Love In Love : My Love Of Love

It was love. Genuine love. It was something that neither of us had ever expected, nor experienced in for a while with either sex. He had seen the affection in my eyes and had reflected it right back at me. We gazed in shock for a few long minutes, seeing one another lovingly. I ended the

Fairy tales tell us that once upon a time a girl met a boy; they fell in love, and lived happily ever after. Reality is not that simple. Long-term relationships force couples to get to know each other, involve themselves in each others’ worlds, fight through the hard times, and eventually develop deeper connections as noted through distinctive stages of Knapp’s relationship model. Although I have dated the same person for over two years, our communication through relationship stages makes it seem as though I am now dating a different person than the one I met years ago. Following dissolution and subsequent repair, I realize the most exhilarating of roller coaster rides develop through sets of ups and downs, much like the

"I fell in love with the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.", "I fell in love with the way you touched without using your hands."; these were just some of the quotes that I read, and connected when I thought about him. I didn't want to admit it, I waved it all off as a crush, puppy love, and it's just teenage hormones. The reality was I was falling for him with every passing moment. This feeling is so peculiar; it stretches throughout my whole body. It's inundating, yet makes me feel complete. It feels as though I'm in a dangerous fire, yet I'm completely safe at the same time. It feels as though someone's given me tranquility. It feels as though my heart is dancing around my chest; and a hole, I never knew was there, has been filled. I feel so light like I'm on top of the world yet my heart is constricting and it feels as if there's no oxygen in my lungs. When we made eye contact in the halls it seemed as if everyone else stopped and for a few moments in time it was just us. If only that were true.

Eventually, he had introduced you to a new world and with it, new life-long friends. He was a bit sad to part with you, but he said that exploration would help you grow. So you said your farewells and promised to stay in touch. You always made sure to uphold that vow by visiting him every now and again.

It made me want to know more about you. The day you gave me applesauce, and then started crying because you didn’t want to give it away? That’s the moment I started to fall in love with you. Every Time I saw you after that, I fell in love with you more, until it felt like I was living for the days when I got to see you, and the rest of my life was just spent waiting for those days.

Love. A word used in so many different ways that it has no true definition. Loves nature can be described as a white light of emotion . The essay “ Love’s Vocabulary” by Diane Ackerman states “ As with all intoxicants, love comes in many guises and strengths.” Even though love has its hard at times it can also give someone a new found strength. The essay discusses all aspects of love . The most important aspect of love is compassion because can be difficult, create change, and needs to be understood.

He told me it was love and I swallowed it dry, but I’ve been gone three months and even in this state, my mind lost in a language I do not know, that was not love.

I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body

Once upon a midnight summer, while I danced to the daintily drummer, The rhythmic sound, paired to my fierce, tender heartbeat As I stopped, I started staring, then I began caring, For me, you were daring, daring and sweet, You pulled me closer, wrapping your arms around me, making me feeling complete Something about you makes me feel offbeat Your dangerously sharp eyes caught me, picked me up, and spun me around, Forgetting all my regrets and just living up these nights, My heart laced with love, and my mind, boggling with infinite thoughts,

The next thing I remember is us sitting at the local pub getting a beer and talking about everything between the sky and ocean. That's how it all started and eventually we fell in love. After being a couple for three years he decided to join the army, but that wasn't the only surprise. He proposed. Never have I've been so happy and sad at the same time before. Because even though he officially was mine now, I had already lost him. Well at least for six months, but I was afraid it was going to be more than that. What if I lost him

He proceeded to take out containers of food. We had a picnic in the middle of a forest. The smell of crisp air and rich soil, the evening light shining through the leaves. It was all so romantic. He told me he was an artist. I asked what he painted and he said everything. I wanted to see one of his paintings. We got lost in time together and I felt so comfortable with him. I didn’t worry about anything in that moment, I didn’t even worry about how much I had to eat. I didn't worry about the controlling husband waiting on the couch for me at home, watching night time television. I was serene for once. On the way home we passed a bakery and decided to stop for some cake. I picked a piece of red velvet cake with fluffy white icing. It was rich and smooth and as I ate I thought about how I could live in this moment forever.

It’s been three weeks, two days and 3 hours since you shattered every feeling I had for you. The simple question ‘how are you?’ is drowned by the recurring song of your haunting voice saying “We’re done”... yet you still remind me of home. The train rides spent with your head on my shoulder, my thumb rubbing the back of your hand. The random road trips, with the sun giving light of

Luv smiled. Rick wanted nothing more than to make her happy, at least in bed. In her heart, she knew she wasn’t ready for another serious relationship and he wasn’t either. Why did she have to pigeonhole it, name and analyze it? She told herself he cared for her. He'd said as much. It was kind of sexy thinking of herself as his mistress or lover. Once you give yourself a label like girlfriend or fiancee' there's list of expectations and responsibilities that come with it. She’d often told women to feed their partner’s fantasies if they were within reason. This was within reason. Lover was much sexier than the other labels. No baggage either. The only expectation was that of pleasure. Before now she hadn't considered herself a live in the moment

The fairy tales say that once upon a time a girl met a boy; they fell in love, and lived happily ever after. Reality is not that simple. Long-term relationships force couples to get to know each other, involve themselves in each others’ worlds, fight through the hard times, and eventually develop deeper connections through distinctive stages of Knapp’s relationship model. Although I have dated the same person for over two years, the stages of our communication make it seem as though I am now dating a different person following dissolution and subsequent repair. However, even the most exhilarating of roller coaster rides develop through a combination of ups and downs, much like the stages of a relationship.

Seeing you everyday and making memories that I know I won’t ever forget, us texting from 10 am to 3 in the morning daily, and making promises that later would be broken. I shouldn’t have been so naive. I should have kept my guards up because you broke me. You left me scarred, and as cliche as that sounds, it’s true. I’m completely different now. You tore every feeling from my soul and didn’t give it back. What made you change on me? What did I do wrong for you to stop loving me? I was so dependant on that love. I needed that love. I had such a strong endearment for you, but you just took that away too. You promised me you wouldn’t change but you did. You actually made me believe for once I could be loveable. Not just in a romantic way, but just in general, because no one has ever made me feel loved. Not my mom, not my dad, not anyone. Until you came along to give me light in my dark, dark world. You soon became a burned out lightbulb, and left me in the dark once again. I just want you to know though, that my love for you was