The beginning of a new romantic relationship is an exciting time – and falling in love can be a life-changing experience. However, at the start [continue reading..]
Sometimes it just happens: as random and as unexpected as Life sometimes have a way of interrupting your planned journey.
You are already in a relationship and like all relationships there are ups and downs, but you guys are already in it for years. Arguments occur but they get patched up and made up, sooner or later.
Women are emotional creatures. As such, written word touches our soul even more than spoken words. The thing about a love letter is that it lasts forever. She can always go back and read it as many times as she wants to. Although you can say sweet things, it changes a little every time.
I once read the story of a man who was actually a bad writer. He was so bad at writing, nothing he put down was good enough and he was already marked as a terrible writer. No one would hire his services.
So he got a coach, and even this coach couldn’t help but tell him to quit writing. But he didn’t quit. He relaxed instead on his random writing activities and started to write with more focus, on subjects he was passionate about.
Even as we sit for a chat some minutes to 1pm, she is thinking aloud of what she should have for lunch.
I’m sorry I pushed you away because I responded to all your texts on time, I answered all your calls and I said yes to all your dates.
It’s easy to forget we aren’t indestructible. Blinded by the burning, soaring highs of being on this earth, it’s easy to feel untouchable and firmly in control; hands on the wheel, life grasped tight and warm in both fists.
I genuinely believe that texting is the worst thing that’s ever happened to the dating world. It is an inevitable thing that we all have to endure in order to charm someone.
Phone ringed. He removed it from his pocket and placed it to his left ears. Hello! Silence!
My uncle was never guilty by looks. He was one of the handsomest men I ever came across. He was well built, vast in so may areas of knowledge, stout and always bespectacled. Moreover, it was he who was my Sunday school teacher. Dad and mom never suspected anything about our cordial and intimate relationship; to them it was just the usual uncle-niece relationship, no strings attached, so they believed.