If you remember anything of me, after I leave this world, remember that I loved even when it was foolish.
That I cared even when it was unwanted.
When my body is gone, remember my heart.
#Abdullah
Love is supposed to feel like home, a place where youโre safe, valued, and understood. But sometimes, love comes in a form that breaks you instead of building you. It can make you question everything: your worth, your choices, even your ability to be loved.
Maybe you've experienced that kind of love. The kind that made you beg for attention, for affection, for the smallest proof that you mattered to them. The kind of love that made you feel like you were too much and never enough at the same time.
Itโs lonely, isnโt it? To give so much of yourself and feel like itโs never truly returned. To stay awake at night, overthinking their actions, wondering if youโre the problem when all you ever wanted was to be loved right.
If love ever finds me again, I hope itโs not like that. I hope itโs from someone who makes me feel whole, not someone who leaves me doubting my value. I hope itโs with someone who loves me for who I am, not who they want me to be. Someone who doesnโt make me feel stupid for trying, for caring too much, or for giving my all.
Love shouldnโt be this hard. It shouldnโt hurt this much. I donโt want a love that feels like a lesson. I want a love that feels like peace. If thatโs too much to ask, maybe Iโd rather wait, lonely but whole, than settle for another love that breaks me.
Because Iโve learned one thing: the love we deserve doesnโt make us beg for it. It just stays. It just feels right.
Abdullah.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
โSometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.โ
If one day I stop communicating with you, don't worry, I don't hate you, maybe I got tired of catching your attention.
Literally asked for the bare minimum, and you made me feel like I was asking for too much.
I noticed, but I didn't say a thing, because I always try to understand even if it will hurt me.
Sorry. Im done.
โฟโโดฮฝโฏโ๐ Abdullah
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"If your hand can move through my body and touch my heart, what would you feel emanating from it?
Sorrow and emptiness in the dark black spaces hallowed out where loved ones were lost and their seats are empty? Telling you I'll never be the same person I was before those losses.
Hypervigilance which has my heart in a constant state of alert for potential threats around me from past traumas? Always aware of my surroundings. Compassion and Empathy in great vibrations through your fingertips telling you I often put other people's feelings ahead of my own?
Avoiding conflicts to save any bad feelings to the other person, keeping my feelings to myself often to keep the peace, even if that means sacrificing what I truly feel and want. Overly understanding and kindness you feel moving in slow soft waves over your hand-so others don't feel how I've been feeling, and it can turn their whole day around into a smile?
Welcoming pure love telling you I made a home for you in a special stained-glass colored place in my heart so I can always embrace you there? Innocence beaming that's almost childlike swinging high on a swing in the golden sunshine, holding a yellow dandelion flower in my hand as my feet can almost touch the clouds in the blue sky without a care in the world? Romance that makes my delicate feminine soul look like pink pastel hues, and feels like a white doily lace on an old antique side table with an ivory Tiffany lamp warmly illuminated by the light through the drapes?
Passion searing hot red flames with heat that would scorch you until you learn to tame and control it till it surrenders to you? Desire and sensuality in the corners ready to lure you with the look of my eyes and a devilish smirk in my smile?
All that you can feel with just one touch.
One graze of your fingertips sliding down as your hand is cascading through.
So Fuck my soul and feel me entirely- to know me completely, honestly, and wholly with you in it.
When you wake up, before getting out of bed, close your eyes and whisper to yourself, โThank you for the gift of this new day.โ
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.
I love deep conversations, like serious shit, heart to heart, just exchanging real shit, just vibing on a real level.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
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.
#๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again" - Abdullah.
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