romance-love

The term 'first-love' exists because there always more to count ahead, as pure as the previous one, as true as the one that touched your soul lately.

Love ends abruptly. In fact, this is central to endings of most sort. We just don't admit that.

Time is an obstinate healer. It heals you against your will. And the younger you are, the faster you are cured, only to come out more immune.

She was covered in sweat, and her body odor filled my nostrils. But her smell wasn't repulsive, believe me! It was rather alluring. It was tempting, a little foul, sour, yet arousing.

I hope you know that when you__e happy, or sad, or joyful, when you__e melancholy on spring days, or rainy nights, or autumn evenings, I__ be right there with you, watching the leaves change. And during cold winters by the popping and cracking of a chimney fire, as the snow powders the limbs of the cedars, I__ be there, with you, lying beside you when you wake up and when you go to sleep. And I__ never abandon you. I__ be there for you when you need me. And starting now, I__l be there for you as long as my time on earth shall last. All you ever have to do is tell me what you want or need and I__l provide that for you, if it__ within my power. I swear I__l love you the rest of my life.

Yellow swallowtail butterflies, with their charcoal striped wings, were all over the wildflowers. The woodpeckers rattled away in the trees. Two weeks ago, those sounds were annoying to me, but now, it sounds more like a song. I stopped to ask myself what was wrong with me, for everything to be so awesome in the world, and then I remembered. So this is what being in love is like.

Grandpa would go for strolls alone through the pastures where meadowlarks and grasshoppers flew like broken-winged birds, where rabbits constructed their havens, and where thick-coated coyotes and red-tailed foxes sniffed and searched them out.

Darcy looked at Graham for the first time in months, and realized that her memory had not done him justice. He was gold and bronze, perfect like a statue. His eyes were ice blue. They were eyes that could pierce a man's resolve, and probably had many times. But not now. Now they assessed her, ice fading to liquid sky...

I went for walks across the fields in my cozy, cotton-knit shirt, my worn out jeans, and my cowboy boots. I would stand at the pasture fence and watch the sun set. One day, pink ripples trailed its red ball; then the next it was a yellow bulb shining against gold-dusted clouds. Though it seemed as if heaven was on the other side of the hill, for some reason, the sunset was sad. At night, I would sit in the rocking chair by the fire with a cup of coffee and a book in my hand, a practice I had grown to love over the years. But what was once refreshing was now depressing. And when I stopped to ask myself what was wrong with me to see the world as so dull, dark, and worn-out looking, I remembered.

If Aphrodite had an avatar on earth, it was her. It was her- the Holy Grail men keep searching all through their lives!

I__e learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator.

To find my true identity, look for the simplicity freely suspended somewhere in the complex solution of evil and good. No matter what forms the solvent, what forms the solute.

She shook her head, and we parted, kissing, as the first beams from the sun burst forth behind us. When I returned to my bedroom, the scent of her hair remained on my pillow. For the first time in my life, at the age of twenty-five, I was in love.

It is astounding how women influence our entire ambit, and that's in this 'manly' world! They amaze you, don't they? And man, we get amazed!

Eden hid her smile in my hand and leaned down and kissed me. I took her face in my hand, her velvety skin like energy against my fingertips. Her love for her family and for people who were hurting all collided with her stunning beauty and made her irresistible. I kissed her forehead, her cheek, her neck, and her chin. Our noses touched, and she drew a shaky breath. Her hair hung around my face, creating a veil that hid us from the world.

So we went for a stroll in Alumni Park, a grassy lawn in front of Pepperdine that overlooks the coast. Deer trickle down from the hills and rocky bluffs to graze there. The coral trees rise like watchtowers over a pond where fresh water reeds grow, providing a small refuge for ducks and wild birds. At night, a full moon leaves a trail on the ocean__ black waters, and the constant coastal breeze disturbs the tree limbs, sending their leaves into a continuous stirring.

It still remains as the best moment of my sex life.... touching and feeling the bosoms of a girl for the first time is an experience with no near rival.

The 'humanity' that we bear is stuck in dividing grades. The affinity, the warmth in our hearts has turned partial accordingly.