Hi there; it’s me, the girl you used to love. The girl you said was your forever, your one true love. The girl you wanted to marry, to build a family with, and to spend the rest of your life alongside. Yup, It’s me. I’m here to talk to you about something really important. In fact, I think both of us are quite familiar with the topic, but only because we went against it, not followed it. You ready? The reason I’m writing to you, whom I still care about greatly, is to talk about emotional chastity, and how we never thought to consider it. We were like an ongoing fire, you and me. Sometimes we were blazing in the love we had for one another, eventually getting out of control for adding too much to it. And sometimes the fire was steady and …show more content…
Maybe you still love me too, I can’t be sure. I am sure of one thing though: we were careless. We said things too soon, we made plans for things we weren’t ready for, we didn’t protect each other’s hearts, and more importantly, we didn’t protect each other’s souls. I mean, we were kids; a girl and a boy, hungry to be loved. I’m not saying that we didn’t have something special because I know we did, and I think we still do. I remember the signs God gave me, the signs God gave you, and the way we helped each other grow and heal tremendously. But we did things we shouldn’t have done; our unchaste words acted as precursors for unchaste actions. They weren’t the same kind of chastity, however; the physical and the emotional – we failed them …show more content…
But really, it wasn't loving, at least not the kind of love God wanted us to have (which is the only true form of love: unconditional, faithful, and whole). We were reckless, messy, and careless; and I only wish we would have seen it earlier. But here I am; writing this letter to you, as you sit in the front seat of our friend’s car, breaking my heart with every moment you subject me to silence. I miss my best friend, but by the grace of God, I’ve been transformed. I see what was wrong with our relationship, I see how blessed I am, and all my faith rests in Him. He has prepared a new man for me to marry, and you know what, that new man could even be you. But notice how I said a man and not a boy. You’re not there yet, but you will be one day, and you’ll find the new woman God has set aside for you to take as your wife. I pray for that day all the time, for you to become fully man, in God’s good grace. But most importantly, I’ve discovered that, even though I thought you would be my forever, you’re not, and neither is the new man who has been set aside for me. No, there is only one man who can truly be my forever, my one infinite love, and my true soul-mate: and that man is Jesus Christ. Nobody I find on Earth can be everything I desire and need, only God can fill me with the purest of love, and He will be there even when my future husband can’t be. And guess what; He’ll be there for you
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
Stargirl was not like everyone else in Mica High. She was a unique individual with no restrictions to her own identity. But when Leo stressed the fact that she was so different, she undertook the task to change herself, for Leo’s sake. Even though Leo was euphoric with the new Susan Caraway, her shunning was not ebbed. The change did nothing for stargirl but cripple her jovial personality. Stargirl shouldn’t have changed herself for someone else’s motive, but should’ve kept herself the way she was, as your own happiness should be put before others, and there’s always someone that stays by your side no matter the notions made of you.
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
“Sugar, Spice, and everything nice. These are the ingredients to create the perfect little girls.” – The Powerpuff Girls Narrator. That's all you'd heard on a Sunday morning and from a cute little girl sitting on a couch watching her favorite cartoon show. My Mom would sit next to me and wonder why I loved watching this so much.
A New Beginning The dreadful crimes, the gray sky. The powerless people and the fearful creatures. All this misery and tragedy ended when someone from far, far away came into our midst. A superhero who called herself Aqua. We had people frightened from far and wide praying and calling for someone who could protect them and their families.
Everyone has a past. Some people embrace their mistakes while others crumble and hide behind theirs. While someone’s past might affect their future, it will not determine the person they are. There is no age, height, gender, or race requirements for error, but a variety of religions, especially Christianity, emphasize this standard. In the poem “Sex without Love” by Sharon olds, the concept of religion is used to constantly remind the audience of the speaker’s attitude about sex before marriage. Although the religious speaker in this poem is confused and insulted by the actions of fornicator’s, she utilizes the bible as a sarcastic tool instead of judgmental.
Hmm this is weird and slightly disturbing. It makes you question life and all its wonders and secrets. Wow let me stop before I give you the wrong idea about me. First off I'm not some deep thinker who spends his life reading books, thats probably and accurate description of you. I'm not even alive, well at least not yet anyway give summer a minute or two.
“She's a millionaire off of candy, the hottest dresser in the game, Miami it’s your own Melinda Geraton!” announced the man in a suit with hair slicked back. “That’s your cue”, ushered the lady with hot pink hair. “Stop I’m not doing this interview, I just had a photo shoot so I look a mess.”
This girl is my everything, and she became my everything from the first day I met her. She understood me more than any human being in the world, she knew what I loved, what I hated, what I disgusted, and what I wanted and I knew her too. We were on the same track, only by looking at her I was the happiest guy in the world, I could stare in her eyes for the whole day, and watch her smiling and laughing for the entire life. Her laugh was love when she laughed her eyes shone like two, single, bright stars. When I was looking at her my heart was going crazy, and I was smiling like an idiot. I still have that feeling. I mentioned that I messed everything up, it’s true. I told her the worst thing you could tell someone you love, someone you want to be with for life. It’s unbelievable how easy it is to ruin someone’s feelings, and how hard it is to get those feelings
When we first met I did not know how to trust anymore. The spirit of life had been taken from me, but somehow you helped me find it again. At the time we met, I was going through some hard times, but when others turned their backs on me, you stood by my side. You were determined to be there for me and for that I thank God every day that he sent you to me. If I would have known that when I told about my past you would be there to help me through it, then I would have told you a long time ago.
He would sweep me off my feet to our own bungalow home, our castle. I would live my days out being a homemaker, and mother. He would take care of our children and be the breadwinner. I thought this would be our happily ever after. I had a belief there was a perfect someone for me to find within the world.
We were in control and responsible for each other's happiness. With love and trust we began to unravel our dreams. Together we became partners, lovers, parents, providers, and most of all best of friends. Friends who had no secrets from each other, friends who would die for each other. We have shared the good times and bad, we've made and lost friends and relatives, we've shown our good side and bad, we've been right and wrong, we've laughed and cried, consoled each other in times of sorrow, and have weathered the storms of our changing lives.
My love, no words can explain how much I miss you and cherish you, and wish for nothing but to have you by my side so I can love you with my entire being, yet that is not the reality. It has nearly been two moons since our last meeting, the last time since I had looked into your most beguiling, captivating eyes, been two moons since I had felt the warmth of your hands on mine, two months since my lips had met yours, two moons since I had last heard the sweet, sweet sound of your melodious voice with my own ears- yet my love for you has faded no less but has strengthened and increased even more so. Since we had last parted, you were the only thing on my mind, and all I asked was to see you again and spend the rest of my eternity with you. Of course, I had been reminded by Jungkook and Taehyung
But when he says this I do not feel love, but betrayal. I think of the battlefield that he declares the world to be, and I note that it is not the world fighting against me, but him. The greatest tests have been to love him, through his own demons, his own diseases. I bite into my cheek, so as not to say again. That he would never fuck me over again, It is what he means so I do not say it. Instead, I think of my mother and her strength, her magic. I try to embody it, to wash myself in it, to see this man who has declared war on love and heal him. I try and allow her teachings to possess me, and then allow my spirit to possess his. To show him, the power of the love he has no belief in. To allow him to see the world through my eyes, one that does not see a battlefield to thrash against, but an ocean that flows peacefully, one that would carry me, carry us if we only let it. I do not give up on him, though sometimes I want to, I love him. I love him as he learns to love himself, that is my
I don’t know will she come back to me nor will we ever meet again? People say I have to move on, seriously? Welcome to my shoe and say it if you can. I read few stories in facebookstories.com, I believed miracles do happen. Maybe one day she may read these few pages I wrote, she would know I always love her and she is the joy of my life. Now I embark the journey of my life whit never-ending hope.