i thought i knew how this felt. the warmth, the excitement. until i fell in love with someone who never showed me this feeling ever again. she said she loved me. it was a complete lie.
My affection for him started when I first heard the sound of his sweet voice. He was 18 years old when I met him, and I knew at that moment that I would be getting myself into trouble with this man. He had a way about him that made me weak, and tortured my stomach with twists and pains unimaginable.
When I was a little girl, I didn’t have much of this. I kind o wondered what it was like and never really has a chance to learn what it was. I guess that’s why I’m no good with it now
My affection for pizza is without bounds. Pizza, as they say, is delicious. The things you can put on a pizza are matched only by the things you can put on your head. Such as hats and pepperoni and mushrooms and pancakes. Ahh, pizza, my most beloved of all foodsuch concoctions. Can I live three weeks without pizza? Nay. A week perhaps at most.
affection is nothing to the masses, they are affectionate toward things and not people but with a flat affect affect the tides of weary chance that have nothing to do with free will, a phenomenological turing test, the nothingness.
I always wanted my dad’s affection. Or even his attention. Not once, but twice, when I made it to the final round in the spelling bee in our area he took the day off- to fix his computer. His previously fine computer. It was as if he was rubbing it subconsciously in my face, “haha I don’t love you! But I do love this computer.”
affection between gross people can really gross me out
it’s all relative, it’s just about if you like who the affection is between
if i’m watching my sister be affectionate with her lurking, awkward, pimply German boyfriend, then it makes me fucking gag
but with some people, it’s okay
It’s easy to be affectionate about the world when your ears are full of song and your heart full of love. For too long, I’ve been taking Brownian walks and festering in my thoughts of gloom. It really takes sitting down and listening to music to fix that. Something feels odd, like I’m using music to suppress other thoughts, or something silly like that.
he grazed his fingertips across her thigh, down her arm, on her face, along her side. his affection for her was clear, so why wouldn’t he be with her? why wouldn’t he leave the girlfriend that he complained about all the time, and be with her, he told her she was his favourite person, that he liked her too much, that if he could be with anyone at that moment it would be her, but he wouldn’t do it. Her mind stumbled over the reasons for that, if he told the truth with what he said, surely he would leave the girlfriend…
Affection. When he wrote this word on the chalkboard in the front of the hall,, i could only sigh as the painful wave of thoughts that accompanied this word hit me square in the face. Affection. The thing i was starved of and then drowned in. Something that I feared and craved all in one package. Flashes of faces, Dad, Peter, Kelsey, all people that were related to me, tied to me because of affection. But now they were gone, and they were not going to come back. Affection, the word slowly circled through through my mind on it’s way down the drain. The numbing aftershock slowly kicking in. And again, i was focused in the lesson at the front of the hall.
I would write a poem, or a sonnet, or an endless stream of rhymes, trying to describe my affection for you. But it would never be enough. There are not enough words on this earth to describe what is in my heart. I have searched far and wide to find it, but I can not. I can only think of you, and know that you are mine, and that is enough.
The word entered my mind like an arrow, passed through at an unregisterable speed, and was gone. I couldn’t think like that, not now. He stands at the front of the room and writes in big chalk letters, his arm stretching above his head to reach the top of the blackboard.
I love him. He is the most beautiful human being on the planet. I can’t imagine my life without him. His eyes are like two mediterranean blue oceans that cut through me every time he simply glances in my direction. I never want to let him go. But he isn’t even mine to take. How can I feel so strongly about someone who belongs to someone else. It rips me apart inside whenever I realize it. I may just have to kill myself. If I can’t have him, what’s the point in living? He is everything. He is me. He is my world. But I am nothing to him, I’m not sure he even knows my name.
show me the affection i secretly desire and long for. the truth is that i will enver tell you exactly what i want. i don;t know why i just cant. it’s not like me. i want you to really put the effort in and i’ll give you my affection for ever. be what i am looking for and you have my undivided attention. my affection forever. i really long for you and want to be next to you.
Fuck, who needs affection when you have yourself, when you have blankets and books and things to think about. Who needs affection when everyone leaves and takes it with them. Who needs it when they don’t even remember what it’s like? Who needs it?
Affection. There is so much to say. I’m sure others could describe it but I could not. It is foreign to me, this affection. I am blind to it. I do not know how to show it, how to define it, this affection. Affection could be anything. It could be a kiss. It could be a look, a smile, a whisper. Affection is you.
Affection is a one sided feeling for most people. The way one person make you feel, is not the way you make them feel. and for that we all suffer, in the end no one knows wha tthe others felt.
She didn’t know what to do with affection. She wasn’t really used to the idea of anyone caring about her as she was now- she regarded them as irrelevant, and they chased her to lock her up and pin her down.
But maybe she really did need it, she pondered as she studied a worn teddy bear. Perhaps everyone needed it, as they needed the gentle light of the sunrise.
when a mother loves her child, and she cares for them, she gives them everything they could want or need. but then, when a man loves a woman, he hugs her and holds her close. These are both signs of affection, but two different kinds of love.
She said it wouldn’t matter, but it did. Picking up her stuffed coat again, she stepped into the freezing rain and ran as fast as the slippery asphalt let her. It was a selfless rescue mission, but love had to mean something, right?
Affection can be given in several different forms. We spend our lives searching for the rarest form. The form that ends in marriage. The form we call true love. It resembles that agape love our Father feels for us. We can never grasp it. We stumble the whole journey searching for it but one day, the stumbling stops and we find ourselves there.
love emotions poison sin
where for the whole life have u been
never to lose
never to tell
just an affection
ready to smell
wait and then go
serious you
love you and kiss you
shame on me
what do I do
i love you
you make me smile
i wanna spend the rest of my life with you
your smile, your voice, your hair, everything
i wanna spend as much time as i can with you
you mean the world to me and i never wanna lose you
eric metzmaier.
After walking along the tracks for what seemed like several hours, I began to feel an affection for the city streets I had left behind. What was I thinking? At least in the city there were places to stop. Here, in the middle of nowhere, there were just endless tracks going in either direction.
he would never tell his sister that she was the object of his affections. at least he didn’t think so. she was her best friend. and there was this saying that for each person you tell, it chips away your chances. but he didn’t really believe in that either — maybe each confession to someone other than that person would chip away a little of that strength and control, that resolve you had that you’d tell her yourself one day. so, he would tell no one for now, not until he found the confidence to tell her and be okay if she said no.
There’s so much to say that’s already been said, and every time I speak you think I’m just being sweet. I think maybe I showed too much affection, even though you showed an equal amount, because sometimes we’re ready to give more than we’re capable of accepting.
It’s not just affection though, I really care about you.
I have always craved affection. Now I have it in abundance from my grandchildren, my partner, the horses, the dogs. Only the cat’s affection I must still win. He would rather bite me than be rubbed.
affection is a difficult word for me to talk about. I am not a person who expresses her affection to others very ofter, but I really feel it. As I said, difficult to explain. And even more in only sixty seconds. Time’s up.
What other way can you interpret that? A casual smile, a little wave, hi how are you. Well in response to your seeming lack of affection, I say to you: stuff it. I was looking for a boyfriend when I walked in. I’ll be looking for one when I walk out.
This was It, this one thing, this feeling, this warmth. What was he telling himself? Why was he like this? This was new, as the frost clutched the branches, he knew today was a new day, he loved her. His small acts, the smallest things could show affection.
Without your
affection I fall
down into the depths of
everything less-than perfection
more than that it’s the lack of
attention that destroys my
self concept since I cannot
stop from asking the
question
you never give it voluntarily
you spill it like milk, by accident
and it floods your eyes
bright amber
like a light that never goes out
you spoon-feed me with affection
just enough to keep me alive
never enough to spoil me
always just a dose
so I crave more
She wanted the right to hug him and to hold him tight, to ask him if he was alright, to worry about him, to show him her affection. She felt as she needed permission, and the fire of passion burned so fiercely that it hurt.
I remember you with great affection. You were sunlight. You were always willing to go anywhere, try anything, always curious. I never got tired of your ways of looking at things. Unusual. Opening doors to me. I I loved you so much.
i thought i knew how this felt. the warmth, the excitement. until i fell in love with someone who never showed me this feeling ever again. she said she loved me. it was a complete lie.
My affection for him started when I first heard the sound of his sweet voice. He was 18 years old when I met him, and I knew at that moment that I would be getting myself into trouble with this man. He had a way about him that made me weak, and tortured my stomach with twists and pains unimaginable.
When I was a little girl, I didn’t have much of this. I kind o wondered what it was like and never really has a chance to learn what it was. I guess that’s why I’m no good with it now
My affection for pizza is without bounds. Pizza, as they say, is delicious. The things you can put on a pizza are matched only by the things you can put on your head. Such as hats and pepperoni and mushrooms and pancakes. Ahh, pizza, my most beloved of all foodsuch concoctions. Can I live three weeks without pizza? Nay. A week perhaps at most.
affection is nothing to the masses, they are affectionate toward things and not people but with a flat affect affect the tides of weary chance that have nothing to do with free will, a phenomenological turing test, the nothingness.
Show it, flaunt it, don’t hide it.
Affection should be obvious.
So act frivolous.
Show you want the thing you want.
I always wanted my dad’s affection. Or even his attention. Not once, but twice, when I made it to the final round in the spelling bee in our area he took the day off- to fix his computer. His previously fine computer. It was as if he was rubbing it subconsciously in my face, “haha I don’t love you! But I do love this computer.”
there is a difference between affection and love. affection can be described. love can not.
affection is cool. not as serious as love. not as superficial as likelihood.
affection between gross people can really gross me out
it’s all relative, it’s just about if you like who the affection is between
if i’m watching my sister be affectionate with her lurking, awkward, pimply German boyfriend, then it makes me fucking gag
but with some people, it’s okay
It’s easy to be affectionate about the world when your ears are full of song and your heart full of love. For too long, I’ve been taking Brownian walks and festering in my thoughts of gloom. It really takes sitting down and listening to music to fix that. Something feels odd, like I’m using music to suppress other thoughts, or something silly like that.
he grazed his fingertips across her thigh, down her arm, on her face, along her side. his affection for her was clear, so why wouldn’t he be with her? why wouldn’t he leave the girlfriend that he complained about all the time, and be with her, he told her she was his favourite person, that he liked her too much, that if he could be with anyone at that moment it would be her, but he wouldn’t do it. Her mind stumbled over the reasons for that, if he told the truth with what he said, surely he would leave the girlfriend…
Affection. When he wrote this word on the chalkboard in the front of the hall,, i could only sigh as the painful wave of thoughts that accompanied this word hit me square in the face. Affection. The thing i was starved of and then drowned in. Something that I feared and craved all in one package. Flashes of faces, Dad, Peter, Kelsey, all people that were related to me, tied to me because of affection. But now they were gone, and they were not going to come back. Affection, the word slowly circled through through my mind on it’s way down the drain. The numbing aftershock slowly kicking in. And again, i was focused in the lesson at the front of the hall.
I would write a poem, or a sonnet, or an endless stream of rhymes, trying to describe my affection for you. But it would never be enough. There are not enough words on this earth to describe what is in my heart. I have searched far and wide to find it, but I can not. I can only think of you, and know that you are mine, and that is enough.
The word entered my mind like an arrow, passed through at an unregisterable speed, and was gone. I couldn’t think like that, not now. He stands at the front of the room and writes in big chalk letters, his arm stretching above his head to reach the top of the blackboard.
His affectionate gaze was like a napalm dandelion in her small, trembling hand. Burning and itching, but ever so comfortable and reassuring.
I love him. He is the most beautiful human being on the planet. I can’t imagine my life without him. His eyes are like two mediterranean blue oceans that cut through me every time he simply glances in my direction. I never want to let him go. But he isn’t even mine to take. How can I feel so strongly about someone who belongs to someone else. It rips me apart inside whenever I realize it. I may just have to kill myself. If I can’t have him, what’s the point in living? He is everything. He is me. He is my world. But I am nothing to him, I’m not sure he even knows my name.
show me the affection i secretly desire and long for. the truth is that i will enver tell you exactly what i want. i don;t know why i just cant. it’s not like me. i want you to really put the effort in and i’ll give you my affection for ever. be what i am looking for and you have my undivided attention. my affection forever. i really long for you and want to be next to you.
Fuck, who needs affection when you have yourself, when you have blankets and books and things to think about. Who needs affection when everyone leaves and takes it with them. Who needs it when they don’t even remember what it’s like? Who needs it?
jim was affection deprived, all his bravado was to gain some attention, though he hated the spotlight, he needed someone to care for him.
Affection. There is so much to say. I’m sure others could describe it but I could not. It is foreign to me, this affection. I am blind to it. I do not know how to show it, how to define it, this affection. Affection could be anything. It could be a kiss. It could be a look, a smile, a whisper. Affection is you.
Affection is a one sided feeling for most people. The way one person make you feel, is not the way you make them feel. and for that we all suffer, in the end no one knows wha tthe others felt.
She didn’t know what to do with affection. She wasn’t really used to the idea of anyone caring about her as she was now- she regarded them as irrelevant, and they chased her to lock her up and pin her down.
But maybe she really did need it, she pondered as she studied a worn teddy bear. Perhaps everyone needed it, as they needed the gentle light of the sunrise.
when a mother loves her child, and she cares for them, she gives them everything they could want or need. but then, when a man loves a woman, he hugs her and holds her close. These are both signs of affection, but two different kinds of love.
She said it wouldn’t matter, but it did. Picking up her stuffed coat again, she stepped into the freezing rain and ran as fast as the slippery asphalt let her. It was a selfless rescue mission, but love had to mean something, right?
Affection, that simple loyalty you don’t see too often. No ulterior motive but friendship or respect, we need more affection in the world.
Affection can be given in several different forms. We spend our lives searching for the rarest form. The form that ends in marriage. The form we call true love. It resembles that agape love our Father feels for us. We can never grasp it. We stumble the whole journey searching for it but one day, the stumbling stops and we find ourselves there.
love emotions poison sin
where for the whole life have u been
never to lose
never to tell
just an affection
ready to smell
wait and then go
serious you
love you and kiss you
shame on me
what do I do
i love you
you make me smile
i wanna spend the rest of my life with you
your smile, your voice, your hair, everything
i wanna spend as much time as i can with you
you mean the world to me and i never wanna lose you
eric metzmaier.
After walking along the tracks for what seemed like several hours, I began to feel an affection for the city streets I had left behind. What was I thinking? At least in the city there were places to stop. Here, in the middle of nowhere, there were just endless tracks going in either direction.
he would never tell his sister that she was the object of his affections. at least he didn’t think so. she was her best friend. and there was this saying that for each person you tell, it chips away your chances. but he didn’t really believe in that either — maybe each confession to someone other than that person would chip away a little of that strength and control, that resolve you had that you’d tell her yourself one day. so, he would tell no one for now, not until he found the confidence to tell her and be okay if she said no.
There’s so much to say that’s already been said, and every time I speak you think I’m just being sweet. I think maybe I showed too much affection, even though you showed an equal amount, because sometimes we’re ready to give more than we’re capable of accepting.
It’s not just affection though, I really care about you.
I have always craved affection. Now I have it in abundance from my grandchildren, my partner, the horses, the dogs. Only the cat’s affection I must still win. He would rather bite me than be rubbed.
affection is a difficult word for me to talk about. I am not a person who expresses her affection to others very ofter, but I really feel it. As I said, difficult to explain. And even more in only sixty seconds. Time’s up.
What other way can you interpret that? A casual smile, a little wave, hi how are you. Well in response to your seeming lack of affection, I say to you: stuff it. I was looking for a boyfriend when I walked in. I’ll be looking for one when I walk out.
This was It, this one thing, this feeling, this warmth. What was he telling himself? Why was he like this? This was new, as the frost clutched the branches, he knew today was a new day, he loved her. His small acts, the smallest things could show affection.
Without your
affection I fall
down into the depths of
everything less-than perfection
more than that it’s the lack of
attention that destroys my
self concept since I cannot
stop from asking the
question
you never give it voluntarily
you spill it like milk, by accident
and it floods your eyes
bright amber
like a light that never goes out
you spoon-feed me with affection
just enough to keep me alive
never enough to spoil me
always just a dose
so I crave more
She wanted the right to hug him and to hold him tight, to ask him if he was alright, to worry about him, to show him her affection. She felt as she needed permission, and the fire of passion burned so fiercely that it hurt.
How could you reflect an affection?
A circus mirror held out to a blown kiss
or polished shield to protect against a lover’s list
How could you deflect an affection?
Build a brick wall between you and your neighbour
or ask your best man to be a little bit braver?
How could you refract an affection?
Drown it in oil and set it alight
or blow on the paper plane at the apex of flight?
How could you detract from affection?
Lie every chance and break every vow
and as the heart breaks, take a long, back breaking bow.
I remember you with great affection. You were sunlight. You were always willing to go anywhere, try anything, always curious. I never got tired of your ways of looking at things. Unusual. Opening doors to me. I I loved you so much.