My friend is living her best relationship. There is this one thing missing, though. He won't say I love you.
She’s yearning to hear these three magical words, but her boyfriend isn’t obliging.
He’s caring and kind, reliable and supportive, funny and uncontrollably cute — in her eyes — loyal and trustworthy. He’s quite a catch. And he is showing up for her.
He is showing — not telling.
“True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.” — Erich Segal
So what are the subtle, quiet signs that it is true…
My back hurts as I type this piece. It always does the day after.
Our moments together — or love-making sessions, as he calls them — are the most passionate, sweet and hot, most attentive sex I’ve had in my life.
It’s fireworks, multiple orgasms, or small deaths as the French call them, non-stop kissing, intense eye contact, and shaky thighs afterwards. Our chemistry is undeniable.
It feels like I’m 19 again. When he texts me, I go all jelly inside. When he doesn’t, my heart and ego boats sink. These ups and downs have become a routine rollercoaster. …
Writes is obviously not my real name. I want to be as authentic, honest and vulnerable in my writing as I possibly can, without having to worry if potential employers or colleagues read my posts.
I’m still finding my voice here on Medium. I write about experiences that taught me something, made me think differently or even changed me.
I’m a Greek living in Paris. I could live on pasta, coffee and ice cream which makes me wonder if I was an Italian in a previous life.
I’m a hommie. I love the scent of fresh laundry and sleeping on…
Yours was the prettiest dick I ever did see.
And for a good while, the only dick I wanted to see. I didn’t need or want to experience any other. The allure was such that I got hooked — but that’s another story.
In my book, there are two types of relationships; those that evolve and those that stagnate.
Evolving relationships are healthy and may take different shapes or forms. Sometimes intense and foreplay and other times in the shadows of our lives, providing critical backbone support. In contrast, when relationships seem to go nowhere, well, it’s because they’ve got…
For the last couple of years, my dog always chose to start her walk by crossing the alleyway next to my apartment, turning its head to slide the door open, then running joyfully inside the narrow cobblestone path between magnolia and fruit trees.
A few days ago, we saw a ball of wire next to the door, and she sniffed it with added curiosity. Then, later on, that day, two men were installing iron gates on each side of the alleyway. My heart sank.
Ever since the gate doors appeared, my dog stays patiently before them, waiting for them to…
This is a sorta fairytale about a raisin girl and smudged mascara. About messy bedsheets and messier life choices. You bet your life it is.
Jeena got out of bed. Her mascara staining the luxurious white linen pillowcase. A naked Jack or Dave deep in sleep. She can’t remember his name, but she’s pretty sure it starts with a J or a D, as everyone else’s name in this part of town, and his smell is ever so familiar and distantly reminiscent of a fun night.
She’s been everybody else’s girl. Maybe one day she’ll be her own.
I’m a serial unrequited love girl.
Every since I can remember, I was attracted to unavailable men. Or to someone who didn't even know I existed. Or to a man who didn't show any sign of wanting me back. Or to men who aren’t emotionally available. I put them on a pedestal, ignoring all the signs that this was not a realistic scenario. Whatever one-sided love you can think of, I’ve been there, done that.
But from time to time, a guy would show up in my life, show me his interest and as soon he talked feelings, I wanted…
I have this increasing fear that I’ll never love again.
I’ve loved once, I’ve loved deeply and was loved back. But it’s been a while and after the hurt, it took a while to heal and then fear stepped in. He said ‘Don’t you worry, I’m in control now. I’ll make sure you don't ever get hurt again.’ I said ‘ok’ and let him take over. My life became a series of calm, selfish days, with little to upset me outside of work.
I’m loving my life. But I can't help but wonder. What if there’s more? What if by…
Look at this chrysanthemum. How freaking gorgeous she is. She’s all open and living life to the fullest.
I blossomed after age 35.
Choosing career paths in my last year at school, I went to my maths teacher asking for advice. I felt it was in no way possible to know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. What if I change my mind down the line?
Overly mature for my age, as people often told me, I chose university degrees based on their promise for a financially viable future. …
Last year my team was hit twofold. The pandemic and a shitty manager.
While we were navigating the new reality of working remotely, we also suffered miscommunication, office politics, and a stressed-out, disorganized boss.
Some of my colleagues called it quits. Some moved to different teams. Some called in the office doctor and went on month-long sick leaves. I chose to stay; I burned out.
When the pressure at work was…
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