two people casually walk down a street together. Both of different backgrounds and ethnicities. but something they both have is a mutual friendship where both can love and care for one another without there being any awkwardness.
Mutual trust is important in any kind of relationship, be it friends, romantic, business, or whatever.
Beautyfor_ashes
Exclusive. Just you and me. That’s what we always were and what we always will be. No one needs to get in the way. No one will be allowed. Perhaps it’s not healthy but that’s never been an issue. Not when we get to the end of the day and snuggle.
annie
There are many things in this world that are done on mutual basis but the utmost important; the base and the mother of all is love.
Mo Kian
It was a mutual decision. Things between them were perfect as they were, they said. No need for anything more, they agreed. Their friendship was enough, they lied. It was a mutual decision alright. Mutual, but wrong.
JSumalpong
let me walk you home, it’s getting late. we could talk and share whatever leftovers we’ve yet to share. you like pickles. i like bacon. you love the sunshine, i’m inspired by the rain, so we wait til the sun goes down and we’re drenched in darkness. you’re mute when it comes to feelings, it mutes me but i feel so goddamn alive when we both know what’s yet to be said. then i look up. you smile. and i know it’s mutual. everything my dear, is mutual :)
mutual.we had something in common.I still can’t find what is it was.Maybe was the we we’re talking.I read somewhere that you people tend to mime your body language when they want you to like them.To creat a good impression for them.
Katerina
mutual is feeling the same with another person.. you’ll get closer and then you’ll just realize your in love:)
so i wish our like was mutual, both me and jared and me and neil and me and seth but I really think I should stick to one guy and what if neil is the guy? jared is almost too boring when he talks but the sex is great and seth is dreamy and an english major and great at reading poetry and I’d really love it if he would ask me out but I already kind of asked him out, you know over facebook cause i’m somewhat of a coward and couldn’t ask him after class today.
Ciaran Quigley
mutual is the stupid word i had yesterday and that kind of makes me mad because I thought this thing started with new words each time… mmmm why of all the words in the world do I get this same one. plus my have I many error while I type
Darcy
the beauty about sharing the same thoughts and feelings about eachother. Knowing inside and out that without even saying a thing you understand. togetherness, one, love, timeless
She knows what is going on between the two of them, he has made it very clear. He no longer wants her in his life. He wants absolutely nothing to do with her. But she still loves him, even after he told her he was seeing another woman. Their relationship may be over, but their feeling for one another will never be mutual.
Your eyes turn away icy polite, denying a bridge of fire its rope between us. I let the trap down on my heart. We are in our glass houses now, sealed. You can’t make love through glass.
It was a mutual agreement. There would be no turning back, now. After the decision had been made to part from the group, and their not-so-hesitant allowance of this, I had left. For days I had been on the road, my feet and my heart were in mutual agreement: this was home.
a feeling that should be equal. all parties feel the same passion or hatred for the one desire or lack there of. mutual is when both love as much care as much hate as much and despise as much. when all minds become equal. a decision made in the interest of all.
it was a mutual decision. a mutual end to a mutual life that had began with a mutual decision to become more than friends. She hated that word, mutual, it pertained a feeling of hopelessness. A word she used to describe to everyone how the end came to be. An awful lie.
Kaitlin
“We have a mutual friend, I believe.”
“Oh, and who might that be?”
“Mr. Lee Conley.”
“Good heavens, I knew him in another lifetime! I mean, it has been many, many years since I have seen Lee!”
Our mutual consent was all we thought we needed. So when we pulled the trigger at the same time we thought it would be fair game. Even when we caught it on camera, the fact that I survived allowed them to try me for first degree murder. Only two centimeters from completing the job, she was only able to hit me so that’d I’d forever lose control of my legs.
i looked up at him steadily, wondering whether or not the jitters, the butterflies, the nights of unclosing eyes and a wandering mind were all just pieces of my transcendental imagination, or if it was indeed a feeling mutually met.
Love is the only thing that requires to be mutual.
The answer to “I love you”
is “I love you too”
There is nothing to do about it,
once you feel that there no replacement for that feeling.
Nothing compares.
Dave
Mutual. The feelings that you have discovered actually matches the other persons. The feeling of happiness that someone loves you as much as you love them. Mutual.
Jordyn
Was it mutual or was it just in your mind? Did she just look at you? No, mustn’t have been.
But just maybe she did. You’d felt it but you knew, no, she wasn’t interested in you. You’re hideous. And scary. And you’ve been so mean to her. And do you really deserve her anyway?
Did her skin, so warm even in this snow, just brush against you? And were you mistaken, or did you really see her not wince away for the first time?
Maybe.
He watched as the numbers fell like the last leaves off a tree. The investors yelled to sell sell sell with force and fear behind their hands and hearts. His investments were worth nothing. Years and years of savings, careful planning, and hard work were all wrapped up in the market. Now they worth nothing. All of his dreams for his wife family were nestled in his mutual fund. Now the only thing that was mutual was feeling he shared with the men on the floor; panic.
meltowne
The bankers have stolen this word from us; mutual assurance, mutual hedge funds, despite the fact that they don’t actually understand it’s meaning.
RW
I meet people through people & therefore we have mutual friends. We know what we are because of what we have in common. It is how we grow & how we learn to react. It is what decides how things work, or if they even will. We have to have things in common.
Joseph Smith
mutual. mutual friendship. mutual love. mutual. is anything mutual… seems like something on the same unattainable level as altruism… Is anything ever mutual?
Mia
A bond. Two or three or four or five in harmony working for the goodness of all. The boy looked at the girl by the tree and thought about how his feelings had grown for her. One can always hope.
Will
mutual, for me resembles an agreement. two parties have talked about something and agreed how best to settle it. for me, it is most reminding of my ex.
Charlie O'Connor
I sat there on the cold, wooden floor, paralysed. The thoughts flooded through my head, the memories causing a pain in my heart. I still want to reach for you, even though I know you aren’t there. I want to go back but I know I can’t, I want to move on but I can’t do that either. I feel stuck in this place. I know it was mutual but it still kills me to see you go.
They said it was mutual.
But if only saying and believing were the same things, especially with her…
She was tired of running around in circles with him, but was this what she really wanted?
He was the one to bring it up first. She breathed deep and went numb for a moment, after which she told him she thought the same and that she was glad that he brought it up, someone had to be honest after all…
But somehow from that moment, it was ego and hurt more than honestly…
She still had unresolved feelings for him. But if it was so easy for him to shut her off, then she didn’t have much to say anyway.
She could get over him, but somehow she wasn’t over him getting over her…
They said it was mutual.
But if only saying and believing were the same thing, especially with her…
She was tired of running around in circles with him, but was this what she really wanted?
He was the one to bring it up first. She breathed deep and went numb for a moment, after which she told him she thought the same thinking and that she was glad that he brought it up, someone had to be honest after all…
But from that moment, it was ego and hurt more than honestly…
She still had unresolved feelings for him. But if it was so easy for him to shut her off, then she didn’t have much to say anyway.
She could get over him, but somehow she wasn’t over him getting over her !
It was mutually-assured destruction. With his butterfly knife to my throat while I held my switchblade against his belly, we were both equally doomed at each other’s hand. And in the midst of it all was this wonderful chaos, this sort of irony about the world. At the same time that one wanted the other dead, the one knew that their life, too, would end. And so mutually-assured destruction turned into mutually-assured stalemate, a subtler battle of glances and hesitation, twitchy shifting of tense muscles and a reluctance to be the one who breaks the spell between us and ends everything. Mutually.
It was a mutual respect. Maybe love. Her for her fragility and he for his strength. The intertwining of characteristics and the need to lean on each other when they didn’t feel as though they were enough all on their own.
It was a sharing of faiths that didn’t quite make sense when they were together, but never made sense when they were apart.
It was awkward in a Starbucks. One of us just stood there and fidgeted. The other had changed. She was bright and blazing instead of quiet now. It didn’t fit.
Then there was the email. Painful, odd, complex. But the unspoken, unwritten parts-that was when it happened. We finally understood each other.
two people casually walk down a street together. Both of different backgrounds and ethnicities. but something they both have is a mutual friendship where both can love and care for one another without there being any awkwardness.
love
kiss
hug
patience
consideration
Mutual trust is important in any kind of relationship, be it friends, romantic, business, or whatever.
Exclusive. Just you and me. That’s what we always were and what we always will be. No one needs to get in the way. No one will be allowed. Perhaps it’s not healthy but that’s never been an issue. Not when we get to the end of the day and snuggle.
There are many things in this world that are done on mutual basis but the utmost important; the base and the mother of all is love.
It was a mutual decision. Things between them were perfect as they were, they said. No need for anything more, they agreed. Their friendship was enough, they lied. It was a mutual decision alright. Mutual, but wrong.
let me walk you home, it’s getting late. we could talk and share whatever leftovers we’ve yet to share. you like pickles. i like bacon. you love the sunshine, i’m inspired by the rain, so we wait til the sun goes down and we’re drenched in darkness. you’re mute when it comes to feelings, it mutes me but i feel so goddamn alive when we both know what’s yet to be said. then i look up. you smile. and i know it’s mutual. everything my dear, is mutual :)
mutual.we had something in common.I still can’t find what is it was.Maybe was the we we’re talking.I read somewhere that you people tend to mime your body language when they want you to like them.To creat a good impression for them.
mutual is feeling the same with another person.. you’ll get closer and then you’ll just realize your in love:)
so i wish our like was mutual, both me and jared and me and neil and me and seth but I really think I should stick to one guy and what if neil is the guy? jared is almost too boring when he talks but the sex is great and seth is dreamy and an english major and great at reading poetry and I’d really love it if he would ask me out but I already kind of asked him out, you know over facebook cause i’m somewhat of a coward and couldn’t ask him after class today.
mutual is the stupid word i had yesterday and that kind of makes me mad because I thought this thing started with new words each time… mmmm why of all the words in the world do I get this same one. plus my have I many error while I type
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She knows what is going on between the two of them, he has made it very clear. He no longer wants her in his life. He wants absolutely nothing to do with her. But she still loves him, even after he told her he was seeing another woman. Their relationship may be over, but their feeling for one another will never be mutual.
Your eyes turn away icy polite, denying a bridge of fire its rope between us. I let the trap down on my heart. We are in our glass houses now, sealed. You can’t make love through glass.
It was a mutual agreement. There would be no turning back, now. After the decision had been made to part from the group, and their not-so-hesitant allowance of this, I had left. For days I had been on the road, my feet and my heart were in mutual agreement: this was home.
feels a veil
storm is
my voice
a feeling that should be equal. all parties feel the same passion or hatred for the one desire or lack there of. mutual is when both love as much care as much hate as much and despise as much. when all minds become equal. a decision made in the interest of all.
it was a mutual decision. a mutual end to a mutual life that had began with a mutual decision to become more than friends. She hated that word, mutual, it pertained a feeling of hopelessness. A word she used to describe to everyone how the end came to be. An awful lie.
“We have a mutual friend, I believe.”
“Oh, and who might that be?”
“Mr. Lee Conley.”
“Good heavens, I knew him in another lifetime! I mean, it has been many, many years since I have seen Lee!”
Our mutual consent was all we thought we needed. So when we pulled the trigger at the same time we thought it would be fair game. Even when we caught it on camera, the fact that I survived allowed them to try me for first degree murder. Only two centimeters from completing the job, she was only able to hit me so that’d I’d forever lose control of my legs.
i looked up at him steadily, wondering whether or not the jitters, the butterflies, the nights of unclosing eyes and a wandering mind were all just pieces of my transcendental imagination, or if it was indeed a feeling mutually met.
Mutual is a feeling that sees everything equally. Mutual friendships as well as mutual hatred of two people.
Mutual respect among intelligent people is hard to develop especially each individual has the tendency to become superior than the others.
Love is the only thing that requires to be mutual.
The answer to “I love you”
is “I love you too”
There is nothing to do about it,
once you feel that there no replacement for that feeling.
Nothing compares.
Mutual. The feelings that you have discovered actually matches the other persons. The feeling of happiness that someone loves you as much as you love them. Mutual.
Was it mutual or was it just in your mind? Did she just look at you? No, mustn’t have been.
But just maybe she did. You’d felt it but you knew, no, she wasn’t interested in you. You’re hideous. And scary. And you’ve been so mean to her. And do you really deserve her anyway?
Did her skin, so warm even in this snow, just brush against you? And were you mistaken, or did you really see her not wince away for the first time?
Maybe.
He watched as the numbers fell like the last leaves off a tree. The investors yelled to sell sell sell with force and fear behind their hands and hearts. His investments were worth nothing. Years and years of savings, careful planning, and hard work were all wrapped up in the market. Now they worth nothing. All of his dreams for his wife family were nestled in his mutual fund. Now the only thing that was mutual was feeling he shared with the men on the floor; panic.
The bankers have stolen this word from us; mutual assurance, mutual hedge funds, despite the fact that they don’t actually understand it’s meaning.
I meet people through people & therefore we have mutual friends. We know what we are because of what we have in common. It is how we grow & how we learn to react. It is what decides how things work, or if they even will. We have to have things in common.
mutual. mutual friendship. mutual love. mutual. is anything mutual… seems like something on the same unattainable level as altruism… Is anything ever mutual?
A bond. Two or three or four or five in harmony working for the goodness of all. The boy looked at the girl by the tree and thought about how his feelings had grown for her. One can always hope.
mutual, for me resembles an agreement. two parties have talked about something and agreed how best to settle it. for me, it is most reminding of my ex.
I sat there on the cold, wooden floor, paralysed. The thoughts flooded through my head, the memories causing a pain in my heart. I still want to reach for you, even though I know you aren’t there. I want to go back but I know I can’t, I want to move on but I can’t do that either. I feel stuck in this place. I know it was mutual but it still kills me to see you go.
They said it was mutual.
But if only saying and believing were the same things, especially with her…
She was tired of running around in circles with him, but was this what she really wanted?
He was the one to bring it up first. She breathed deep and went numb for a moment, after which she told him she thought the same and that she was glad that he brought it up, someone had to be honest after all…
But somehow from that moment, it was ego and hurt more than honestly…
She still had unresolved feelings for him. But if it was so easy for him to shut her off, then she didn’t have much to say anyway.
She could get over him, but somehow she wasn’t over him getting over her…
They said it was mutual.
But if only saying and believing were the same thing, especially with her…
She was tired of running around in circles with him, but was this what she really wanted?
He was the one to bring it up first. She breathed deep and went numb for a moment, after which she told him she thought the same thinking and that she was glad that he brought it up, someone had to be honest after all…
But from that moment, it was ego and hurt more than honestly…
She still had unresolved feelings for him. But if it was so easy for him to shut her off, then she didn’t have much to say anyway.
She could get over him, but somehow she wasn’t over him getting over her !
It was mutually-assured destruction. With his butterfly knife to my throat while I held my switchblade against his belly, we were both equally doomed at each other’s hand. And in the midst of it all was this wonderful chaos, this sort of irony about the world. At the same time that one wanted the other dead, the one knew that their life, too, would end. And so mutually-assured destruction turned into mutually-assured stalemate, a subtler battle of glances and hesitation, twitchy shifting of tense muscles and a reluctance to be the one who breaks the spell between us and ends everything. Mutually.
It was a mutual respect. Maybe love. Her for her fragility and he for his strength. The intertwining of characteristics and the need to lean on each other when they didn’t feel as though they were enough all on their own.
It was a sharing of faiths that didn’t quite make sense when they were together, but never made sense when they were apart.
It was awkward in a Starbucks. One of us just stood there and fidgeted. The other had changed. She was bright and blazing instead of quiet now. It didn’t fit.
Then there was the email. Painful, odd, complex. But the unspoken, unwritten parts-that was when it happened. We finally understood each other.
I do hope it’s mutual. Funny, isn’t it, when neither one wants to speak first – running the risk that no one will speak at all.