All posts tagged: love

Sometimes I Feel Like I’m Never Going to Find My Soulmate

Originally posted on My 20-Year Diary:
06/08/03 (Sunday):  This week has been pretty hectic for me. I’ve had to wake up around 9 or 10 in the morning for the past five days to go to work. It sucked because I’ve been sick since Thursday.  Anyway, my graduation was on Wednesday, May 28th, and I ended up crying. I was upset because I had hoped somehow Jordan would show up and when he didn’t, it really made me realize that things with him and I are over and I’ll probably never see him again once I leave for college. Soon my mom is going to make me go to a gynecologist for an exam. My period is never consistent, and my cramps are so bad that it will sometimes make me throw up. I’m really scared the doctors are going to tell me there’s something wrong with me, like I can’t have kids or something. Seriously, if you only knew how painful my cramps are every month…there HAS to be something wrong. I’m scared and…

Some Grotesque Teenage Beast of a Boy – 6th & 7th August 1999

Originally posted on If Destroyed Still True:
Friday 6thRhian, Abby and I went swimming today. The main reason behind it was not to swim but to see Ben McFarlane. We did but only briefly. He wasn’t actually doing his pool attending like we’d hoped but he was in the shop part. I saw Rhian’s friend Laura Morgan’s brother, Duncan, today. The rest of his family are in Florida but he’s stayed here with his auntie who’s having a barbeque tomorrow to which we’re invited. Duncan was working in his parent’s café today and Rhian was ordered by Auntie S to introduce us to him, seeing as he’ll be at this barbeque as well, but she didn’t. Instead, Rhian got food and I got a good look at Duncan. I’ve never seen him before but Abby saw him at Christmas and Rhian sees him all the time and they both told me he was minging. So, I went in there expecting him to be some grotesque teenage beast of a boy but in fact I was…

I Did Him Wrong. 

Originally posted on lilrant:
I once had the good fortune of dating a guy who was working on a start up for quite a while. Good guy. Great sense of humor, great grammar, great personality. I didn’t understand him, I didn’t.? Not that I didn’t try.? I didn’t know what you’re supposed to say to someone with passion that Michelangelo would have been jealous of. This person would work hours into the night, creating a logo. He didn’t have a functional company, but at least he had the idea, all he wanted to do was start a business, and be his own boss. He had too many ideas I didn’t understand.? We couldn’t have been more different.? He was passionate, and me, lacklustre. Where he was driven and had his own ideas, I was okay with being told what to do. We were chalk and cheese. He wasn’t actively making money, and when he said he was working, I secretly felt weird because he didn’t have an “actual job” or even office space! I was…

Accepting the Love You Think You Deserve

Originally posted on Rosie Culture:
Once upon a time I got dumped and just did not know how to deal. I felt like I had failed the relationship, my boyfriend, myself. I thought I didn’t really deserve to fall in love again – like I had missed my chance. And time and time again I was thrown into dating scenarios where everything I thought after that break up was confirmed. I was treated poorly. I treated people poorly. I had no sense of “I deserve better than this” or “I can be better.” I didn’t think those things, I accepted the insults and the cheating and the lies. I reciprocated them happily. I accepted the horrible treatment because I felt like a horrible person. Even when I came around to realizing that I’m not a horrible person, the dating scenarios never changed. I became happier and better only to still not have the wholesome relationship that I had been missing ever since the initial break up. But just because people treat you poorly, it doesn’t mean you…

Waterlogged

Originally posted on Let's talk about the L word!:
Once there existed a teenager who was filled with something That would never leave his mind, something heavy and lifting. A head that wobbled just like a log that stands afloat, aware… ? Moods and ideas, and questions that might have been premature. But who is to say what time is righter or truer to feel what he felt? That nothing could be more right or true, that he thought he knew. ? Away went the months and the years that passed with him hoping, For what is sweet about this guy is the way he cared not about time Or the pain it brings, or even less that it was in vain and yes, he knew. ? Learning that people can not reciprocate in that measure we expected. Listening to advice that is valid but so hard to believe in, so pointless. Living in a hunt for my place with her, or hers with me. But who is she? ? I think he eventually perceived that disappointment can teach something, Not to him, for…

A Little Love

Originally posted on Miss Toni Speaks:
Ten days ago my love and I celebrated six years of dating. On this day, we travelled to Reach Falls in Portland. It was a long journey but the beauty of this island was not lost on me. The rain was pouring when we arrived but we managed to have an enjoyable time regardless. I love road trips so that in itself was just great! It’s been six years of dating at long distance and I can’t help but wonder when that will end. There is no foreseeable end but at least we have decided to take certain moves towards that. I’m on the hunt for a job in his area and he in mine. I am so looking forward to a breakthrough because I would like to move past us only having a visiting relationship. I think one of the challenge is that we have not been intentional about it. It’s like we’re just waiting and if it happens, it happens. Or maybe it’s contentment, we’re just both so happy with…

Poetic Love

Originally posted on vinnylanni:
She fell in love with my words. I couldn’t compete. My stories, poetic flow, and ability to ignite emotion in others held her a captive to my craft. My words are my catalyst; the perfect muse to manipulate her mind, make her fall in love, with me; if she only knew of my intentions. The way I can press ink to paper made me worth something. In her world, she saw my beautiful letters in-coherence, stories of love, and fictional tales of our future beyond the page before she spoke real words to me. Poetry can help land a dream girl, a beautiful one too; I’m different; most guys don’t write. And she’ll adore me for my talent, until she realizes, my ink speaks of non-fiction, and I’m more than an emotion-soaked white blue-lined page on the inside.

He Said That he liked me as a friend – 22nd & 23rd October 1998

Originally posted on If Destroyed Still True:
Thursday 22ndI was in a really miserable mood this morning. I think I was tired after being on a high last night but I just felt really down. Ed’s party doesn’t help. It’s going ahead on Saturday night and Ed only asked me coz Emma made him. That didn’t make me feel too good, I can tell you. Reuben Leigh (he left our primary school and I used to really like him) is going and Emma says Ewan is. I know what I’m like though. I always get my hopes up but then get disappointed and Emma always throws herself at people who she likes so I probably won’t have any chance. Either that or they won’t be there. I don’t even know if I’m going yet. Freda is having a sleepover tomorrow night. Hopefully that’ll be good but if I do go on Saturday I’ll probably be knackered! BYE! Saturday 21st Freda’s sleepover went okay last night. Nothing really interesting happened but she got a photo of…