If You Remember Anything Of Me, After I Leave This World, Remember That I Loved Even When It Was Foolish.

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As he was inside me, with his weight on top of me, he kissed me on my forehead softly again and again- in between kissing my lips hard and passionately, as he said 'You know what a kiss on the forehead means'.

I was silent.

I knew what it meant. It meant protection. Respect. It meant undying love. It meant I'm his, and his alone. It meant 'you're mine'. It meant I mean the world to him. I didn't need to answer his statement. He knew I knew what it meant. We understood each other in those sweet seconds as he stayed inside me.

And in that moment, I fell in love with him more than I already do...

And he didn't even know it.

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. not yet. Soon, maybe.

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

" You don't have to be first to feel successful. You just have to try your best ."

Success is often misunderstood as being the best overall. When we have this mindset, we focus on being the best compared to others instead of being the best version of ourselves.

Achieving success requires a positive mindset aimed at personal growth and improvement, but, we often treat it as a competition where winning is the only goal. The truth is that even if we win in one aspect of life, we might lose in others, so a true winner never exists.

While winning can bring temporary happiness, true joy comes from personal improvement and doing better than before. Although, being first feels rewarding, it shouldn't be the sole measure of success.

Even if you're not first, but you've given your best, that's something to celebrate. Trying your best requires discipline, commitment, and perseverance, and that, in itself, is a victory.

Decide today that you are gonna WIN. Quit limiting your beliefs, and go after what you really WANT. I think we both know you are capable of achieving great things - there’s nothing stopping you but YOU.

Now, what is it that you really want?

Have a Great Saturday.

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Am I a romantic? Oh yes, I'm a very romantic soul. Do I love the love notes, the personal written poems out of the blue, my favorite flowers just because, date nights, holding my hand, touching the dimple on my lower back, running your fingers through my dark brown hair, saying sweet things in my ear making me feel beautiful and wanted and all those special things? Definitely. Yes, I love the mushy side of romance. I'm that kinda girl. But that's only one side of romance for me. Romance isn't all lovey dovey in my eyes.

It means so much more to me. Romance can be dark and moody, captivating like your favorite crime novel, burning and feverish with desires, powerful feelings exchanges and glances, intense passion never known before that you can't get enough of, longing for each other, sensuality just oozing out of their bones, a ball of chaos that is so sexually divine that your whole world becomes a sky of lightening strikes with one touch, one kiss, one lick of his tongue.

One motion of his hand around my neck, one swift motion holding my hands up above my head as he kisses me.

One phrase whispered in my ear sending chills up my spine 'what do you say?', he said. One look motioning for me to get into position. One growl next to my face as his mouth is tangled in my hair. Did I want the flowery, suagry, mushy side of romance? Of course I did.

But I also wanted the type of romance only he can give me. And he knows exactly which romance switch to turn on when I'm with him. He just knows. And I think that's the art of being with a girl like me.

Knowing me so well that he knows my moods, my gaze, my word cues, my needs, and wants to the point of naturally knowing which side of romance is knocking at the door that night.

Every man hopes to have a good woman by his side, but many don’t realize that women with genuine hearts come with real, powerful emotions. They feel everything deeply, love with intensity, and give their whole heart to the people they care about.

A good woman is loyal to the core, but her tender heart means she can also become frustrated, hurt, or emotional when something doesn’t feel right. This isn’t a sign of weakness—it’s simply because she cares so deeply.

Sure, she might have her moody days, but one thing is certain: when a good woman loves you, it’s a rare, precious kind of love.

It’s a love you won’t find anywhere else. Value it.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah

#Abdullah #KittyCat

He dipped his fingers into my mouth

and called me his.

I brought the animal out in him.

The side he showed no one else.

And I became something feral, taunting, and submissive. The very thing he needed and craved.

I felt wanted and adored.

He felt needed, cathartic, and in control.

And when we collided, storms erupted violently.

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.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝘁.

Love is supposed to feel like home, a place where you’re 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.

It’s lonely, isn’t it? To give so much of yourself and feel like it’s never truly returned. To stay awake at night, overthinking their actions, wondering if you’re the problem when all you ever wanted was to be loved right.

If love ever finds me again, I hope it’s not like that. I hope it’s from someone who makes me feel whole, not someone who leaves me doubting my value. I hope it’s with someone who loves me for who I am, not who they want me to be. Someone who doesn’t make me feel stupid for trying, for caring too much, or for giving my all.

Love shouldn’t be this hard. It shouldn’t hurt this much. I don’t want a love that feels like a lesson. I want a love that feels like peace. If that’s too much to ask, maybe I’d rather wait, lonely but whole, than settle for another love that breaks me.

Because I’ve learned one thing: the love we deserve doesn’t make us beg for it. It just stays. It just feels right.

Abdullah.

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