My Experience Of Love

My Experience Of Love
Love is a certain emotion or feeling inside every individual. Most individuals at a point in their life
have faced love, whether it's being loved or have loved. Love appears to be the foremost principal
objective that all individuals strive for in their lifetime. Love is one of the view things all individuals
can come together and agree on that we need. There are different types of love, but my experience
of love can be different from others. Being able to love yourself is very vital if you are trying to love
someone else. However, love is not a good or bad thing, it has its pros and cons just like every other
feeling.
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The individual's self–esteem can sky rocket, so he or she can have better trust in themselves.
Another great way to love yourself is to make sure you acknowledge when the you do something
good. Individuals giving a pat on their own back, is a great way to love yourself. Individuals should
learn to appreciate and pamper themselves. Appreciate how far you have come from where you
started, and love the way you have paved your future. Not to mention, occasionally pampering
yourself is not a bad thing. We only live once, and this world is changing for the worst; therefore, I
believe with more love our world can change for the good. Love is typically portrayed as a great
thing to have or give; however, it is a feeling or emotion nevertheless, and all feeling or emotions
have pros and cons. Love is something that varies from person to person, and the pros and cons
differ as well. A feel the biggest pro for love would be, that there is always someone there for you. It
does not matter if you are having the best day or the worst day of your life, you will have someone
to share it with. Am important con, is the one no one wants, a heartbreak. Since the individual is
putting all their love on the line, it can really hurt the individual if the other individual does not love
them anymore. Other pros for love can be, less partying, less trying to impress others, and being
able to be yourself always. Other cons for love can be, weight
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My Love Of Love
Everybody wants to find their perfect other halves. I'm here to tell you, it's not always where or even
when you're looking. Sometimes love shows its glorious face when you're least expecting it. I just so
happened to find it in a barroom and it changed my life forever. Even though I never thought I
would be in another meaningful relationship and I tried to "hook him up" with my friend, Jordan has
become, not only my significant other but my best friend and soul mate.
For six long years I was in a relationship with someone that I thought loved me. Then one day I
walked in on Jake (my crazy redheaded ex) and a girl I thought was my best friend lying in bed
together. I had been with him since I was 16 and he put me through Hell the entire time so, of
course, after that incident I never thought I would be in another sincere relationship; that is until I
met Jordan a couple of years later. When I met Jordan I wasn't looking for a relationship by any
means, yet it happened; I fell in love. I've never found it easy to trust people and to be perfectly
honest, I don't even have many friends, but loving and trusting Jordan came so natural to me that I
didn't even realize it.
It's kind of hysterical in a way because I was trying to "hook him up" with my friend, Tiffany when
we met. Tiffany was a gorgeous, wild Colombian that I met at work and became close friends with.
We would often (almost every night of the week) go bar hopping. One of our favorite bars to go to
was the local bar

My Love For English
For a long time, one thing had always been the same: my love for English. It had always been a
flame burning within me, something that could never be completely distinguished. I've had my share
of both good and bad English teachers, from both I have gained important
To my seventh grade English teacher:
Thank you. At the time, I despised all the activities you made my class do. I despised the months we
spent going over commas. I despised the books we were forced to read. Little did I know how many
of these thing would be used in the future.
I am now an expert in the usage of the comma. Those months spent doing comma practices at the
start of the class finally paid off. I appreciate Shakespeare in a way I would never have if it wasn't
for you. I remember struggling through A Midsummer Night's Dream as the thought of giving up
swam through my head. At the end of the book, you had us divide into groups and act out scenes.
Surprisingly, I had a great deal of fun. Everyone went full out with costumes and props. I also
understand symbolism and have learned how to persevere through particularly mundane books. We
read Animal Farm in that class. The fact that a story about farm animals could stand for real life
effects blew my mind. Additionally, for every paper of mine you 'lost' and that I would later find
right where it was supposed to be, I learned to be more assertive.
My love for English stopped twirling in the breeze and, for the first time, began to flicker.
To my

My Family : Love And Love : My Love Story
I grew up on a steady diet of Hallmark and fairy tales, and like most little girls I hung onto every last
word. From the couple fighting, to them desperately confessing their love for one another, I just
could not tear myself away. More times than not I would replay every moment of the story in my
head, that is until a new love story caught my attention. We all know the storyline. The beautiful
young lady meets a handsome stranger, and as much as they try to deny it, they have a special
connection. As their relationship grows they suddenly can not stop themselves from confessing their
feelings, until something tragic happens and they both ended up heartbroken. Most importantly, all
of these events lead to their fairytale ending, where they live happily ever after. These stories are
great, and watching them is a rite of passage for most young girls. However, these romances are not
real, and love in this life will never look the way it does in movies. Naturally, as I grew older my
love for these movies only grew, but I could see the effect they were having on me by the age of 10
when I had already decided that being a wife, and having a family was one of my biggest life
priorities. Having a family is still so important to me, but that's not the problem.
I never really dated in high school. I tried once and it didn't end well. It all began my eighth grade
year, my final year of middle school. I had the next four years of my life planned out, but after a few
unfortunate events,

My Faith In Love : The Power Of Love
I've always believed in fate and destiny. Everyone has their own path that they have to discover.
That somehow every little thing that has happened in their lives suddenly has a purpose. I believe
that everyone has a soulmate. I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. I am a sucker for a soppy love story,
with a sweet ending that leaves rooms of like–minded people in an unanimous sigh of "Aww". It is
the moments like those that give me a little more faith in humanity. Through all the chaos and
tragedy in the world, there's still enough hope and trust for people to fall in love; even through the
most painful circumstances.
From a young age, little girls daydream about meeting their 'Prince Charming' and falling madly in
love; being swept off your feet and having a fairytale romance. I was no exception. I grew up
watching every Disney movie that you can imagine. Princesses were my favourite. I'd watch Snow
White countless times, the same with Sleeping Beauty and Beauty and the Beast. However, the
amount of times that I watched them didn't matter, they never lost their ability to enchant me. Keep
me captivated with stories of true love overcoming barriers, and withstanding hard times.
I think that there is nothing more enchanting than love. Unconditional, eternal love. The kind of
feeling that makes you believe that you can overcome anything. You feel that you can climb Mount
Everest; forgetting that you're afraid of heights. Falling in love is one of the most scary feelings you

My First Love, My First Love?
It all started off when I had my first actual boyfriend. His name was Jonte and I was 15 years
though. I've been knowing him for a long time, but never thought we'd be together. We had science
together and was the baddest kids in that class. We didn't try to be purposely, but we did get voted
class clown. After that the relation between me and him grew right before we went on winter break.
He popped the question, and of course I said yes, I mean honestly I couldn't resist.
Everything was going good and we stayed on the right track. A few days before Christmas we went
on our first date at McDonalds. All was perfect, it was even better when he came over on Christmas,
even though he almost dropped my ass in the fire pit, it was still fun! He was the spoiled type and
had all brothers. I remember the first day I met his mom, she told me I was one of the cutest girls
he's brought home all year. It was hard to believe until they actually showed me his ex girlfriends.
We stayed together for a while and then ended up breaking up, only because the relationship became
very boring. At school everything was awkward and we had a lot of people talking about us.
Although we weren't together we were still close. Some say that your first boyfriend will always be
your first love, for me that was a whole different story.
I didn't date anyone for a little while, didn't even have the thought of it, but around the last week of
school this boy had text me out the blue. His name was Malaki and he

My Love Of Books
"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one." Author
George R.R. Martin wrote this quote in his book A Dance with Dragons, which is included in the
popular series A Song of Ice and Fire that inspire the "Game of Thrones" television show. To me,
this quote speaks the truth of reading for me and countless others. I have always be an avid reader
for along as I can remember, and I can leave the house without a book. However, my love of books
need to start somewhere and with development in the love people can always find hardship. Now let
me tell you about my love story with books. When I was younger, most kids learn to read by using
read–along book. I loved those things. Our town library was just down the block from my house,
and whenever I left the library, I always had three or four the read–along books. As soon a I enter
kindergarten, my parents had bought my packets of small books to read. I also loved those books
that I tried teaching my younger brothers to read them. Only in the past years, did they inform me
that I had not taught them to read, but only to memorize the book, to make their demanding sister
happy. As I grew into big and harder books, my love of reading increase. I loved reading so much
that in second and third grade I had a stack of two to six chapter books on the top of my desk
because I was reading them all at the same time. However, I never really could remember what was
going on in the story.

My Love Of Dance
As a child I was very active. Participating in gymnastics, dance, soccer, and volleyball. This was a
very enjoyable time in my life. School was not very difficult considering I was only in grade school.
My greatest passion was dance. At this point in my life I had been dancing for six years. Dancing
was something I took pride in. Getting the opportunity to perform in front of hundreds of people
excited me.
This love of dance started when I was three. My mother had brought me to the Ozark Dance
Academy. I can remember exactly how i felt. Remind you I was roughly three foot and everyone
had already formed partners. I couldn't even see over the bar. We all know that the short quiet one is
always left alone. My teacher Mrs. Julie had grabbed my hand, walked me to the middle of the floor,
and whispered into my ear "dance like you are the only one here." The music clicked on, heart
pounding in my ears, I started to dance. I feel like everyone was slightly impressed. Moving to the
music with all of this passion made me feel like I was dancing on air. All of my nerves went away.
Later that day after my class had ended Mrs. Julie walked me over to my mom and said something I
will never forget. "Why don't we put her into basic point?" I Grace Van Helden, only being three
was about to be in a class with five and six year olds. Boy was i smiling.
Being in this environment made me happy. Everyone no matter their background could come and
experience the joy of dancing. Point was

Love In Love : My Love Of Love
Love – a word which can make you or break you. Maybe my story isn't heart wrenching, but every
story is special. For me, he's special.
A love story in which I could never find him beside me physically but I knew he's with me. I could
feel his presence. It's been 11 months. 11 months of togetherness. 11 months with 11.000 times
break up. 11 months of wait to see him, to just have a glance of him. 11 months of separation. 11
months of the long distance. 11 months of being in love with an Army Man.
It started amorously. We both didn't want a lovey–dovey, nutty about each other or a typical nonu–
shonu (that's what he says) kind of relationship. It was a mature love. A kind of relationship which
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I don't know what I should call this. His love or his prudence. His self–restraints were breaking me
down. We hardly talked after that. He wanted me to be with him but he couldn't put any effort. I
used to cry myself to sleep. But he never came to wipe off the tears. I felt like maybe he doesn't love
me anymore. Maybe I am not good enough. He was my friend, my confidant, my comfort, my
lover..... My safe place but he turned around.
I was losing all my hope. I was losing all my belief. I was losing my peace. I was letting him take
me for granted. But I loved him. And I just couldn't unlove him. No matter how hard I try. That was
the most difficult part, to hold on to him or let him go. But still, there's something ... There's
something in the way he looks at me like I am his first glimpse of sunshine after a year of darkness.
And in the way, he says my name, like it's his favourite song playing all day long. There's something
in his eyes when I first see him in the morning like I don't need coffee because he gives me all the
energy I need. And in the way, he smiles at my mention, like I'm a question only he is lucky enough
to know the answer to. There's something about two people falling in love; a collection of delightful
moments which makes us moving, which made me hold onto him.
Now I understood why people are falling out of love nowadays. Maybe they're not prepared for the
sacrifices, for the compromises, for the unapologetic behavior, for

My Love Story
I cannot believe what has just happened in the past 2 months. This is genuinely the greatest thing
that has ever happened to me. Rupert Kirke just asked me out. The Rupert Kirke I've been in love
with for years. The Rupert Kirke who was in a popular boy band called "The Ruperts" that me and
about fifty–million other girls were obsessed with. But a lot has changed since that time. The
reasoning behind that is, 'The Ruperts" broke up. Basically, one of the members died and two of
them went to jail for throwing the body off a balcony and the whole reason it happened was that of
me and my friends. That might sound really absurd but It's true. But that is another story, I'm here to
talk about my experience with the love of my life. So, about two months ago, while the whole
Rupert Piermont being kidnapped and dying situation was going on, I was on the roof of the hotel,
and Rupert Kirke thought I was going to jump off, so he yelled at me not to jump, and I was taken
aback because I wasn't planning to jump, and then I turn around and it's the Rupert Kirke, and
internally, I'm freaking out but I don't let him know I'm one of his biggest fans. Then, Rupert starts
ranting to me about the situation about Rupert Piermont "quitting" the band and other problems he
has with the band in general, and I tell him about my problems with my friends also. Rupert was
extremely supportive and he was great to talk to, I considered that the best night of my life, until he
went away and I had to deal with my current situation with Rupert Piermont still kidnapped in my
hotel room. I did not tell any of my friends about this experience because I knew for a fact they
wouldn't believe me. Even so, I was still hyperventilating because the guy I'm in
love with, just talked to me. It was amazing to have your celebrity crush talk to you, alone. I thought
he would never talk to me again, that he wouldn't even acknowledge my existence and forget that
our moment ever happened. Then a few hours later, I went on Twitter to check if any of the boys in
the band tweeted, and I saw that Rupert Kirke had tweeted. I checked and it said "Bright Lights, Big
City". That was a quote from our conversation earlier that was very important. I read the tweet

I Love All My Love : The Love Of Love
For as long as I can remember, I have been writing lyrics, therefore, there was no surprise that I
would be pouring all my love into a lyrical masterpiece when I started dating my first boyfriend. My
first taste of that sweet summer love and already my head was floating amongst the clouds.
To give a little perspective, I was the girl in high school who would write a love song for a boy I
barely knew just for smiling at me in the hallway. A quick glance in my direction and maybe a little
eye contact from a decent looking boy were all I needed to convince myself that I was head over
heels in love. It never took long for me to fall into the lovestruck–doodle–his–name–everywhere
state of mind. One afternoon, for example, I made my sole life's purpose memorizing his phone
number. Perhaps I read too much into the Twilight series.
At my convenience, our families were close friends and owned property across the border where we
spent many summers camping. For two kids and a growing love affair, this was perfect. Considering
this boy was the first to show an interest in me, I was certain that what I felt was the real deal.
Infatuated with the boy who sang "Wonderwall" to me, I found myself writing him a love song of
my own; intense lyrics that rendered the passionate hold I felt he had on me. I may have been too
afraid to hold his hand, yet, I was fervent on declaring my love for him in lyrical form. The name of
the song in question: "Only You".
Generally speaking, teenage girls

My Love Story
When I look at this picture...I see a girl care free, happy, in love. There was not a worry in the world.
This is by far one of my favorite pictures from my wedding day. The light, the way he is nestling up
against me, my expression. It all just felt right.
But being Mr. & Mrs. did not come with an instruction manual. Do I ever wish it did!
Seth and I decided not to live together before we got married. Crazy as it may seem, but we believed
that we should be married before we decided to share in all things intimate, that included the way he
brushed his teeth and left his whiskers from shaving in the sink, and how I turn my clothes inside
out when I take them off, or how I clean when I am angry. All the fun, juicy, intimate details of
being man and wife.
With that being said, adjusting to my clothes being inside out and the way he brushes his teeth...it
was harder than I genuinely thought it would be.
As girls, I think we imagine what our prince charming is going to look like from the age of 5 and we
think because the movies show us how great and dreamy and wonderful it can be, is going to be,
will be. We believe that our love story, will look just like that when it happens to me. But when your
27 and walking down that aisle, leaving all that you once known behind you, clinging to his arm.
Trusting in him, believing in him...the reality isn't like the movies.
It's hard.
It's fighting over money, family, sex, and not communicating well about any of it at all. It's

My Love Letter
The sole qualification for writing a love letter is that you feel the love and want to express it. That's
the beauty of it. But it would be trite and probably false to say that as an expat, I can love Canada
more truly (observe: Gord Downie). I think it interesting, however, that my love for Canada has
grown up – become richer, more intentional and more constant – since I left.
I moved with my family from Toronto to New York in 2014 to take a job teaching philosophy – a
fantasy job, a world–class city.
The months before leaving were a time of pre–emptive nostalgia, but I thought the pain I was
feeling – and its peculiar sweetness – were for the rites of passage ahead. Leaving the city where my
children were born. Leaving my friends as they were leaving me, all leaves on the wind of the horrid
academic job market. Leaving my student days behind.
All that was real.
I was raised, as is any self–respecting Northwestern Ontarian, to hate Toronto. But, I loved Toronto
passionately, completely. My husband, from Montreal and similarly brought up, was equally
smitten. Of course, it was hard to leave. Of course, it would be sad. We went back for my
convocation at the University of Toronto a few months after moving to New York and it was
wrenching – the geographical version of seeing your gorgeous ex too soon after the breakup.
But two things happened that made me realize the bittersweet quality of our departing days wasn't
just about Toronto, or the life we had built there.

My Love Essay
I believe in love. Love is a very strong thing, and I believe that love can be the most obvious thing.
But I also think that love can be completely blind. I believe there are different types of love. I am
going to tell you about my experiences with these different types of love.
One type of love I experienced was my very first encounter with any type of love. It is the loving
bond of family. I am a momma's boy myself, but I also couldn't live without my dad. My mom and I
have a very close relationship. I honestly would not know how to function without her. My mom
tied my shoes, cut my hair, bought me toys, and gave me endless love.
My mom and I like to joke around alot, and some our jokes are not necessarily meant for a mom and
son. By that I mean we like to say some inappropriate things that are hilarious. I think we are a lot
alike. But I love her to death. My dad is the greatest person ever to me. This person has taught me
everything from how to field dress a deer, to how to flip a coin. I wouldn't be the person I am today
without him. I love my dad to death, and I am his biggest fan.
I remember times when my dad, my brother and I would go to Cedar Creek, (a creek near where I
live), and we went fishing. When the fish weren't biting, my dad and I would look for arrowheads on
the dried creek bed. This was our weekend routine, and it never got old because I honestly didn't
care if the fish were biting, or if we didn't find any arrowheads. The point was that I got to spend

My Love In My Life
Dear family, mother, father, dearest grandmother, and beloved cousins, if my misfortune is your
happiness, then I'll gladly suffer. If my wails at night are music to your ears, then I'll write you a
symphony. If my blood, sweat, and tears keep you shining, then I'll bleed you an ocean. To my
family of whom I would do anything for, if the Hannah Pham in front of you doesn't meet your
standards, then, I'll gladly see her out.
Almost every Asian child is taught the most fundamental principle of our culture, to keep your
family as your number one priority. I am no exception, I was taught to keep family in mind when
making actions or making decisions. My life choices would have to either benefit my family, or they
would be predetermined by my family themselves. I learned to prioritize my love for my family
more than anything else, and I refused to make room in my heart for anyone else. At the age of 8,
most kids are getting tucked in by their mommies and daddies, getting goodnight kisses, listening to
bedtime stories, and concluding their blissful nights with heartfelt exchanges of "I love you"s.
Meanwhile, I lied in bed with my family telling me what I'm going to do with my life; I will give
them a place to stay, I will give most of my money to them, I will marry someone rich, I will
become a doctor, I will be pretty and feminine, and I will dedicate my life to helping them.
Being a child, I didn't understand what it all meant, all I knew was that they would be happy if I

My Love Of Reading
I love the fact that I belong to two different cultures, Mexican and American, and I enjoy reading
books. The thought that these two completely different loves of mine would conflict with one
another never crossed my mind, however they did. My beautiful Hispanic culture taught me how to
say one word in two different languages, but it also made it difficult for me to pronounce certain
words correctly or fully comprehend the reading. As a result, this confliction between culture and
reading led me to despise both. After some time, I learned how to make these two important
interests that I have work together, which not only restored my love for them but also led to me
becoming a better reader and writer. Ever since I was little, I was an avid reader. I vividly recall
running down a multicolored carpet decorated with different shapes and numbers, eyes gleaming
with happiness, and my heart beating rapidly with excitement, as I looked at the endless number of
children's books found in the public library. The only dilemma I faced was deciding which book to
read, because I just wanted to read every single book in there. After repeatedly committing the
horrible act of judging a book by its cover and title, I finally settled on If You Give a Mouse a
Cookie. Now, my mom's English skills were very limited, so I read to her. Of course, my
kindergarten reading skills were just beginning to develop, so some words came out sounding like
gibberish, nonetheless I was happy that I was

My Love Story
Everyone needs their partner in crime, their ride or die, the Bonnie to their Clyde, the peanut butter
to their jelly, their person. And it wasn't until my Junior year that I had one. And yes this is a love
story. It's probably really cheesey and if you feel the need to laugh you can, I was probably trying to
be funny.
My story begins in Middle school when I was bullied out of a friend group by people I called my
best friends. I hoped high school would be different but my Freshman year was even more lonely. I
had many friends but none of whom I could call my best friend. I was a floater, just floating along
being noticed and unnoticed all at the same time. Then came the first day of sophomore year when I
walked into my Drama 2 class. I walked into the room and found my seat in the circle next to my
friend Ally. I got out my drama folder and looked up. Across from me was a boy and he was staring
at me. I looked away quickly and looked back at him. He was still staring at me. I gave him the
benefit of the doubt and assumed he was zoned out. But then I realized I was staring at him. My
cheeks turned red and I quickly forced myself into a conversation with Ally. We decided to call him
cute mystery boy.
Obsessed isn't the right word to use here but I could not stop thinking about Cute Mystery Boy. His
style was killer and he was absolutely adorable. It was hard to focus at times. Eventually I learned
his name, Peyton Cass, Junior (older boy oh dear), runs the for Cross Country

My Love Story
When I was younger I would make conversation with any breathing personage. As I grew older just
the thought of having to interact with someone I did not know was mortifying. Therefore, signing up
for a full week of a Young Life camp was one of the hardest decisions I have made. Trying to back
out the night before, I wandered on to the bus at six in the morning. A forty–five minute drive and
forced to scarf up my cell phone. Arriving at the camp we were greeted by a thousand smiling faces.
Settling into our cabin, I was a little more relaxed until I heard the bell. Curiously, we walked out
onto the porch to see everyone running. Our cabin quickly followed into the chaos. I Pushed and
scraped my way through everyone, and made my way to the front row of the club room. I thought to
myself how idiotic it was, I was already a Christian. What else is there to learn about God? Little did
I know. That night was the first time I had been introduced to God on a deeper level. I saw him as
intimidating and loving instead of a fictional character in my head. I felt comfort and at peace for
once. July twenty–fourth, two thousand and sixteen is the day that changed my life forever. I heard
the greatest love story of all time. Most people know what it feels like to be loved by a family
member, friend, or a spouse. However, nobody can grip the thought of someone loving them as
much as Jesus. He could have stopped the Roman soldiers at any given point. However, without His
mercy and grace we

Love Of My Life
Life is a puzzle. You think you've finally got your head around the puzzle and when the pieces begin
to form the perfect picture you go to put the last few pieces that will complete the image but it
doesn't fit. You try to flip it, rotate it, everything, but nothing works. Life is the same, it will never
be the perfect picture. I sat on my bed looking out from the window watching the world being
washed away, the silence around me was deafening. Life wasn't the same anymore. The days seem
longer and more unbearable. It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made
everyday seem so restless and gloomy. The once beautiful cocktail–blue shade of the sky was lost,
what replaced it was a dark gravel–grey. Large pillows of clouds were blanketing the sky, closing
out the old–gold colour of the sun. What once started as a splatter of rain became more intense,
moving across the city like a wall, drumming against every surface. The weather was the perfect
representation of my feelings; after he left me, after I lost the love of my life.
A few weeks ago on a cold rainy night, I had received a message from him reading,
"Meet me under our tree in an hour."
This had become a common occurrence. He would call me and ask to meet up and when we did, he
would be acting distant, the eyes that used to never leave mine were now looking around at
everything but me. I could tell something was on his mind, but he wouldn't open up to me.
I remember how I rushed out of my

My Love My Mother
Now I wasn't some kind of sociopath as a child (for the most part), I have always loved my mom.
But when you're a child you love people very shallowly, it's just a thing you say before bed or when
you hug a family member. It doesn't usually go deeper than that for a child. Love though is more
than a word its an action that requires selflessness, understanding, and sacrifice. And at age 14 I was
going to learn step by step how to truly love someone.
To understand this story we have to go a little further back Into my past. See my mom as
Hypoparathyroidism (fifty cent word I know). It means that her hormones are out of control, leaving
her constantly tired and in pain. She's been sick my whole life and has required multiple surgeries.
Sometimes it was hard and my sisters and I had to miss out on some thing's (though not many
because my mom was amazing). For awhile everything was fine, then my dad got diagnosed with a
rare form of bone cancer. He was given only a few months to live, but he fought hard for nearly two
years before he died on August 2nd, 2012. Two long years of worry, strife, of doctors visits, of a
never ending stream of visitors, and two years of people rallying around us and showing us love.
At the end of it all I was left without my dad (my best friend) and what at the time felt like the
broken pieces of a family, barely being held together at the seams. I was a very bitter tween moody,
sarcastic, and tired of my family. Now looking back at 18 I can see

My First Love
My First Love, Yeah, I don't really know what I am doing with myself anymore. When we started
dating I was confused and scared. I pushed you away. I know and I feel horrible about it. I didn't
mean to but I just didn't know how to express my feelings for you and I don't do well with
embarrassment or compliments. And It's easy for me to get embarrassed when someone I like says
something nice to me or about me. Later on I heard that you had done some unfavorable things to
people I was close to and I became conflicted. Then my friend told me that he wished for me to
break up with you. We talk often about me breaking up with you. People thought that I didn't really
love you, to be honest I wasn't really sure if I loved you. Then thanksgiving came around and I
couldn't see you or talk to you everyday, so I wished to see you everyday. Though that didn't come
through because I ignored you. Though it wasn't intentional at first as time passed I was afraid of
answering you because I didn't know what to say. I stopped talking because you insisted on buying
me a Christmas gift. Which is a nice gesture but I didn't want you to buy me anything because I was
fine with just having you. The last day we were together Jaden said you were upset with me and I
understood why I mean I did ignore you that that hurt you so much. But when you said you would
ignore me the rest of the day it made me really upset, Instead of being mature and ignoring that
comment since I knew you weren't going to

The Love Of My Life
I lay awake on a freezing winters night. It was as cold as an arctic snowstorm, and as dark as a
planet with no sun. My eyes were open as wide as a deer's in front of a moving vehicle. There was
one thing on my mind, and one thing only, the love of my life. Her long silky hair, her smooth,
tanned skin, her pristine beauty and her effervescent, god like personality were all I ever desired;
She was as sweet as a honeycomb and as unique as a sparkling snowflake in a vast blizzard. Our
relationship had once been absolutely immaculate, absolutely flawless; or so I believed. There was
only one problem, one only; it seemed as though no matter how hard I endeavoured to fulfil her
desires, I just couldn 't. For I had endured thousands of long hours in the scalding heat, toiling
endlessly; building prodigious mansions for men who were far more powerful than me, earning
nothing but a mere pittance. However, it was worth enduring the sweet agony to win her love.
I was but a lowly peasant, as common as a miniscule grain of sand in the expansive plains of the
Sahara desert. My sweet darling on the other hand, was rare, rare as a diamond star that had fallen
from the heavens in the dark of night, illuminating the darkness with the power of her light, for her
brightness had filled that dark void that was my life. For she was the daughter of the supreme rulers
of this vast land. I, on the other hand was the son of paupers; I grew up in a tiny village and my
parents spent every day

My Stories About Love : My Story Of Love
Have you ever felt love, lost it, or been hurt from it? Well, this is my story about "love". When I was
a young boy I had many girlfriends, but I was young I didn't know why I had a girlfriend I just
wanted one. I was never really good with the ladies, and my relationships didn't last very long
because, I was a kid. I didn't grasp the whole concept of love until I laid eyes on, Halie Brooke
Carter in middle school.
Oh lord Halie made me feel different, she filled me with butterflies, made my face turn as red as an
apple all the time; I was barely able to speak when I was around her, yet I was still able to make her
my girlfriend. I was extremely shy; we hardly ever hung out, we didn't kiss or hold hands; we were
too shy to try. Both of us were socially awkward so we didn't speak much. She decided to break up
with me and get with other guys because she said "I thought you were talking to other girls."
Struggling to talk to her how could I ever talk to other girls?
When I got older we ran into each other in high school, and we started to become really good
friends, it was bliss. Halie wanted to start dating again; I wasn't comfortable with the whole idea
because, I have lost good friends from going out with them so I told her that I didn't want to. Halie
kept pressuring me to date and promised me that she wouldn't break up with me like the last time. I
finally decided to give her another chance; I believed that she was telling me the truth.
The time with her was amazing!

The Symbols Of My Love In Love : My Father And Father
There was a point in time when my father and mother were in love. They did everything together.
They would go into the forest and pick apples, make decisions as if they were a team, and not let the
opinions of others break them down. They loved and wanted each other to have nothing but the best.
On the night of October 3 they made a promise to one another, a promise to spend infinity with each
other. The symbol of the promise they made was a baby, it was me, Grendel. We were so happy as a
family. We were almost perfect in my eyes. My father grew to be my best friend. Some days I
thought that mother hated how much time we spend together, but at the same time I know she loved
it. He taught me everything I know today. We had a bond that I thought would never break, no
matter how rough times were and the circumstances.
However, the skies began to turn grey, rain started to pour down upon our village for days at a time,
and wars began. My father went off to help with the war. That was one of the many things I
idealized about him. He was brave and selfless, or at least I thought he was. My father started
coming home later and later each night. His clothes stank of blood and the filth of not being washed
from weeks at a time. Under all the stench he had the smell of another lady, a lady of wealth and
riches. It was not long after, I realized what was going on. My father had been cheating on my
mother. I confronted him about his sins. He was embarrassed and scared about his actions

My Love Story
My Love Story I met a girl in Kinder named Mariana. Me and her had been together since Kinder.I
fell in love with her in Elementary school in 1st grade so we were partners. She has black shiny hair
and rosy cheeks. She is beautiful. Some time later, I left our school at 3rd grade but she came to my
new school in 5th grade and I felt joy because I could see her again all days and continue with our
relationship . In Christmas we danced together but, in the middle of the year, after Christmas she left
because she didn't have money to pay the school . My friend Hanna told me that she only was absent
but the days passed and we figured out that she wasn't coming back. I felt dead when I got to know
that. I went to her house and she told me that she was going to leave to Monterey in August. So I
planned to go to her house every day to see her after school but then the worse part happened. In the
school I have some friends that have been with me since 3rd grade. We were a family. Some time
later, my mom told me that we were going to go to U.S.A and I was going to lose all the things I
owned. After that, the 31 of october 2016, the date of my last good bye to all my

My Love Story
After 6 months of being loved unconditionally, or so I thought, my world shattered. The words in
bold lit up in my phone "I HATE YOU! I NEVER LOVED YOU!" Plummeting in love may not be
what it is all cracked out to be because once he said that, I still loved him, I got back with him.
That's the thing about love, no matter how much it drives you insane and no matter how much it
hurts you, you'll go back to them. Love is beautifully tragic and no one has a love story identical to
the next. Although Kyler and I may have turned into that, we were not always like that. Timing and
love usually never agree with each other usually. My first love came at the wrong time so we did not
work together for around 4 months, but November 22, 2016, it worked. That's the day I began a new
chapter of my life. Without knowing it, I would give up myself slowly for him. December 31st and
January 1st was one of the best night/mornings of my life. I went to my local skating arena and we
went skating which we usually did at the time. We stayed at the skating arena until 1am, he became
my first new year's kiss. That was one of the best memories with him. We were not always a train
wreck waiting to happen.
"You're the person I want to spend my life with."
"I want to spend my life with you too Kyler."
"You're so perfect, you're mine forever and always."
"Awe, you're more than just my boyfriend, you're also my best friend."
That was all just a lie to him, but at the time it's what we were. Every

My Love Of Love
Love is that crazy feeling that everyone gets to experience at least once in their lifetime. From a
young age, we are taught mainly by Mexican parents, that having feelings towards another
individual meant getting "cooties". (A children's term for getting imaginary germs from another boy
or girl by either touching them, kissing them, or holding hands.) However, getting "cooties" never
had a real meaning. Well, at least not for me. I was a kiddo that was unique. Ever since I was young,
I was always being told, mostly by my parents, that love was the best feeling that you will ever get
to feel within you. I'm guessing that neither one of my parents got their heart broken because they
never told me that love could also break you. That's what happened with my first love. The first I
fell in love with, and the one who broke my heart. Experiencing affection towards another individual
and having my heart broken was the time I learned something new.
It was my first year in a high school. Students there were taller, meaner, and some were even
stronger than most of the students put together, and then there were the short and small ones, and I
was one of them. I belonged to that short group were most of the students there were chubby, nerdy,
and would always sit in the front. One day, out of the blue, we had this new kid in our class. He was
the most handsome young guy a nerdy girl would dream of having. The day he walked into the
classroom was the day I heard angels sing. I knew that

My Love Of Family
American journalist Charles Kuralt said, "The love of family and the admiration of friends is much
more important than wealth and privilege." What he is saying is that even if you have many
privileges and a lot of money, it does not mean anything if you do not have family and friends. My
family is very supportive of me. They always encourage me to do what makes me happy, and what I
think is right. Even if we sometimes disagree, I know that I will always have them for guidance. I
also have support and love from my friends, who are always there for me. I know that when I go
through my life, I have the privilege of being supported and cared about by many people.
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It can also be good to have a friend with you when you start doing something new, so you will not
be completely on your own. However, if you do start on your own, it can be a good opportunity to
make new friends. I have made many new friends from doing activities like soccer, Girl Scouts, and
dance (although I do not do those anymore), as well as activities I still take part in, like drama club.
I have made many friends through drama club, and most of them are in different grades, so I do not
think I would have gotten that opportunity if I had never done drama club.
A big part of my identity and what has shaped me into who I am is musical theatre and Broadway.
Although it may seem like something small, having the experience of going to see so many shows
has affected who I am. My Mom Mom is and always has been a huge fan of Broadway, so my dad
grew up listening to a lot of show tunes and going to see shows. Because he had this experience, he
introduced me to show tunes and going to see shows, and I was able to have a similar experience to
him. Throughout my life, my parents have always taken my sister and me to see shows, even if they
were not on Broadway. (My brother does not usually come, because he is more into sports than
musical theatre.) The show that had the most impact on me was probably Wicked. I went to see
Wicked in Philadelphia, and I loved it. Seeing that show sparked my interest in seeing other shows,
and even performing in

Love And Love : My Love For Baseball
Those closest to me know my love for baseball and how much I love the sport. It's just something I
have loved about the game that I feel in love with it the moment I first stepped onto the field. I
always tell people I was born on a diamond because I feel like I was.
I guess what I love most about the game is you can't sit on a lead and run out the clock. You have to
throw the ball over the plate and play out the results. I will say though I have a hard time watching
the game on tv but if I'm at the ballpark or coaching it (which I'm currently doing so this summer)
then I can watch it all day long. I think for me there is no other sport that relates to life so much like
the game of baseball does. There are so many anthologies I can pull from the game and tie them to
life but that's probably a conversation for another day. Baseball is a game of so many highs and lows
kinda like how life is. Currently with the American Legion team I'm helping a buddy of mine coach
we have experienced highs of winning by mercy rule and come from behind wins after being down
6–0 and winning 8–7 but we have also experienced the lows like losing a close game on a walk off
and getting screwed by a horrible call at home plate that cost us another one. The pain of losing
stings worse than the joy of winning sometimes. To relate one example from baseball to life is this
everyone wants to be around you when things are going good in life but no one wants to do the same
when things aren't.
What I

My Love Story
It was a beautiful day in Europe, it was a very quiet, it was so quiet you could hear the birds
chirping and the wind howling and a beautiful child playing around on the farm.That day was a full
of surprises that no one expected.A family lived in a little house right next to a farm there in that
little housed lived a mother, a daughter and a father's name was Zach he was a farmer the mother
was named Mary she was a housewife she stayed at home most of her days women weren't allowed
to go to school or get a job so they just stayed home to take cared of their house and her child her
name was Davina. They were very wealthy and had many serfs and the lady of the house always
went out to go check on them she was the kindest person to the serfs as the father her husband was
rude to them to get the work done.One of those days she went down and meet a new serf and she
started to fall in love his name was Froy and he did too.As the weeks went by they started to hang
out every day when her husband left, she knew that this was a bad idea, but she didn't care about it,
she loved him she really did because she wasn't in love with Zach anymore she loved him but she
wasn't in love.Later in the weeks that she went down to see her lover, she noticed that her waist has
grown two times bigger than her waist.They never had much to eat so she thought to herself.
"What is happening to me my waist is bigger than want I remember my dress doesn't look the same I
hope I'm not getting sick".
The

The Love Of My Life
–Part One–
"The love of my life" ,this story made me think about my own life of many things I could relate too.
Questioning my actions, leading up to my present life . I can definitely relate having three kids all
out of
wedlock moreover being reckless with love. Gentlemen promising me love, understanding and help
when I too became pregnant. Sadly though, I did not receive what I was led on to believe I would
get.
When in actuality , they unlike Jeremy abandoned me. Though I cannot relate to China, as to what
she
had Jeremy do, I 'm assuming it was fear, that made Jeremy dispose of it and moreover listen to her.
How could you even call a precious baby an it? We all make mistakes in life and maybe yes, she
thought
it was a mistake getting pregnant but you just don't kill an innocent child. Moreover It did not want
to
come into this life however was brought into this world by two young people that should of used
better
precautions. My attitude, towards the piece of literature led me to think this was going to be another
love story of high school sweethearts moving on with life, having both been accepted to different
schools. Furthermore as I kept reading I just couldn't fathom how both could be so reckless with
another human life. Jeremy is portrayed as not even acknowledging this baby as a human seeing it
as a

waste, wasted time taken away from his future, maybe his future with China. Never the less I found
the

Unconditional Love : The Love Of My Life
Love was never something I knew much about until I met Tjerron. We met on July 11th, 2015. That
day I knew I had found the love of my life. "Never have I felt that I could be all that you see. It's like
our hearts have intertwined and to the perfect harmony." (Major, This Is Why I Love You) Tjerron is
a symbol of "everything I want," and represents unconditional love, perfection, and a great
significant other.
Tjerron showed me unconditional love seven days a week; 24 hours a day. He made sure I knew he
loved me every day. Tjerron never let a day pass without saying those three words I Love You. He
gave me constant affection emotionally and physically. He made the greatest effort to spend his
extra time with me every day, and provide the love needed in a relationship. He offered his all and
100% into our relationship. I never knew anyone could love me, or that I would ever feel the love he
gave. I come with a lot of imperfections and he loved me nevertheless. He never judged me, nor
turned his back on me. When I would feel down he would always find ways to bring me up from a
low place. I love food so he would take me to my favorite food place Chick–fil–a. Or he would plan
the most romantic dates. He exhibited the best and most unconditional love ever.
Tjerron is a true image of perfection in my eyes. He isn't lazy like plenty of the current generation of
men. He is a very hard worker. Even when he works a full–time job. He still finds other side jobs to
do in his time away from work. He has a lawn service business that he does when not working is 9–
5 job. He gets continuous promotions at work because of his dedication. He always goes above and
beyond to excel at anything he does. Tjerron is a very family oriented man. Which is one reason I
love him so much. I also love that it's a great quality for a husband to have, which I hope in the
future he will be just that. He has his mother and three sisters that are very dear to his heart. He
cherishes them and treats them like queens, along with his lovely grandmother. My mother has been
very fond of him since the day she met him. And that just made me adore him even more. My mom
never too keen on anyone I date,

My Love In My Life
It was a year ago when my life was completely different. Every face I saw looked of one to be
traitorous, inside of myself, I saw a demon who could only treat others with disrespect and malice. I
was broken, empty and betrayed. I was all alone. In July of 2016, everything in my life fell apart as I
started to become more and more depressed by the minute. My life wasn't inherently bad; I was
healthy, my parents cared for me, and things were moving along perfectly fine, but there are things
that can cause distress in the human mind and so many happened all at once sending me into a spiral
downward. Previous to the following events my life had been fine. I'd spent almost a year with a girl
who loved and cared about me more than anyone could have ever imagined, we did so much
together. She was a beautiful young girl, a year younger than I. She was short, a little chubby, but a
cute chubby, had long brown hair, wide green eyes that peered with love, pillowy lips that could
draw any man in, and had the most flawless features of any girl I'd ever met. She spoke with a soft
quiet voice and had this cute as of speaking. We would always do things together. We visited the
zoo, spent countless nights and days just talking, even went to Disney World together. She would
come to all of my band performances just to see me, she made every effort for me, including sitting
in the hallways between classes to make sure just to get an extra minute or two to see me. We had
almost one whole great

The Love Of My Life
Why are teenagers falling in love in their age? Is there a specific reason? Probably, there is not a
definite reason. "The love of my life'' is the one very knowledgeable article for early age
relationship peers that represent a real social problem in modern society. Jeremy and china are main
character that represent teenager's role in this article. They have an immature love in each other
because they have the physical relationship by looking movie and behavior from parents, however;
they don't attention on potential dangerous in the future of their life. In "The love of my life'' Boyle
explores the idea that decisions made during one's teenage years affect one's adulthood.
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When Jeremy and china figure out Jeremy's mom wouldn't come in home this night, they made a
plan to have sex like on movie in the huge bed in his mother's room. They also have an unprotected
sex during the five days trip in spring break. As a result, china becomes a pregnant. When they start
the different college, problem become huge everyday because they are not ready to become dad and
mom and stay home with take care a baby. They are committed to finish education and make highly
educated lifestyle, but they had to leave a college education because they are unable to solve this
problem safely (Boyle, 555–560).
Teenager's love can lead to become a murderer. Every teenager needs a sex naturally. Teenager
makes a boyfriend or girlfriend to fulfill their natural desire even though they are not serious about
long life relationship. Many American teenagers are in opposite sex relationship, but very rare
percentage couple will engage until long lasting relationship. They know that they cannot maintain
their relationship for long time, but they are inspired to stay in relationship by watching movies, or
natural needed. If they stay in safe relationship, they will get satisfy in their relationship, but they
are not sincere in relation that could be the cause of killer. If parents should not take care about their
children, their children might have walk– in

My True Love : The Kind Of Love
Growing up, I always wanted to know what true love felt like. You know the love you see in the
movies or the love you read about in Romeo and Juliet? Yes, that love. That's the type of love I
wanted to feel. I always thought that I would find my prince charming like Cinderella and live
happily, ever after. However, the day I fell in love it wasn't with a man, it was with a pen. I
remember this day like it just happened, but it didn't. It happened 7 years ago on a Monday morning
during my Thanksgiving break from school. I was having one of the most stressful days of my life.
The sun creeping in through my window woke me up that morning as well as the vivid smell of
pancakes and bacon hitting my nose. Sounds delicious, right? No, I hate pancakes. I got out of my
bed already irritated, simply because I hated pancakes and the smell made my stomach fill with
uncomfortable knots. I walked right into the kitchen, pulling out my favorite blue bowl that I always
use to pour my Cinnamon Toast Crunch in. "Goodmorning sweetie, I made you some bacon, but
your sister ate it all." My mom said to me, with a look of sadness on her face. I guess she noticed I
pulled out a bowl for cereal rather than a plate for the food that was already prepared on the stove.
"Goodmorning mom." I said, responding to her Good morning and just shrugged my shoulders and
continued to eat my cereal. After I finished eating, I placed the bowl inside of the dish–washing sink
and headed to my room. I

My Love Of Music
Felsenfeld did not come from a musical background, but took piano classes, worked at bars and
orchestras and fell in love with music, especially Beethoven which had a "drug like effect on him"
(p. 642) Felsenfeld only learned about Beethoven by accident when a friend "played something
wild" for him (p. 641), but Felsenfeld wanted the music to keep going, to never end. Felsenfeld
showed his love for music while composing in Opera, chamber music, and orchestral music.
Felsenfeld followed his heart and passion and is an amazing writer/ composer.
I too fell in love with my career by accident, even though my family has a history of nurse's, CNAs,
but I had no interest in seeing other people in pain and not being able to take care of themselves, but
then my nana was diagnosed with cancer, she fought for her life through surgery, chemo, and
medications. I knew something was different the night we had to stay with my aunt, being a kid no
one tells you anything you have to explore, investigate, and listen in for any clues to find out what
the adults are hiding, then the moment I wasn't expecting came, after I "barged" in the room almost
demanding for them to let me in on whatever secret there was, I first saw my aunt standing next to
the chair my nana was sitting on, nana had no shirt on, tears running down her face and some "weird
half–moon like wounds" held together with staples on her back, I approached her with fear and
many questions in my eyes , but no words were coming out,

The Love Of Reading : My Love For Reading
Ever since I was young, reading has allowed me to break away from reality and enter into my own
world. It has filled my dull, rainy days with excitement and adventure. I can remember summer
nights where I would stay up all night, struggling to fight off sleep, just to finish a good book. Once
I was captivated by the book, there was no way I could put it down without finishing it. I have had
multiple people and experiences in my life that pushed me closer and closer to reading. Because of
these people, my love for reading has only grown over the years, and it has shaped me into the
person I am today.
Reading became a big part of my life at an early age. Every night before bed I would beg and plead
my dad to read a bedtime story to me. I had a tall stack of books on my bed stand, but somehow we
always ended up reading the same one. This children's story was a book my dad had bought me for a
birthday or Christmas that he thought I would enjoy. The story itself was a spinoff on various fairy
tales like Jack and the Beanstalk and Humpty Dumpty. The book alone was good, but we would
keep coming back to that book because of the way my dad read it to me. He had a different voice for
each character which I found thoroughly hilarious. Every time we read the book, there would be a
new voice, and I'd be excited each night for bedtime so that I could hear how the story would
change. When I got a little older, my dad bought me the whole collection of the Little House on the
Prairie books. That level of reading was a little outside of my reach so my dad would read me a few
chapters each night. I loved listening to these stories, and the books had small, but colorful pictures
on every other page that grabbed my attention. By the time we read the first three or four books
together, I was able to read the rest of them on my own. There were nine books in that series, and I
read them all. My dad has influenced my love for reading in more ways than one. Not only would he
be sure that he read me a story every night, but every year for my birthday and Christmas my dad
bought me a book that he read when he was my age. For my 10th birthday, he bought me Old Yeller
and explained how it was his favorite book when he was young, and how

My Love Essay
I was loved even before I was born, that is what my parents always told me. To be loved and fully
accepted without reservation is their greatest gift to me. Raised by Christian parents who modeled
Christ's love, my early life was uneventful and peaceful. I followed the rules and never got in any
serious trouble. So for the first ten years of my life, my faith was not tested and had no chance of
maturing. My life of ease did not incite me to seek God or his purpose for me. God was in the
background for me then.
Then came some hard times. My easy life was shaken when my mom was diagnosed with breast
cancer. This was her second cancer diagnosis and more serious than the first. Real life stress and
worry came crashing in on me. Was I being punished for some wrong doing? Would my mom
survive? What would happen to me? I was just a kid, but I knew how serious this was. At first, I did
not know where to find help and comfort. Then I remembered seeing my parents turn to prayer and
the Bible especially when they had worries. I came across Ephesian 1:4, "Even before he made the
world, God loved us/me and chose us/me in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes." This
verse reminded me of what my parents told me when I was very young. God chose me to have a
relationship with Him through his Son, Christ. He holds me without fault because of the sacrifice his
Son made for me. My mom's illness was not a punishment because I have already been forgiven for
my sins. I found peace and

Unconditional Love : The Love Of My Life
Love was never something I knew much about until I met Tjerron. We met on July 11th, 2015. That
day I knew I had found the love of my life. "Never have I felt that I could be all that you see. It's like
our hearts have intertwined and to the perfect harmony." (Major, This Is Why I Love You) Tjerron is
a symbol of "everything I want" and represents unconditional love, perfection, and a great
significant other. Unconditional Love is one example of how he represents the symbol of
"everything I want." He shows complete Unconditional Love twenty–four hours a day, seven days a
week. He made sure I knew he loved me every day. Tjerron never let a day pass without saying
those three words I Love You. He gave me constant affection, emotionally and physically. He made
the greatest effort to spend his extra time with me every day, and provide the love needed in a
relationship. He offered his all and 100% into our relationship. I never knew anyone could love me,
or that I would ever feel the love he gave. I come with a lot of imperfection and me loved me
nevertheless. He never judged me, nor turned his back on me. When I would feel down he would
always find ways to bring me up from a low place. I love food so he would take me to my favorite
food place Chick–fil–a. Or he would plan the most romantic dates. He exhibited the best and most
unconditional love ever. Tjerron represents the true image of perfection in my eyes. He isn't lazy like
plenty of the current generation of men. He is a

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