My affection for you began dissipating last Monday. It was a crescent moon and i stood on the porch for hours just soaking it in, trying to hold onto the fragments of you I still cared for, but to no avail,
Affection is fine as it goes, said the lamp to the flower.
That is all you are, an object to show affection – ‘affection’, seems far more like an action or object you can buy rather than real feelings.
The flower stared for a second, yet said nothing.
I am light, continued Lamp, I fill them with warmth and show them their lover’s face – I seem more to be more truthful, isn’t it?
Affection is one of many things expected from you during your life. Affection is what you’re supposed to show, or to feel, towards anyone else near you. A friend, family, a lover. Its truthfulness however can be discussed, can you show affection and never feel it? of course. Rather love a book. Or fictional character, the affection needs not to be shown then maybe it’s a tad more real.
i want you.
i need you.
i don’t get you.
i show you to the ones i love.
i never see you.
not even from my lover.
are you a mystery?
are people scared of you?
i need you to let my guard down.
affection is what is given to others in love but never me, I want to cuddle and kiss and hold hands but I never get it…i want affection, like a bad infection that can’t be healed with antibiotics. No affection comes to me, only others more beautiful and skinnier than me
i need you more than anything.
i don’t know how to get you.
i need your sweet embrace.
i need your touch. i need to feel you.
you don’t know how to show me.
The soft whispers of affection slipped around and off her tongue, lost to the silent night air. No one would answer the quiet calls, no one would return the words. When would her time be right to get that perfection, or would it never to be hers?
I held him close to me, closer than I’ve ever held a guy before, and gave him all my affection. We were young but very much in love and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. It felt like I wanted to never let him go, ever.
too much of it, there is so much affection in the world. not one person can handle it all. whats the point in putting our thoughts into motions and made into affection. What makes a kiss affectionate, and a word a little less meaningful?
love caring thoughtful happy lovingly hug kiss lover Anything like that really… I dont know how to explain it i suppose, showing someone else that you care for them.. and that you will show them that. Some examples i gave my mom a hug today, or i gave my boyfriend a kiss
The mushroom king knelt down before the moss-covered side of the Second Biggest Oak Tree and laid his head low. Positioned before the austere immenseness, he produced a small snow globe manufactured by the Truffle Men of the Farland and thrust it forward. The tree did nothing. She did not move, she did not sway. Completely immobile, she broke the King’s fungal heart by thusly spurning his gesture of affection.
The affection that a dog shows its owner is unlike any other in the world. An obedient creature, the dog will always stand by its owner and is loyal until the end.
I want a child. I think I do. I know I am not old enough for one, or have the knowledge to raise a child…but the affection that I see in a child’s and mother’s eyes moves me more than any train could push me down the metal tracks that go through my backyard.
Her affection was instantaneously important to me as I collected her kisses on my cheeks. They settled among the freckles and blemishes that naturally appeared. I loved her from the start. She was everything to me, just as she was nothing to me.
I want to know every hill and valley of your face. I want to run my hands through your riotous curls and kiss every inch of your porcelain skin. I want to laugh by your side, weep on your shoulder, make love to you so sweetly that we ache when we pull apart. I want every bit of you.
affection happens without cause
affection is how I feel about you, affectionate
I love how when I see you I get goose bumps
I hate it how I don’t know if you like me….
affection… just one thing too many thoughts
Everyone needs affection. Love is important to the soul. I miss my husband so much. His love and affection keeps me going every day. Without him, I have nothing.
The mother looked fondly at her sleeping daughter. 18 years and 5 days later, here she was. Watching her sick child sleeping in a hospital bed. She held her daughter’s hand in her’s, youthful skin surrounded by wrinkles. A tear escaped her eyes as she bent to kiss her forehead, her heart overflowing with love and affection.
affection is a beautiful thing. i love affection. it is very similar to effection. Although effection isnt a word says my spell check. I like how this is making me just go. I have affection for one word. for sure….
the one thing we show too little of.
Meaning the one thing we always need,
and hardly get enough of.
But oh, what a wonderful noun,
and how, can we only sum it up in one word?
Well I can tell you why,
just because.
can i try one more time for your affection? i know that i left. i know that i was gone in the blink of an eye and didn’t really explain anything. but you have to understand thats just how i am. i need my space and i’m going to wander. but look at me.. here i come again wandering back to you. what is it about you?
Pets and hugs, her head heavy in my lap, her arms round my middle, her cheek against my shoulder, her sighing, her breathing, her squuezes and softness, her eyes squinting upward.
He cared about me but he never claimed love. He said it was “affection”. What is the difference? Commitment. Respect. Understanding. When you’re stuck with affection you lack the desired feeling of reliance. You can never fully trust them, never feel like they are yours only. It’s just instant gratification that will never feel right in the end.
Affection. I tend to shy away from it. I’m not sure I completely understand why, but I think it has something to do with how picky I am. If its not exactly the right kind of affection, or its not perfectly to my liking, I choose not to show it back. Is that cruel? Possibly. I used to think I was such a hopeless romantic at heart. Maybe things changed when my parents got divorced. Maybe I just overestimated my extrovertedness.
I grew up in a home where affection was a scarce commodity. Everyone kept everyone else at arm’s length and despite being the baby of the family, I was no exception to that unspoken rule. When I was sad, I did not receive hugs, but admonishments to handle my problems myself. When I was happy, I was ignored.
Affection reminds me of lions. You see them nuzzling up against each other, the females of the pride, even though you know that if you stuck your hand in there to pet one of them you would no longer have an arm. The lions always look affectionate, and this is strange, because the people don’t always look affectionate. If people were as affectionate as lions, we’d be able to see love around us at every time except for meal time, and none of us would have arms.
Just another Friday night. She was in front of the computer, while the object of her affection watched a hockey game. The baby slept upstairs. Is this what family life will entail in the years to come?
When he holds me, this tiny spark goes off in my chest, not unlike a fire-cracker in it’s intensity, but sososo small, it leaves me wondering whether it ever happened at all.
He reached out and touched her shoulder. He could not see her leave, not after all this. his affection towards her was too great. She sighed and told him that she would call him in the morning. She, on the other hand, had lost nearly all of her affection.
We live for the affection of others. All we want is to be cared and this is more important than anything else money or power, anything else just doesn’t matter. We need love and we need to be loved, it’s just how it works.
Affection is neither a gift, nor is it earned. It is not respect. It is uncontrollable. We have affection for some and not others. No one deserves it, they just give and receive.
like the innocence of a little boy pulling a little girl’s hair. like the burning live that teenagers feel that consumes all their time. like the love that carries adults into old age.
so you you can’t or won’t show me your affection until I come to your rescue? ….hmpf..then you will show me…I say bullshit…you want 100% while giving 0%?!?yep, at least i know it’s you
by I bet you think this song is about you on 11.26.2010
affection is the action we show when we care about something. we show affection towards many things in our life. people that matter to us are generally where we point our affection to.
My affection for you began dissipating last Monday. It was a crescent moon and i stood on the porch for hours just soaking it in, trying to hold onto the fragments of you I still cared for, but to no avail,
Affection is fine as it goes, said the lamp to the flower.
That is all you are, an object to show affection – ‘affection’, seems far more like an action or object you can buy rather than real feelings.
The flower stared for a second, yet said nothing.
I am light, continued Lamp, I fill them with warmth and show them their lover’s face – I seem more to be more truthful, isn’t it?
Affection is one of many things expected from you during your life. Affection is what you’re supposed to show, or to feel, towards anyone else near you. A friend, family, a lover. Its truthfulness however can be discussed, can you show affection and never feel it? of course. Rather love a book. Or fictional character, the affection needs not to be shown then maybe it’s a tad more real.
i want you.
i need you.
i don’t get you.
i show you to the ones i love.
i never see you.
not even from my lover.
are you a mystery?
are people scared of you?
i need you to let my guard down.
i need to be held, now.
affection is what is given to others in love but never me, I want to cuddle and kiss and hold hands but I never get it…i want affection, like a bad infection that can’t be healed with antibiotics. No affection comes to me, only others more beautiful and skinnier than me
i need you more than anything.
i don’t know how to get you.
i need your sweet embrace.
i need your touch. i need to feel you.
you don’t know how to show me.
i need this from you.
The soft whispers of affection slipped around and off her tongue, lost to the silent night air. No one would answer the quiet calls, no one would return the words. When would her time be right to get that perfection, or would it never to be hers?
I held him close to me, closer than I’ve ever held a guy before, and gave him all my affection. We were young but very much in love and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. It felt like I wanted to never let him go, ever.
too much of it, there is so much affection in the world. not one person can handle it all. whats the point in putting our thoughts into motions and made into affection. What makes a kiss affectionate, and a word a little less meaningful?
love caring thoughtful happy lovingly hug kiss lover Anything like that really… I dont know how to explain it i suppose, showing someone else that you care for them.. and that you will show them that. Some examples i gave my mom a hug today, or i gave my boyfriend a kiss
The mushroom king knelt down before the moss-covered side of the Second Biggest Oak Tree and laid his head low. Positioned before the austere immenseness, he produced a small snow globe manufactured by the Truffle Men of the Farland and thrust it forward. The tree did nothing. She did not move, she did not sway. Completely immobile, she broke the King’s fungal heart by thusly spurning his gesture of affection.
The affection that a dog shows its owner is unlike any other in the world. An obedient creature, the dog will always stand by its owner and is loyal until the end.
I don’t know why he always thinks that kinda thing’s gonna work on me, but I swear–it isn’t going to this time.
Somehow I’ll find a way to look over it toward the horizon.
But you never know.
Still.
Affection
a rise warmth
a smile i cannot ignore
sunny evenings and star-filled mornings
a cup of hot chocolate
and seeing friends again
after a long time.
I want a child. I think I do. I know I am not old enough for one, or have the knowledge to raise a child…but the affection that I see in a child’s and mother’s eyes moves me more than any train could push me down the metal tracks that go through my backyard.
Her affection was instantaneously important to me as I collected her kisses on my cheeks. They settled among the freckles and blemishes that naturally appeared. I loved her from the start. She was everything to me, just as she was nothing to me.
I want to know every hill and valley of your face. I want to run my hands through your riotous curls and kiss every inch of your porcelain skin. I want to laugh by your side, weep on your shoulder, make love to you so sweetly that we ache when we pull apart. I want every bit of you.
I’m caught. Hopelessly.
My fingers reach. Society pulls me back. My lips part. Society snaps them shut.
I want you.
affection happens without cause
affection is how I feel about you, affectionate
I love how when I see you I get goose bumps
I hate it how I don’t know if you like me….
affection… just one thing too many thoughts
Everyone needs affection. Love is important to the soul. I miss my husband so much. His love and affection keeps me going every day. Without him, I have nothing.
The mother looked fondly at her sleeping daughter. 18 years and 5 days later, here she was. Watching her sick child sleeping in a hospital bed. She held her daughter’s hand in her’s, youthful skin surrounded by wrinkles. A tear escaped her eyes as she bent to kiss her forehead, her heart overflowing with love and affection.
affection is a beautiful thing. i love affection. it is very similar to effection. Although effection isnt a word says my spell check. I like how this is making me just go. I have affection for one word. for sure….
the one thing we show too little of.
Meaning the one thing we always need,
and hardly get enough of.
But oh, what a wonderful noun,
and how, can we only sum it up in one word?
Well I can tell you why,
just because.
can i try one more time for your affection? i know that i left. i know that i was gone in the blink of an eye and didn’t really explain anything. but you have to understand thats just how i am. i need my space and i’m going to wander. but look at me.. here i come again wandering back to you. what is it about you?
never again will i really ask you. ha
Pets and hugs, her head heavy in my lap, her arms round my middle, her cheek against my shoulder, her sighing, her breathing, her squuezes and softness, her eyes squinting upward.
Her rush of affection.
Friends…more.
He cared about me but he never claimed love. He said it was “affection”. What is the difference? Commitment. Respect. Understanding. When you’re stuck with affection you lack the desired feeling of reliance. You can never fully trust them, never feel like they are yours only. It’s just instant gratification that will never feel right in the end.
Affection. I tend to shy away from it. I’m not sure I completely understand why, but I think it has something to do with how picky I am. If its not exactly the right kind of affection, or its not perfectly to my liking, I choose not to show it back. Is that cruel? Possibly. I used to think I was such a hopeless romantic at heart. Maybe things changed when my parents got divorced. Maybe I just overestimated my extrovertedness.
I grew up in a home where affection was a scarce commodity. Everyone kept everyone else at arm’s length and despite being the baby of the family, I was no exception to that unspoken rule. When I was sad, I did not receive hugs, but admonishments to handle my problems myself. When I was happy, I was ignored.
Affection reminds me of lions. You see them nuzzling up against each other, the females of the pride, even though you know that if you stuck your hand in there to pet one of them you would no longer have an arm. The lions always look affectionate, and this is strange, because the people don’t always look affectionate. If people were as affectionate as lions, we’d be able to see love around us at every time except for meal time, and none of us would have arms.
But that would be okay, right?
Just another Friday night. She was in front of the computer, while the object of her affection watched a hockey game. The baby slept upstairs. Is this what family life will entail in the years to come?
When he holds me, this tiny spark goes off in my chest, not unlike a fire-cracker in it’s intensity, but sososo small, it leaves me wondering whether it ever happened at all.
love care sex emotions hugs kisses love amazing caring :] happiness love emotions joy feeling love love love fire passion :] love care
He reached out and touched her shoulder. He could not see her leave, not after all this. his affection towards her was too great. She sighed and told him that she would call him in the morning. She, on the other hand, had lost nearly all of her affection.
We live for the affection of others. All we want is to be cared and this is more important than anything else money or power, anything else just doesn’t matter. We need love and we need to be loved, it’s just how it works.
Affection is neither a gift, nor is it earned. It is not respect. It is uncontrollable. We have affection for some and not others. No one deserves it, they just give and receive.
As I lay in my bed daydreaming , and gazing out at the moon, I wonder, will I ever find a man whom will love me, and give me his affection.
Her affection for her grandchildren and her daughters was so strong, she would rather give all she had than to ever hurt them.
like the innocence of a little boy pulling a little girl’s hair. like the burning live that teenagers feel that consumes all their time. like the love that carries adults into old age.
so you you can’t or won’t show me your affection until I come to your rescue? ….hmpf..then you will show me…I say bullshit…you want 100% while giving 0%?!?yep, at least i know it’s you
affection is the action we show when we care about something. we show affection towards many things in our life. people that matter to us are generally where we point our affection to.