This weekend, I went to see "Sex and the City" with my friend. My mom wasn't very keen on me going, but she said I was old enough to make my own decision to see the movie. So, of course I went. I didn't really want to see it, but I felt bad that I blew off my friend twice that week. As I sat in the theater, I laughed at the jokes-mostly dirty and full of curses.
Love is so complicated….
If anyone can help me please comment back
Even in our world that seems so full of hate, violence, mistrust, shame, and abuse, I would wholeheartedly argue that true love still exists and is all around us.
On the insistance of a member, here's a poem I published in the Creative Writing site of ProgressiveU. While I'm on the subject, more people should click the creative writing tab under thier name (to the right). Its a worthwhile site and you should all check it out.
Death Takes a Lover
does highschool love actually exist? Does love itself actually exist? or is it just devotion?
In one of my classes, the subject of marriage has come up several times as a tangential topic of discussion. Being 21, and newly married myself, I took a keen interest. One particular issue has been raised that got under my skin: prenuptial agreements.
This is always a thing that people have many opinons on. A lot of people feel like that if you aren't a certain age and you love someone it's not true love. Then there are people who believe that true love can happen at any age(not like at age 10). What do you think about it?
Remember the first time we spent together, how we wanted it to last forever.
I'd lay in your arms as you'd hold me tight, dreading the time we would leave for the night.
Talking about everything on our mind, completely forgetting about the time.
The cold nights we would spend in your car, hoping no one sees us parked where we are.
