If Your Hand Can Move Through My Body And Touch My Heart, What Would You Feel Emanating From It?

Wisdom about Life.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah

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"Did he know me? Yes. More than anyone. He knew the storms in my eyes and the trying too hard smile. He knew when the tears were welling up in my eyes that I was trying to hide, and the pain behind my smile. He knew the looks from my hazel green eyes. The look when I was nervous or anxious about something. The look of a dirty joke or sarcastic humor in rebuttal to what he just said. The look I gave when I was goading and riling him sensually, erotically, that I only know how to do. The look of me wanting him to take me over and over. With his lips pressed against mine as one hand was on my neck and the other with a fistful of my long hair. That glaring daring look as I stared up at him as he did. He knew my flirtatious look with a side little grin I gave him that made him sit back in his chair in awe as he's sitting next to me at dinner.

He knew my far away stare when I was in deep thought or something was bothering me. Concentrating on patterns on drapes and rugs, or the sky outside the window. He knew when I was quiet-something was really bothering me. And some of those times he knew I was quiet because I never liked confrontation. But he urged me to talk about it to be open and honest as we always are. He knew when I was teasing, talkative, and joking with him- I was having a good day. But when little things got to me and I was being short, and not as talkative...a storm was brewing inside me ready to turn into a maelstrom. That he only knew how to calm by the way.

He knew it all. He learned me. And learned me well like no other. He loved all of me. My happiness, my pain, my scars and traumas, my comical side, my inner child, my light and thinking positive, my sadness and grief, my darkness and erotic cravings & sensuality, my empathy and understanding, my strengths and my weaknesses, me feeling everything so very deeply and over-thinking so many things. He loved every part of me. I showed him all of me.

I never showed anyone all of me before. But he got it all. I felt safe with him. Protected. Safe not only physically, but emotionally. That's deep intimacy. Talking. Communicating with words, looks, or a single touch. Learning someone so deeply that you know them as well as they know themselves. Open, raw, and honest together.

Fully knowing each other inside and out where you become two souls perfectly fitting together. And I knew he loved me so deeply that it encompassed him. He showed me in many ways. Ever so loving, and some so dark you'd either blush or gasp. And me? I know the real him. The part of himself he doesn't show anyone. I loved him with every fiber of my being, and I gave him everything I had in me. While wearing that classy yet sensual navy off the shoulder sheath Couture dress he loves so much, in heels and a diamond necklace & bracelet to match, with a toy hidden secretly away where no one can see, as he held the remote.

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

How far can you go down the wrong path before you can’t get back on the right one?

You're not grown until you know how to communicate, apologize, be truthful and accept accountability without blaming someone else.

‎“Everything (that happens) is by way of al-Qadr, even when you place your hand upon your cheek.”

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

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

Believe me, there are still women that will love and accept you even if your mouth is harsh when you're angry.

Because she understand you're not perfect. You're just a man. She will not simply fell out of love with those mistakes. She will accept you like you accept her despite her flaws.

Tell you what's wrong in you, she will help you to fix yourself. And when you go to war, in the heat of the moment, she will never think that your relationship is already broken. Believe me, there are still women who will be there for you through thick and thin.

A big salute to those women out there.

Hello! Keep going! God's with you!