I feared that loving someone and losing someone are the extremes of feelings. That there’s nothing that can make things any happier or any more painful. I was wrong- there are so many in-betweens. This is for the 30-day writing challenge I’m currently doing.
My bro and I had a date last Sunday. We each had a chicken in our meals. Mine was the wings part, his was the breast part. Everyone in the family knows how much my brother dislikes the breast part of the chicken. This is for the 30-day writing challenge I’m currently doing.
We all have a mental list of ideal characteristics in a partner. Although most of the time, we don’t check majority from that list, we do have relationship deal breakers that would disqualify someone as a a dating prospect. This is for the 30-day writing challenge I’m currently doing.
“It started from the brushes of our elbows and legs with few layers of clothes apart. I shivered as he ran his fingers in the wilderness of my brunette, tracing my facial flaws, his deep-set blue eyes momentarily looking into mine. His arm reached over my statuesque, clutching it tightly as the waves came ashore.
Craving might be a little too much of a word, but I do think about love and kind of miss it sometimes. I got used to being independent in many ways that I’m not even sure if I like the feeling, or just the idea of it.
Love is a lie for those who realize the cruelty of reality. I love my brother, my best friend, my pet dog – an emotion of care, compassion. But everyone is greatly indulged in the idea of true love, of finding the ‘other half’ that could complete them. It sounds tremendous, really it does, those