breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
He Asked Me For Money to Marry Him
A few weeks back, I got a call from Neha, a friend of mine from school. She told me her engagement had been called off. This news shocked me because I knew Neha and her boyfriend, Aryan, had been together since our school days.
By Anangsha Alammyan6 years ago in Humans
Queendom
I think of you, when the sun goes down and the earth is dark, when I’ve had my shower, and I’m tucking myself in like a baby. I think of you, when my head is almost silent, and my chest feels numb. I think of you, and I laugh because I would have been married for about a year now. I would have been married to a man who sold drugs, got addicted to drugs, a man who cheated and lied to me on a loop for 3 months. Yeah. I think of you, when the air conditioning is too cold, and the sounds of the house breathing almost sound like the past playing scenes in the walls.
By VikingIndie6 years ago in Humans
Young, Dumb and Naive
Have you ever felt heartbroken before? Have you ever felt that sinking feeling like you will never be good enough? Or that you're just not someone's choice? At one point in life, everyone would experience a love so pure and exciting that when it ends, all will be left are memories that will either haunt you or guide you for the rest of your life.
By Lea Tapucar6 years ago in Humans
Is there a one?
I thought I found the one, surprisingly someone I never thought I could even imagine being within a relationship. We were so different, we still are, in my opinion. However, when telling myself this person was the one, I might not have found that person. I just convinced myself to believe in it. They were giving me what I never thought I could ever ask for in a relationship, but they also gave me something I never wanted to experience. Betrayal, my feelings not being heard and just not being able to communicate our issues.
By Annie Curran6 years ago in Humans
How You Can Make Your Long-Distance Relationship Work
My love language is touch. I prefer physical expressions of love over verbal affirmations. Be it hand-holding, hugs, or cuddles, I need to feel my partner physically to know they are close, to understand that they cherish me.
By Anangsha Alammyan6 years ago in Humans
Raining Cats and Dogs
I wandered in about half past midnight. It started to rain harder and the neon was hard to resist. I heard the bell ring as I opened the door and the cook yelled from the kitchen “Sit where you want, but hang up your coat!” I guess if I was working in an all night diner on Market on a Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning I might bark at me too. I hung my black trench coat on the metal rack by the door, right under the moose head. Not sure why they had a moose head in the middle of San Francisco, but there it was.
By Sharyl Weinshilboum6 years ago in Humans
Deja and Her True North
Deja and Her True North Deja Vu Bennett sat in Rockie’s Diner at 12:43am and knew she was in big trouble. She had gotten off work hours ago and ignored every increasingly irate text from Neil. Whenever she did finally go home, there would be hell to pay. But the booth she was in felt like a warm fuzzy blanket and the apple crisp was heavenly, so there she continued to sit.
By Elisha McLemore6 years ago in Humans
To Fill You Up
Filling you up depleted me. My focus, my energy, my heart, my soul. I willingly gave up all that made me who I was. Every spare part, every tiny space and every speck of light I gave up to you, to fill you up with all of that. And it depleted me. You feasted on it and depleted me. And as I became depleted, as I grew tired and weary, you began to resent me. You told me I was weak, soft, pathetic. When I reached out for a small piece from you, for some hope, for some kindness . . . you snarled and hissed at me from behind dark angry eyes. You found only faults in the shell of what was left of me.
By Tonya Fines6 years ago in Humans
Ghosts of Memories Past
The unique blend of artificial maple syrup, heavy rewarmed grease, and post-club sweat is always the first thing I notice when I step into the diner. The late staff glance at me as I enter, too tired to give a crap where I sit. There’s none of the perky “Hey, welcome” that comes at two in the afternoon. Everyone knows that you only show up to a diner after 10pm if you’re drunk, in a theatre group, or brokenhearted.
By Alexandra Rovirosa6 years ago in Humans
Attracted to a Toxic Being
I was 15 when I met him. He was 5’10, light skinned, and built like a God. I loved his smile. He had the prettiest white teeth ever. He was very handsome. He resided in the Valley Green projects. I wasn’t from there but, I didn’t live far away. If it was for my cousin DeeDee, I wouldn’t have met him at all. She had a boyfriend around there and one day I was allowed to go with her. I meet him and I was in heaven. I continued to go visit even after DeeDee and her man broke up. Nothing was going to keep me from him. I was about to turn 16 in a week. I was excited. It was summertime and I was working a summer job through the Summer Job Program. I remember him calling my house and I’m trying to talk but my grandma was constantly in ear shot of my conversation. He asked me what did I want for my birthday, what I wanted to say was,YOU. What came out of my mouth was a necklace. Now I was still a virgin, but I was ready to experience sex. DeeDee and I would talk about sex and I would ask a lot of questions. The last thing she told me was, “The only way to know about it is to do it". Carnell asked me if that was all I wanted. I couldn’t say nothing more than yes. The way my grandma was circling me, I thought she was reading my lips. I made plans quickly as I could and hung up. I was going to see him on my birthday.
By Heiress Harrington6 years ago in Humans
