My Love Story

With one last look at his face, I mutter,"Dar, I want to go home. "

As the evening went on and the sun disappeared more and more. I wanted him to leave but I also wanted him to keep talking like he had been for the past few hours. I thought it was interesting he could talk about his self like that. And thought maybe it would be good if I could talk like that about myself like my other friends at school did, maybe not as much as he did but, as they did when they made a mistake.

Bellamy furrowed his brows, taking a second to gather his thoughts and then finally spoke up, “sorry, but I’ve got other plans.”

At the end of our visit he said, "It was nice seeing you again. No matter what's going on, you are always so up." If

Watching the water glistening and shining was always so peaceful. Your arms rested upon an old wooden railing, which creaked with every movement. You leaned forward to watch a fish leap out of the water, flying into the air for a moment, before returning to the lake. As you heard the loud creaking of the railing, you tried to lean back, but before you knew it you’d lost your footing and felt yourself plunged into the lake’s depths, a scream escaping your lips before water surrounded you.

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

I sit down and settle myself on the cool metal pipe above the creek. This is my place for peace, my place to take a break from the chaos of life. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the mini waterfall in the creek, the calming tumble of cascading droplets. I can feel my heartbeat slowing and my breaths deepening as I forget all of my troubles.

“How long has it been since I’ve felt like this?” I wondered as I walked along the greenish-gray pond. My back baked in the radiating light of the sun while I pondered on about the life I lived leading up to this serene moment.There was a hectic crowded rummaging about, everyone filled with astonishment, boredom, irritation, and exhaustion. Despite all of this everything was in a calm silence. Hordes of people, but I still felt alone.

Casting my gaze up towards the serene sky, the circling of a hawk looms overhead, losing itself in spite of the sun. Eventually, the shadow of the free-spirited bird dances atop the surface of the water, as the tips of the wings lightly feather my board. The richness of blues that emanate from the tranquil sky, immerse themselves with the different hues of the rocky formations, that run along the embankment of the river. As I lose myself in the peaceful atmosphere, I cannot help

"Father I am sorry. I only meant to stay a moment and time got away from me", Mericc replied, his face pale.

“Unless you have other plans for the day. Like spending time with your own family, which is totally understandable.”

Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.

We continued walking and the air got colder, more conversation, more walking. I liked Guy, he was different from the average man from around here. He seemed curious about me, and why I walk at night and knit sweaters. I think Guy also likes having someone asking him questions. He seems lonely, even though he wears a wedding band. Montag has an expressionless face, but a rooted personality unshaped by society. He wants to be different, like me, but he only knows what he was taught. He doesn't know how. Maybe I could convince Guy to walk with me at night, I think we both are comforted by the each other's

My brow furrowed and I tilted my head, sure I had misheard him. None of this made any sense—the apologies, the guilt I could feel emanating from him. There was a part of me that would have loved to have believed that he had truly changed for the better. That he was repentant—at least a little—for his past actions. But this was all too perfect—too good to not be an act. That had to be what this was—some kind of facade that he was putting on with the expectation of … what? Getting me to go along with some plan? Getting me to do some kind of work for him and Ryan? I had no idea, I just knew that I still couldn’t even find my voice to even ask.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.