The era when a phone call may be your only means of connecting with a loved one.
... with a hat tip to Colombian Nobel-prize-winning author Gabriel García Márquez for his 1985 novel Love In the Time of Cholera.
... with a hat tip to Colombian Nobel-prize-winning author Gabriel García Márquez for his 1985 novel Love In the Time of Cholera.
She wondered how long it would be until they could touch each other, see each other, breathe the same air. But he could call, she could hear his voice, and that was love in the time of callera.
by Monkey's Dad March 18, 2020
Get the Love in the Time of Calleramug. by justdance123 July 26, 2020
Get the denying lovemug. by tupelolover123 August 12, 2023
Get the Tupelo Lovemug. A beautiful and selfless thing where you are willing to do anything for the other person.
Love is where you would rather have their lips against yours over three meals a day.
Love is where you would walk through a blizzard just to see their smile again.
Love is where you would rather cut yourself with a blade than never see them again.
But like I said before love is not selfish, if you truly love someone you would want them to be happy even at your own expense.
Even if it meant walking a mile barefoot on broken shards of glass.
Even if it mend swallowing needles.
Even if it meant being skinned alive and having salt dumped over you right after.
Even if it meant having your limbs chopped of with a blunt axe.
Even if it meant being tortured to death.
Even if it meant them hating you.
Because you would die for a person you loved.
Love is where you would rather have their lips against yours over three meals a day.
Love is where you would walk through a blizzard just to see their smile again.
Love is where you would rather cut yourself with a blade than never see them again.
But like I said before love is not selfish, if you truly love someone you would want them to be happy even at your own expense.
Even if it meant walking a mile barefoot on broken shards of glass.
Even if it mend swallowing needles.
Even if it meant being skinned alive and having salt dumped over you right after.
Even if it meant having your limbs chopped of with a blunt axe.
Even if it meant being tortured to death.
Even if it meant them hating you.
Because you would die for a person you loved.
I loved him, but I knew I was only a burden keeping him from living his best life. So I left, because he didn’t want me, he wanted me to leave, it made him happy to have me out of his life. So I left his life, so he could be happy even though it was killing me.
by Purple11star December 22, 2022
Get the Lovemug. 
by T3amumiz00mi3s August 11, 2023
Get the I Love You.mug. love is something that can’t be defined. it’s a feeling people often describe as home, or butterflies, or an action such as sticking around someone.
love, however, is so indescribable that it’s wrong. love is something that is powerful, something that doesn’t end, no matter what. if you truly love someone, they will forever hold a piece of you even while you’re with another. they will stick around in your head for the rest of your life, no matter what.
you hope that you can let them go, but no matter what they always seem to stick around and you always seem to go back. love can hurt.
love can’t be past tense. even if that person is dead, or other things. you can’t just say “i loved them” because you still do if it was true. love is something that, again, never goes away. even if you think it does.
love, however, is so indescribable that it’s wrong. love is something that is powerful, something that doesn’t end, no matter what. if you truly love someone, they will forever hold a piece of you even while you’re with another. they will stick around in your head for the rest of your life, no matter what.
you hope that you can let them go, but no matter what they always seem to stick around and you always seem to go back. love can hurt.
love can’t be past tense. even if that person is dead, or other things. you can’t just say “i loved them” because you still do if it was true. love is something that, again, never goes away. even if you think it does.
by someone isnt special January 21, 2024
Get the lovemug.