IT WAS GAME POINT. For the entirety of the game, Sebastian had been maneuvering around the opponents, running towards their side of the goal, and trying to score; while I have been sitting on one of the many benches with my eyes tightly shut and fingers crossed just hoping that he'd miss this one shot. A huge part of me is hoping that Sebastian would miss the chance to score the winning point and have the team lose their first game of the season, even if I did come all the way to support them.
I peak an eye open as soon as the horn rings through the stadium. It's bright and clear in orange numbers, and yet, it is even clearer when the people stand up and erupt into laughter and cheer that Sebastian had made the winning goal.
"Damn it," I
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"I know," she rolls her eyes, "don't be a party-pooper."
I frown at her knowing very well why I hadn't wanted them to win the game.
Everyone has fallen in love or lucidly with the simple concept of it and why people fall in love. However, the fact is, we never really know how to explain it -- it's an intricate thing; love. So, understandably, we give ourselves the consummation that reading it will eventually clarify it. We like to believe that reading about how it feels like to be held by a boy we're madly in love with or how it feels to get kissed by the boy we are head over heels for will help us understand the concept of falling for someone ever so slowly. We try to comprehend what love really is and how it starts. We try to fit the tiny pieces of the puzzle to create that artful masterpiece.
That artful masterpiece lives right above me and goes by the name Sebastian Parish, and I hadn't wanted him to win the game because it meant that he'd go to the very same party my mom banned me from going to.
"They're going to the party." I begin to say, "May I remind you that we aren't."
"Percy -- "
"-- They pooped-down my party first." I
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While, on the other hand, men attended the game with beers in their hand accompanied by their small round bellies.
"Congratulations," she kissed his cheek, "you were great."
Taking this moment from a far to carefully indulge in Sebastian, I notice that he's the miniature version of his father. The two shared the same eye color -- an emerald green that shone in the sunlight, and at times, turned much darker and almost a shade of hazel brown. They shared the same crooked smile, which came with the very same crinkles around the eyes. However, in contrast to one another, their hair wasn't quite the same. While his father started to go bald, Sebastian had a mane of dirty blonde hair.
He raises an eyebrow as he notices me gawking and gently pulls at my heartstrings. He then pauses and looks at me in a way that makes my insides erupt in delight and leans against the circuit's railing.
"Came to give me my birthday kiss, Perce?" he mumbles with an ever-graceful smile painting his
Tobirama glazed over at his son for a few second to see the enjoyment, then his eyes averted back to you. “Couldn’t sleep?” You nodded, rubbing your stomach. “WHEEEEEE!” [S/N] yelled.
The generalization of love is often correlated with sex and/or sexual attractiveness; this is depicted throughout the media and their heavy sexual messages. Findley uses characters to show how a virgin mind tries to grasp the concepts of “love” and “sex”, “but what he saw so confused him that he stood there of his own volition – desperately trying to comprehend. There were actually two naked people…whoever it was who was there was standing in the middle of the floor hitting whoever else was there – striking out with all their force” (Findley, 39). Robert Ross in this situation has a hard time understanding the concept of “making love”, and is confused as to how the act of sex is a form of love in any way, he viewed it to be very physical and more like a battle than an act of love. Findley further supports this initial innocence or virgin mind of Robert when he says, “He’d never even dreamed of such a thing – of being hit and wanting to be hit.
Have you ever heard of the Hermann Trophy? Maybe you have not, but I know you know about the Heisman Trophy for football. While the Heisman recognizes the top player in football, the Hermann recognizes the top collegiate soccer player. Jason Garey, the winner of the 2005 Hermann Trophy, is from Ascension Parish and was trained by his father, Rick Garey. I, too, have had the privilege to train with him for six-years.
When it is shared among two individuals, everything can seem right in the world. But love is a powerful entity as well. Its drug like effect can create envy and jealousy, irrational behavior, and it can make life miserable when it isn’t reciprocated. Esch’s growth throughout the book - from her first love, to being rejected, and to realizing that love surrounds her by way of family – shows that first love isn’t everything. Love can come from more than just a major crush on a boy.
Ever since I was a toddler, I loved sports. Baseball, basketball, it did not matter; I just liked to run. When I was around 4 or 5, I was in the living room watching the Steelers play the Cardinals and saw Santonio Holmes grab a game winning touchdown to win the Superbowl. I was so excited that I jumped up in the air and I told my dad, “Daddy when I grow up I want to play football and I want to score a lot of touchdowns just like 10 does.”
The smoke filled my eyes and they started watering. " Is that guy coming?" Johnny shook his head. "The window stopped him."
Janie Crawford, perhaps one of the greatest love philosophers and protagonist, says, “Love ain’t somethin’ lak uh grindstone dat’s de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore”
The short story “What We Talk about When We Talk about Love” by Raymond Carver is about four friends- Laura, Mel, Nick, and Terri, gathering on a table and having a conversation. As they start to drink, the subject abruptly comes to “love.” Then, the main topic of their conversation becomes to find the definition of love, in other word to define what exactly love means. However, at the end, they cannot find out the definition of love even though they talk on the subject for a day long. Raymond Carver in “What We Talk about When We Talk about Love” illustrates the difficulty of defining love by using symbols such as heart, gin, and the sunlight.