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If you remember anything of me, after I leave this world, remember that I loved even when it was foolish.

That I cared even when it was unwanted.

When my body is gone, remember my heart.

#Abdullah

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

There’s a quiet, dangerous power that resides in the mind, one that has the ability to both uplift and destroy. While external struggles can certainly harm us, it is often our own thoughts and perceptions that lead us to the deepest pits of despair. The mind can create scenarios that may never happen, but still bring waves of anxiety, fear, and self-doubt. It can convince us we are unworthy, that we can’t achieve our dreams, or that we’re destined to fail. These internal battles, often fought in isolation, can be more lethal than any physical wound. We become our own worst enemy, trapped in a cycle of negativity and self-sabotage that feels impossible to escape.

The problem is that the mind is both the prison and the key, and without awareness or the right tools, it can feel like there’s no way out. The more we believe the lies it tells us, the more power we give to those dark thoughts, pushing us further into a spiral of mental turmoil. It’s not always evident from the outside, but mentally, we can be killing ourselves slowly, every day. But there’s hope. Just as our minds can create destruction, they also have the potential to heal and rebuild. Recognizing the destructive patterns, seeking help, and learning to shift our internal narrative can be the first step toward freedom, showing us that the most dangerous battles are often the ones we fight within.

— Abdullah

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning. And you are the meaning of my color of love.

I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.

You make my heart smile 💗 My love…💕

I miss you, you know…

I miss your lips, your hands,

your whole warm and strong body,

and your face, and your smiles, your voice.

I miss you.

But I like missing you so hard

because

it makes me feel strongly… that you are not a dream.

Even if you’re far from each other, if your hearts are connected, distance will only be numbers.

Loving you is my eternal prayer of love.

You are someone who belongs to me

something that belongs only to my heart.

I love you with my full heart.

.•*˚ 💞•*˚ 💗 .•*˚ * 💞. • * ˚💟

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┊ ┊ ❤

┊ 💌

❤

#A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽

A͜͡ s͜͡ t͜͡ o͜͡ r͜͡ y͜͡ d͜͡ o͜͡ e͜͡ s͜͡ n͜͡ 't͜͡ e͜͡ x͜͡ i͜͡ s͜͡ t͜͡ u͜͡ n͜͡ l͜͡ e͜͡ s͜͡ s͜͡ i͜͡ t͜͡ 's͜͡ T͜͡ o͜͡ l͜͡ d͜͡ .

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

No one will come to save you but some will offer you their hand to hold when life gets tough and those are the ppl that matter.

Some people come into our lives and touch parts of us that we thought were long locked away. They connect with us on a special level that most people could never understand. You find yourself talking and suddenly you say the same words at the same time, and you bust out laughing every time. You find yourself thinking about them in your quiet moments, wondering what they may be doing and hoping that they are thinking about you at the same time. These people move our hearts to dance, and the music that plays stays inside of you. They build a very special place in your heart, and you like having them there.

You build a trust in each other, and talk about things that you would normally tell no one. Thoughts come to mind of things in your past that you haven’t thought about in years, and yet they become special again because you have someone to share them with that truly wants to hear them. You can sit in silence for hours at a time, and yet have the best of conversations simply by feeling them there.

These people don’t always stay in our lives forever, and sometimes for only a little while. But while they are here you are thankful for each and every day you have with them, and you feel blessed in so many ways. Sometimes they do stay and you know you have found your perfect other, and if we are lucky enough to find that then we are happy for the rest of our days in the love that we share with them.

In either case they leave hand prints on our hearts, and we are never the same. We are better for having known them. And every memory we keep of them is a happy one that we cherish for the rest of our lives.

A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽

"The Untold Stories."

"A story doesn't exist unless it is told."

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I want to hold your hand on a cold night, and wake up to your face on a Saturday morning.

I want to travel that vast expanse of your mind and scare the evil spirits and bad thoughts away. I want to fall asleep to the pure sound of your heartbeat and taste the tantalizing feel of your skin.

I want to wrap my arms tight around you and never let go. I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and wake up to the beauty of your smile.

I want to kiss you from head to toe and drown in your carefree laugh. I want you, in your entirety, and I want to love you endlessly.