months together, and that’s when everything went crashing down. It became really toxic for me. We broke things off, and it crushed me. Like my heart sank into my stomach. As I began crying in the bathroom, I wanted to tell someone, like my mom or dad. Except I never wanted to tell my parents anything , especially about boys. So I held it in for awhile. Then later
Love has many different meanings to different people. For a child, love is what he or she feels for his mommy and daddy. To teenage boy, love is what he should feel for his girlfriend of the moment, only because she says she loves him. But as we get older and "wiser," love becomes more and more confusing. Along with poets and philosophers, people have been trying to answer that age-old question for centuries: What is love?
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.
Love is a powerful feeling; it makes you do crazy thing. Many people spend years trying to find it, others give up thinking they’ll never find it. Love has been defined as an intensive feeling of a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone. Of course, Love doesn 't have to romantic and/or sexual. People who are ace, as in asexual, aromantic and agender, can still be in relationships that are satisfying for them without the needs of a romantic relationship. Familial love is also non-romantic-sexual. However, in this paper, we will be talking about romantic-sexual love, what it is, and why I believe it’s so important to understand and experience.
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.
For months everything was perfect just like most relationships, we weren’t fully comfortable, we didn’t argue, we didn’t have a lack of trust. It was absolutely perfect. Once we came to about 6 months he left for the first time, and it broke my heart. We had our space, worked things out and eventually got back together. After a couple more months of being okay, he left again. Once again we gave each other space, worked through it and got back together. After finally working everything out i had a concern of a girl he was around and had been talking to. He had promised that it was nothing and that they were just childhood friends, i believed him at first until it started to become more frequent. After fighting about that many times, he ended up leaving, and that third time had me absolutely shattered from the inside, out. I had a very low self esteem, and couldn’t find it in myself to stay healthy and happy. I let myself fall through very deep cracks, and wasn’t sure how I would back out.