A Story Doesn't Exist Unless It's Told.
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.
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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.
Speak the truth at all time, but let it come from a heart filled with love to see the other become better.
Speaking the truth without love is cruelty, so also to love without speaking the truth is deception.
Most people don't know the true meaning of being truthful, which means to tell the truth with empathy, to do it in love, instead of just saying whatever is on your mind disregarding the damage you can cause.
Speak your mind, but ensure the words you find are true, loving and kind.
People can get hurt with the truth you speak, and that's okay, as long as you say it with the goal of helping the other grow, learn and become better person.
It becomes dangerous and wicked if you speak it with the intention of damaging another. Whatever you do, do it in love, anything other than that is far away from the truth.
Speak the truth, no matter how difficult, but do it in a gentle, kind and inoffensive manner. Let the other see you have his or her best interest in heart. Your motivation to speak should be as a result of love, and must be delivered with wisdom.
For the goal of truth is freedom, not destruction.
#Abdullah.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
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.
He was fluent in me.
In every way.
He rode my highs and my lows, and the waves that came crashing upon me almost drowned me.
He knew how emotionally deep feeling I can be, and how I overthink often to the point of anxiety.
He knew when I was quiet, I was in deep thought or upset about something and holding it in.
He knew when something was bothering me and filled me up with stress, I hardly ate.
He knew I was a very strong person, but also broken with many cracks deep as caverns, and cracks that are healing and mending.
He knew my eyes spoke more than my lips ever could. He knew my eyes can speak a language of their own only for him. A language he loved gazing at.
He knew my body even as he was in a meeting with his eyes closed, picturing me laying on the bed with that black lacy number he liked. He knew every inch, every curve, every line of my body in memory.
He knew how to make my body rise and fall, and quiver only for him. How to make me purr and scream at the same time.
He knew when to be soft with me, and when to not be so gentle.
He knew when I needed to talk about something on my mind, and when I needed to just be held as if there were only the two of us in the world.
He knew I always had a hard time falling asleep, but once sleeping-was hard to wake me up.
He knew I hated change and don't take it well. Even with choosing restaurants, ordering meals, or picking TV shows. The familiar felt much more comfortable and safe than the risk of something new.
He knew when something was wrong just by my voice or how my eyes looked at him, and I didn't even need to say a word.
He knew when I was stressed, I cleaned.
He knew my humor was dirty and sarcastic, yet childlike. And he knew I loved to laugh and make people laugh- because in depression-you know what it's like to not feel.
He knew I loved consistency, from the 'good morning' to the 'goodnight', to show me I was on his mind from sunrise to sunset.
He knew my walls were built higher and higher over the years due to traumas, loss, and pain- not to keep people out, but to protect myself and not burden others. Walls only He knew how to climb and navigate.
He knew how to protect me physically and emotionally, even from myself and my own anxiety filled mind.
He knew how I liked to be touched...and licked.
He knew how I loved laying my head on his chest because it's the safest place to be at times.
He knew when I tell him I love him, it's not just those words. It's also in me saying -'let me know when you get home okay', and drive safe'.
He knew the electrical currents to my mind, and the road map to my soul.
He knew it all. Every part, every inch of me. But most of all.
He loved me for me...accepting my rationalities, irrationalities, complexities, and my simple.
Loving you completely for all you are...the good and easy parts, and the dark and crazy parts- will come very natural and easily to the one who truly and genuinely loves you. It will come harder for one who doesn't. If you're lucky, you'll find 'the one'... like I did.
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!
Samira - Ради любви.
Perhaps most of all, though, you deserve to be okay. You deserve to know that a day in which you can just barely get out of bed because you are sad, or sick, or simply not ready to see the outside is not the end of the world.
You deserve to know that moments of weakness do not make you fundamentally weak, only fundamentally human, and that sometimes we’re not going to be effusively happy, and that is okay.
Come and kiss me and let’s forget.
ربما الأهم من ذلك كله أنك تستحق أن تكون بخير. أنت تستحق أن تعرف أن اليوم الذي بالكاد تستطيع فيه النهوض من السرير لأنك حزين أو مريض أو ببساطة غير مستعد لرؤية الخارج ليس نهاية العالم.
أنت تستحق أن تعرف أن لحظات الضعف لا تجعلك ضعيفًا بشكل أساسي ، بل تجعلك بشريًا بشكل أساسي فقط ، وأننا في بعض الأحيان لن نكون سعداء بشكل مفرط ، وهذا أمر جيد.
تعال وقبلني ودعنا ننسى.
#Abdullah
Samira - Ради любви.
Most Men Don't Understand.
Most Men Don't Understand Its Not About Giving Her The World, But It's Actually About Making Her Feel Like She's A Priority In Yours.
It's About Surprising Her With A Sweet Text Throughout The Day To Remind Her You're Thinking About Her.
It's About Coming Home From Work & Asking About Her Day Because You Genuinely Care About The Answer.
It's About Going To The Refrigerator To Get Yourself A Drink, And You Get Her One Without Even Asking.
It's About Driving Down A Backroad & You Pull Off To The Side To Pick Her Some Beautiful Wild Flowers.
It's About Cuddling On The Couch In Sweatpants & Binge Watching Your Favorite Show On Netflix Together.
It's About Taking Her To Her Favorite Restaurant Unannounced.
It's About Slow Dancing With Her In The Rain To A Song That Was Written By George Strait.
It's About Calling Her Randomly & Asking How She Is Doing Because You Care About Her Mental Health.
It's About Laying Her Favorite Dress On The Bed With A Note That Says "Put This On & Be Ready By 7pm".
It's About Knowing The Smallest Details About Her, Like The Way She Likes Her Coffee In The Morning, Or Her Favorite Smell, Or What Movies Make Her Cry.
It's About Going To A Local Ice Cream Parlor On A Saturday Afternoon To Talk About Your Life Goals Together Over A Couple Hot Fudge Sundaes.
Take My Advice And Remember… It Doesn't Always Have To Cost Much Money, It Just Needs To Catch Her Off Guard.
#Abdullah
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"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again" - Abdullah.
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