Submissions Tagged 'love'

I dated Andres from Torino, Italy out of boredom. He was cute enough, spoke very little English, and expected nothing of me. Really, according to my friend Tina, the perfect man, "...calm and dumb."
His three most outstanding traits both attracted and repulsed me; vacuum sealed jeans, overt public displays of fornication, and the ability to say the wrong thing.
The first time I took him home he became very excited. I walked over to see what had piqued his interest. Andres was standing over a framed photograph of my sister. Pointing at it he said, "She Read more

I'm over it, so no need to keep it posted...

A lot of background history makes this complicated, although, it should seem very simple. I thought I was a Feminist. I thought I was independant and strong. Until I met him. I was forced to do things I never wanted. ANd I didn't even know it was possible, but I was one part of a long distance emotionally abusive relationship.

How's that for ridiculous?!

We dated for 2 months. Tried to stay friends (continuing the emotional abuse) for an extra 4.

He'd call me, screaming and degrading me for half an hour. Call back (sometimes hours later) Read more

Although I’ll never know for certain, my husband, Jim, was probably at his desk on 94th floor of 1 World Trade Center when the plane came crashing into his life, briefly, and into mine, permanently. On that day and for so many days after, I felt suspended in time. My past was gone and I couldn’t imagine a future.

First I surrendered to the grief. I stopped eating. Then I tried drinking but found that booze doesn’t mix with acid reflux. I considered drugs but hadn’t a clue as to what I would take. I even considered suicide but Read more

Dear Freddie,


Do you remember much we loved each other? An old friend stopped to talk to me last night and conversed about how she could not believe we divorced. I can’t believe that it was 35 years ago and still people remember us as a couple. I suppose it was as much a shock to us as to all our friends. We were lucky to have shared such a passionate love.

I fell in love with you at first sight. Some people do not believe in that kind of love Read more

Dear Freddie,


Do you remember much we loved each other? An old friend stopped to talk to me last night and conversed about how she could not believe we divorced. I can’t believe that it was 35 years ago and still people remember us as a couple. I suppose it was as much a shock to us as to all our friends. We were lucky to have shared such a passionate love.

I fell in love with you at first sight. Some people do not believe in that kind of love Read more

Dear Freddie,


Do you remember much we loved each other? An old friend stopped to talk to me last night and conversed about how she could not believe we divorced. I can’t believe that it was 35 years ago and still people remember us as a couple. I suppose it was as much a shock to us as to all our friends. We were lucky to have shared such a passionate love.

I fell in love with you at first sight. Some people do not believe in that kind of love Read more

My first boyfriend is still around. Four years in September--I'll be twenty. Lots of people think we're crazy--including me. My parents hate him. But nearly every kiss is as good as the first, and we're still planning elaborate romantic surprises for minor occasions. I'm not going to tell you I've found my "one true love." I don't believe in that. But I also don't believe in giving up on something good just because other people think it's impossible.

Have you ever seen those couples who look so unbelievably, so shockingly, so fuckingly sad? Not in the way that implies they’re unhappy or frustrated or even unfulfilled with one another. But more in that way that resembles a heavy mood dripping down the both—the jointed—of them, from top to bottom, in to out. As if they are mourning the birth of the great true love they are right in the middle of. They are so close and so on, and so on, they just can’t stand it anymore.

Their eyes are red with tears of self-congratulation.

Do Read more

Even in the most platonic of relationships, it's common courtesy to throw each other the bone of mild flirtation now and then. A little wink or a nudge to say, "It's not going to happen in this lifetime, but we're a male and a female here, and in another reality, we'd be smoking hot."

I should have stayed away. I should have fled into the arms of the nearest fraternity brother the moment he mentioned his undying devotion to his girlfriend back home. Does anybody ever do that, especially at 19, when they could instead torture themselves breathing the Read more

 
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