Love and Relationships

ARE WE JUST FRIENDS?

My hair is long and soft, lying across your naked belly. You stroke it absentmindedly as I read you stories from an old literature book. I love these stories. Hidden gems that no one really reads any more. My copy of the book is tattered and soft with age and use. It feels like well worn leather and smells in that way that only old books do. I don’t think you enjoy the stories as much as I do, but you listen to me read just because you enjoy hearing my voice. You enjoy stroking my hair. My curls tangle as you pull them through your fingers, but neither of us minds. When you hit a snag, you delicately pick it out until my hair glides through your fingers again. I know my dark curls are so different from your silky straight blonde strands, and at first it made me self conscious even to...

REALIZING THAT HE ISN’T THE ONE (& LIKING IT)

He saved me. I hate to say it but he really did. For over a year I had be swimming around in confusion and putting my interests on anyone who would give me attention but never for long enough for me to care about them. I balanced on a wall leaning down to give time to anyone who asked for it but never jumped down into their arms because that would mean I might break. Then he came and I jumped off that wall faster than I could have ever fallen. I dove right into him and soaked myself in his love for months. It lifted me up and protected me. He took the time to know me and love every part of my aching soul. I was completely his and yet still free to live as I wanted. He helped me grow and he watered my roots every single day. We were unbreakable and ready to be together for the rest of our l...

WARRIOR BRIDE

She was putting on the final touches to her wedding make up when her soon to be sister in law entered the room. She turned around and asked, “Where did you get the set?” The sister in law answered, “My aunt gave me it to wear.” She got up from the stool and went to search for her soon to be mother in law. “Why did you open the suitcase and give the set to your niece without my permission?” “Permission? Now I have to get permission. Hmm. What’s yours is ours so it doesn’t matter. It looks good on her. I told her that her dearest Cousins wife gifted the set to her.” The girl was shell shocked and pissed off. Quietly she found the sister in law and asked her to remove the set. Took all her stuff from the room and marched to her dad. ...

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?

“I don’t hate you, darling. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to continue to stand by your side and be here for you.” After sitting on my bed, swallowing tears and clapping while yelling, “Keep it together! Keep it together!” I responded with love rather than lashing out like my brain wanted me to. “I don’t deserve you.” Was her response. In that moment, any normal person would have agreed and walked away right then and there. And maybe I would have if I were any “normal” person, but, I told her, “Let’s not talk about that right now. Getting through this is what matters.” Not everyone will understand my dedication to her during all of this. I’m not expecting anyone to. This was rock bottom. This was something even I didn’t know if I could handle sticking around for. This thing that ...

ME…MYSELF

I like to read, Yet don’t read books; I love to write, But unable to use heavy words; I love music, Yet an awful singer; I am a foodie, But can never taste well; I love to laugh around, Yet hide enormous tears inside; I’m having high goals, Yet carry a tedious posture; I want to live life, But struggle through every day and night;   Yes, I’m a sum of imperfect mess; But, You will fall for me, every time you’ll know me…   Author: Chandrima Mishra Email:  chandrima170516@gmail.com  Author Bio: A ragged mind, a lost soul, a deep thinker… looking for herself in this big world. Here to speak through the silence of words…penetrating your soul by it’s ecstasy. Link...

WITHOUT YOU

You had a Bud Light in your hand and I had an X on mine. Our eyes met each other the second you walked through the door and in that moment I knew. Our love started in a bar but was only active in bedrooms or secrecy. My heart broke everytime I had to leave you because I always wanted more. You talked about going back home and you lit a flame inside my heart. I dreamed about going back with you and feeling the air fill my lungs like you always told me about. You blew out the flame every other weekend because you’d remind me of all of my flaws and take out your sadness on me. I always let you because I thought being sad together was better than apart. I kept a suitcase packed for the nights I needed to stay somewhere else. You always invited me back so I would never go far. I woke up t...

HOW DO YOU LOVE YOURSELF?

Loving oneself is essential in order for us to show and appreciate the love of others.  Giving yourself the best treatment possible is not only a necessity it’s a requirement. Although, sometimes because of past relationships we forget how valuable we truly are.  We allow insignificant people to break us down.  Our soul and our spirit are the ones that suffer the most.  Even though we truly know our worth, our spirit doesn’t allow us to love ourselves the right way. In my personal experience, I have learned to say to hell with those people who choose to break my spirit because they will not have control over me any longer.  The mistake we make is giving someone that much control because we think they love us.  Our life is our own and we are the ones in the driver’s seat. ...

10 SIGNS YOU’RE A COUPLE WITH AN OLD SOUL

Contrary to popular belief, old souls aren’t simply people who prefer records to iTunes or books to Kindles. Instead, they’re people who are wise beyond their years with gumption to seek inner knowledge and spirituality. They are the ones you knew in Elementary school as the odd ones out, the loners, the kids who acted well beyond their age with a weirdly mature understanding of the world. With their extraordinary approach to life, old souls often love differently than their peers. However, when two manage to find one another, it’s a deep bond that’s nearly impossible to break. Here are 10 signs you’re just a couple of old souls: You don’t fool around with each other’s hearts. Playing with emotions is unappealing and you have no time or patience for thos...

THE WEDDING TOAST I WANT TO GIVE, BUT NEVER WILL

  I’m a writer. As in, I write everything down. My grocery list, my to-do list, my schedule for each day, and any words or phrases that I like.  My handbag houses three notebooks at all times, while countless memos fill my phone and sticky notes with chicken scratch have made permanent residence on my desk. This very article began in a red moleskin journal tucked between the beginnings of a social media calendar and a recipe for blueberry pancakes. And often times, when I’m waiting for coffee or attempting to avoid small talk in the check-out line, I’ll pull out a notebook or begin to scroll through my memos, and read through the things I’ve written down. Most recently, I found myself waiting in the Chicago airport during a thirty-minute layover, and a memo from New Year’s Eve 2016 ca...

LOVING AN ADDICT

  You’ll never know what it does to me; the same liquid that gives you courage burns my soul from the inside out like hot lava seeping through my veins. You want to ease the pain, make it better, stop feeling anything at all, so you keep drinking, keep numbing, keep punishing yourself. But you’re punishing me. Did you know the pain of loss could be felt long before a loved one is gone? Because I do. I know. Again and again and again I feel the loss when for but a moment I have dared to hope. Moments later, I have watched that hope collapse. Washed away once again by the river of addiction. You’ll never know how deep it cuts; the pain that comes with failing to save you. Failing to be enough to make you want to save yourself. I reach out, desperately wanting to feel the comfort of your...

FLOWERS

  So I have this flower that my ex boyfriend gave to me when we first met up and rekindled after meeting at a music festival. Honestly, that flower during our relationship in the beginning had many buds and bright colorful flowers. I would water the flowers and even when I forgot, they would still last. While our relationship started to disintegrate when we went long-distance, those buds started to fade and die out. I would keep watering that flower, and try to make it as beautiful as it once was, but now I realize you can’t force something that is not meant to be. During the last few months of our relationship there stood this one flower. When we broke up I just wanted to smash that flower and did not want it anymore because it reminded me of him, but now I realize I am that fl...

TO LIFELONG FRIENDSHIP

  You know what we would have done on a night like this? A nothing night. A no party night. A no work night? I’d have wandered over to your place or you to mine. We’d have done nothing, together. Nothing, like watching one of my roommates’ movies. You, going to bathroom halfway through. Forty-five minutes going by. It becoming clear you’re doing that thing again, where you talk to yourself in the mirror and disappear into some alternate reality. You found it much more real than this. Years later I’d visit you in London, a bad time for you. I saw someone touch your shoulder at a pub and you struggled not to cry. You hadn’t felt human contact in ages. You had everything in London; you had room to dream. It fell away and left you crying at even the faintest touch of something real. I rem...

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