"Did He Know Me? Yes. More Than Anyone. He Knew The Storms In My Eyes And The Trying Too Hard Smile.
"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.
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Not every person you meet will understand your value, so never try to convince someone of your worth. It will never end well you will spend your precious energy trying to change the opinion of another person which is most often impossible.
Spend time with people who respect, value, and care for you and your life unconditionally.
If they don't see the value of having you, don't try to convince them.
#Abdullah
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
"The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be happy - it's all that matters."
--Abdullah.
My Goodness!!!
He loved her for her my mind. The straight lines of correct connections, and even the scribbles going every which way. The over-thinking mind, the over analyzing mind, the smart mind, and the chaos within.
He loved her for her heart. The deeply feeling, super in touch with her emotions, very empathetic, and capable of deep soulful passionate love. Even with the beautifully colored stained glass shattered pieces within, and the black hole that can't ever be mended from the brokeness she feels. He loved it all.
He loved her for her body. Sensual, porcelain, silky soft, beautiful, and innocent. With a dark that he only gets to see, adore, devour, and chain for his using.
He loved her for her smile. For when she asked what he misses most, He always answered 'You're Smile'.
He loved her for her eyes and the way she looked at him with love, trust, devotion, desire, seduction, and teasing. A look that would make him sit back when she turned her head to the side to look at him longingly.
He loved her for her cute jokes, and bubbly, happy, kind, personality that was infectious.
He loved her for her bad days. The days when she spiraled down, felt numb, was quiet, with no enthusiasm, slept for hours, and stared off into space. Maybe that's when he loved her the most. When she was at her most vulnerable point, broken, a complete mess, just crying, and not herself. That's when he loved her harder. Even the strong fall.
But if she asked him when he loved her immensely with the outpouring of his soul, She would have to say...when she's standing infront of him wearing just her black lace panties, her arms tied bound above her, trust given to him 100%, with a whip in his hand as he's admiring his handiwork, and licking her tears...telling her how beautiful she is, and that she's the love of his life.
That's when.
-Abdullah
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
I do feel like this whole self improvement culture thing can go too far where people are never happy with who they are and where they are because they’re constantly trying to be better or do better and they’re always waiting for some sort of glow up or achievement or therapy realisation that will make them feel complete but that isn’t real and life is actually in the every day.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
Even having one true friend or person that loves you can change your life.
Once I realize I'm sharing you I'm done. I need a soulmate not a hotspot.
Being faithful in a relationship isn't just about staying out of someone else's bed.
It's way deeper than that.
It's the texts you don't send, the flirty conversations you don't entertain, and the decisions you make when no one's watching.
Being faithful isn't just about avoiding the act of cheating. It's about consciously removing yourself from any situation that could potentially blur the lines. It's about not seeking validation or attention from anyone outside the relationship. It's about not having anything on your phone that you wouldn't want your partner to see.
Being truly faithful is not just about physical monogamy. It's about emotional integrity.
When you wake up, before getting out of bed, close your eyes and whisper to yourself, “Thank you for the gift of this new day.”
You woke up. This is a new day. You can use the teachings from yesterday to make new decisions, take aligned actions, and use your breath to live fully in the moment.
Your breath is your superpower. It keeps you alive.
So use today like this:
When you begin feeling overwhelmed and stressed, simply pause, take a few breaths, connect back to the moment, and begin again.
(Life is a gift. Wake up every day and realize that.
#Abdullah
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
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"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again" - Abdullah.
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