My real life

Being Handsome

I had been waiting for. I walked across the courtyard trying to find her. My heart was racing about a hundred miles an hour. I kept on asking myself, "Do I have the guts?" Finally I saw her. The sunlight made her beautiful blonde hair look angelic. Her face was glowing and her lips as red as apples. I just wanted to go up to her and plant this big, wet, sloppy kiss on her that would make her forget her name. "I've got to do it," I said to myself. I walked up to her, almost in slow motion. When I was about two feet away she turned around and look deep in to my eyes. It was like we were looking in past our eyes down to our soul. Finally, we stood face to face. We stared at each other for at least a good five minutes when we both went for each other's lips. I closed my eyes. When I was a centimeter away from her luscious lips, I heard a voice scream.When I opened my eyes I found myself about to kiss my history teacher Mrs. Jenkins. I jumped up and took my seat. The class was laughing hysterically loud. My face was as red as the apple on Mrs. Jenkins desk. I felt myself sinking down into my chair like I woul...

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Lovely life

Being Handsome

 Remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter.Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips.To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”.I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.” 

So, someone should have told me that love is for those few brave who can handle the unbearable emptiness,the unbearable guilt and lack of oneself,Because I lost myself to someone I loveand I might get myself back one daybut it will take time, it will take time.

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Love me Love me

Being Handsome

What will happen if people live without love? In my point of view, without love I may lose my ability to survive in this world with no hope. Without love I can be defined as a rat living in the sewer, with no chance to see our beautiful land and with no chance to lighten up myself against the darkness. As well as, I may lose many opportunities of  both mentally and physically, when I do not know what love is. Do you want to live with love or without love? For me, my answer will be positive. Because I believe love is a special and meaningful diamond, which can spread out the reflection of Love to people generously, as well as sending out the invitation to welcome my friends and people who I love to come to my kingdom of love. Therefore people should not hesitate to own this priceless diamond to enhance your life as the way I enhanced mine. 

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Having love with fashion

Soul is the key element of making love. Your soul can think like your mind does. It can yearn the way your body yearns. But it combines the two into passion. True passion. The body’s needs are like a whining child: “I want I want I want!!!” Loud, needy, clingy. The minds needs are too methodical to have life: “I want because of (insert a billion and a half practical reasons).” Practical, pragmatic, lacking conviction. But the soul joins the truth of the mind and the need of the body into passion. And making love is all about passion; the passion for life. And that’s why the death metaphor for it is worthwhile. Because all throughout the grieving process, the process of death, one truly sees life for what it is. It is why we are ashamed to look upon a dead being: why should we try to reconcile that dead flesh with the living human when the two aren’t even in the same realm of existence? We are afraid of not living. But we go to another extreme with making love. This blatant celebration of life and the ability to create life scares people. It scares them because making love is so potent and beautiful and because it is everything that it’s cracked up to be. We are scared of living, but are also too scared not to live while we can. Making love is truly living. It is celebrating life by showing that the truest expression of love can exist, can be the only hope in a world filled with war and pain. Having sex is simply an imitation of making love.

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