The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes – a blown out candles, I wish to go with him. Sometimes I see a flicker- a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he’s gone again. Three years ago he had been so much happier, and three years on, he still missed her more than anything. The last time he saw her he hadn’t wanted to let go. Some days he felt that his heart was slowly being chipped at by a chisel, making it smaller, harder to function. She’d meant too much to him and he had lost that. She had fallen out of his grip and he wasn’t able to hold on. He patiently waits for the day to hear those words from her, still waits to once again hear her tell him she loves him. He’s only heard it once, that same day she left. Those are the words that broke him; they are the ones that had made the tears spill. And when he had said it back to her, her arms had tightened around his larger frame. She didn’t want to let go. He would give anything to have her back home. The moment he realises he needs her more than anything, is the moment his heart ...
He shows his love for her by giving her a flower. Which means love, happiness, strength, and kindness. She receives the flower in awe and also in sadness because, she has to leave him. As she stands there with tears filling her eyes. Them both staring deeply into each other eyes wishing they didn’t have to leave one another. As the train slowly approaches in the distance behind them they both get nervous and sad. And at that point they both then knew that the time has come for them to part at once.
She was just as in love with him as she would hang on to him and grow fonder with every minute spent together. Yet, within a month of my father’s death… Oh god, I don’t even want to think about it. Women are so weak. Even with the shoes worn to my father’s funeral, crying like crazy.. An animal would’ve mourned her mate longer than she had.
She refuses to show him love. “When I move away and hold the sheet against myself he, sensing what this means, refuses, adamant yet polite, to traffic in the currency of rejection.” (Lopez) She met this new guy and he kisses her hand. “You see, a new boy just a last month had raised my shy hand to his warm mouth and kissed the inside of my palm.” (Lopez) She does not really know what she wants. The kiss has her mind think about worth her really love her lover. In the end she says, “Why should he give up? (Lopez). She doesn’t know why he is still with her after she rejects his
She gets terrified and self-conscious and runs away because she thinks that he is only staying with her because his devotion felt more like a curse than actual love. In this piece of text you can catch heaps of similes and metaphors like, “Those calves, I swear, like bricks” (Rassette, 31), “He kept his dreams of us tucked away, hoarded them like those gas-station receipts he jams into the back pocket of his jeans” (Rassette, 32), “He’s charming, but in a dusty way, like the chimes of an old clock” (Rassette, 34), “Now I felt shriveled and curled, more like a fetus feasting on a conjoined twin than a mother growing a son” (Rassette, 31); this quote can also fit into the imagery category, even though it’s a bit too gory for readers to read about love. I picked this piece of text because it is one of those cliché stories where there is always a happy ending. It is also told in first person point of view, along with the other two
He can hear her steps down the stair to the cellar. He almost burst into tears. Patrick knows that he can’t give up now, not after he have broken her heart and made up everything so she can leave him. There was no Rebecca, he had no son, his parents didn’t force him into this marriage he was the one who made things look like that both their parents wanted them to get married. Patrick was afraid that she wouldn’t agree to this marriage. I can’t stop now, Patrick thought to himself it’s working she’s believing it; he told himself to hold back the tears but one still slip down his cheek.
Although their love has endured through many years, it has come to an end in the story. All throughout the story the couple is reminiscing about their life and while they are there are some odd details that are strewn throughout.
The poem “Those Winter Sundays” displays a past relationship between a child and his father. Hayden makes use of past tense phrases such as “I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking” (6) to show the readers that the child is remembering certain events that took place in the past. Although the child’s father did not openly express his love towards him when he was growing up, the child now feels a great amount of guilt for never thanking his father for all the things he actually did for him and his family. This poem proves that love can come in more than one form, and it is not always a completely obvious act.
“Just listen. Please,” only the desperation in his voice made me stay- well I guess that’s not true. Deeply I wanted to hear what he had to say but another side of me wanted t the apology. “Look,” he sounded as though he was on the brink of tears- and lots of them too. “I still love you.I still love you with everything I have. I was drunk and lost that night- I never called you because- because I was scared you would leave me. I’m hopelessly in love with you Abigail, I never wanted to hurt you,” in that moment he sounded so cliche that I wanted to slap him across the face. I noticed him beginning to shake his head. “I know the idiocy of what I just said made you laugh on the inside, but- the dearth of my sleep, I’ve missed you so much, please just-” I thought about it all, and the worst part is that I believed him and the only way to shut him up now, was to well. I leaned as close possible to him and wrapped my hands around his head pushing his soft lips against my own. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t him I ever needed, it was someone at all and my choice was
Only in a dream, he can see her face. He hopes on day she will come to her place. The passion and love "Return to my mind, to my flesh." He pleads they had what all other want, and realizes he's a fool for not wanting to be caught.
The little girl shook of her covers and crawled into her father's lap. He sobbed as she held him; his tears dampened the nape of her nightgown as she held him. She finished the story for him, whispering the last of it into his ear. "Because love is the only thing worth killing, and dying, for."
It should have been raining. It almost always rains in the movies when girls get their hearts broken. When that young man with a bittersweet smile and “I’m sorry” eyes shows up on the doorstep; telling his sweetheart that he is going off to war or beginning a battle with a fatal disease.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
The melodies and harmonies woke him up from his deep slumber, creeping into the small cottage through the bedroom window. He rose to his elbows and listened intently; it wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t soft, either. It was like a missed lover come home, calling to him, missing him. His thoughts flew to the girl that occupied his bed with him the night before, and called out her name.
She had loved him...she still loved him. How could she ever forget the "good times" they had together? The tender caresses, his hairy, sinewy arms, the long passionate nights, and the...
Like so many innocent, selfless girls, untouched by the world, I forgave him. The pain dispersing through my body reminded me that I was strong and all I needed to do was heal. I would cry without tears at first, the sadness inside me so intense, that the hollowness in my heart would weigh me down. My heart’s deep hollowness was so immense, that the loudest shrie...