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Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger. Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to bend a little than to break.
โโEverything (that happens) is by way of al-Qadr, even when you place your hand upon your cheek.โ
Sometimes you've got to run away to see who will run after you.
Sometimes you've got to talk quieter to see who's really listening.
Sometimes you've got to step up to fight only to see who's standing by your side.
Sometimes you've got to make the wrong decision only to see who's there to help you fix it.
Sometimes you've got to let go of the one you love, just to see if they love you enough to come back to you.
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๐ก๐ฒ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ'๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ฎ๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ. ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ:
โ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ & ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ค:
* ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ด๐๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ๐น๐.
* ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐, ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ๐.
* ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ธ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐น๐ถ๐บ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ด๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐.
* ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ป๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐.
* ๐ค๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐บ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐ฐ๐ผ๐ต๐ผ๐น ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐๐บ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป.
* ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐ณ๐๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป.
โ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐:
* ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ต๐ผ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐.
* ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ๐.
* ๐ง๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐น ๐๐ผ ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ.
* ๐ฉ๐ผ๐น๐๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐๐ป๐ถ๐๐.
* ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐.
* ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐.
โ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ & ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐:
* ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ต๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ.
* ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐.
* ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐.
* ๐๐ป๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐ฝ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐.
* ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ต๐๐๐๐น๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐.
โ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐๐ก๐ค:
* ๐ฆ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ณ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐.
* ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐.
* ๐๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐๐ป๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐น๐.
* ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ณ๐น๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐.
* ๐ฆ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐.
๐๐๐ก๐ค ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐ค๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ค:
* ๐ ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ. ๐๐ป๐๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด "๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฟ," ๐๐ฟ๐ "๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ 5 ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐."
* ๐ ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ. ๐๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ฎ๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ผ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฏ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐น๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป.
* ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐. ๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ด๐ผ๐ฎ๐น๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐บ ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ป๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ.
* ๐ง๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐. ๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐ฝ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ.
* ๐๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐น๐ถ๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ. ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ด๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ถ๐บ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ณ๐๐น ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐น๐๐ฐ๐ธ.
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It is quite unbelievable that there will be people that I will love unconditionally that I have not even met yet.ย Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing in the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually.
"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.
It's a different type of pain when you don't cry anymore, you just take a deep breathe and accept it.
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again" - Abdullah.
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