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It's okay for others to misunderstand you and your intentions. it is inevitable actually.

Never forget two people in this world.

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

Wish i was kissing you instead of thinking about you.

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

Did you think about her as you were driving alone? Maybe in the middle of a meeting. Or maybe as you're working on a document alone in your office. Did you remember how you had her on the floor under your desk? Over your desk? In the conference room where you typically sit when you're making a deal? Her presence is at your work at any point of the day in different rooms.

Maybe you can even smell her perfume lingering, remembering those moments. Do you close your eyes as you see it in your mind? Still hearing her moans? You can almost feel her writhing under you. All as if it was just yesterday. Yet was months ago. The anticipation just grows throughout your day.

Visioning how she turns and looks at you with that look only she gives you. You know the one. The one that makes you sit back and just want her as you're at dinner. The clock is ticking and your anxiousness grows knowing you'll meet that night. No one ever made you feel the way she does. No one ever connected with you on so many levels, especially sexually.

She meshes with and wraps around you like the scarf around her neck-as you pull it back and twist to choke her as you're kissing her in your car. No one knows you and understands you the way she does. You never fully showed anyone all that you are, the real you....except for her. She knows.

She can gauge your reactions, your feelings, your next words, your mood, even your next thoughts. You've never been this open and raw with anyone else.

And neither has she. Only you know the real her. All the sides of her that makes her who she is. You also gauge her moods, her reactions, her feelings.

You know her more than anyone else ever has. It takes a lot for her to show the real her. Just like you. And you found it in each other. No other relationship you had was like this. Intense, raw, open, high trust, sensual, romantic, and dark all in one. You can't get enough of each other. So yes, you anticipate all day while you're at work.

Waiting for that time you'll meet again and feel her body against yours. Her hair in your fist, your mouth on her neck. All she has to do is close her eyes and imagine and feel as if you're right there, touching her, feeling her.

Now all you have to do is text her what lingerie set you want her to wear. Only thing is...will she listen. Will she challenge you and rile you, stirring something deep and primal inside?

She enjoys doing that to you. And You know you love it.

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

Every moment with you is a gift, and you're the favorite present I've ever received.

#Abdullah

One of the hardest pills to swallow as an adult is that not everyone can afford to sacrifice.

Not everyone can drop everything all at once and go on a great venture towards the uncertain roads―just to feel something new or just to restart life. Some find it easy to risk because they still have something to return to. But what about the others? What about me? What I have now is all that I got. If I stumble, it’ll take me years to get back to my feet again.

All the steps I take are counted one by one, and I feel like I was always unlucky when it comes to finding my place in this world. I am a coward, but I am extra careful. I am hesitant, but I am always protective of what I have earned.

Maybe, making mistakes is a privilege. Everyone can move forward with questions left untouched in the morning, but for someone like me who doesn’t have lifelines, I fear the cruel answers and rejections that would come up with the sun.

All my life, I have been mending the damage of my wrong decisions. And so, I pray this time, that even if I am granted nothing else but just a mediocre life―let it be gentler. Safer. I hope I am content. I just don’t want the world to once again take me at an unfair advantage just because I don’t have enough support systems.

I have no other options but to be my own safety net.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽

Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.