When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
- Abdullah
I hope you find someone who will understand your past traumas and give you constant reassurance that you're now trusting the right person. I hope you find someone who understand that you are not perfect but will never make you feel not enough. I hope you find a kind-hearted person. Someone who will speak kind words to you and will always respect you no matter what the situation is. I hope you find someone who knows exactly how to treat you right. Someone who will love you genuinely and will care for you like he's afraid to lose you.
I hope you find someone who can love you selflessly because not every one can love that way. Not every one is willing to sacrifice everything he has just to see you happy and not every one is willing to love you with everything he has. I hope you find a love that allows you to be happy and to be at peace because you deserve it after how many times of settling for less than what you deserve. And most importantly, I hope you find someone who will never give up on you and will never treat you poorly.
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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅.
Every man wishes he had a good woman, but what many don’t realize is that good women with good hearts come with real emotions. They feel deeply. They love hard. They are incredibly affectionate and passionate, pouring their whole soul into the people they care about.
Good women are fiercely loyal, but their soft hearts mean they can also be easily frustrated, upset, or emotional when things feel off. It’s not a weakness—it’s because they care so much.
Yes, they might have their moody moments, but one thing is certain: when a good woman loves you, she’ll give you a kind of love that’s rare and precious. It’s the kind of love you won’t find anywhere else. Treasure it.
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#A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽
A͜͡ s͜͡ t͜͡ o͜͡ r͜͡ y͜͡ d͜͡ o͜͡ e͜͡ s͜͡ n͜͡ 't͜͡ e͜͡ x͜͡ i͜͡ s͜͡ t͜͡ u͜͡ n͜͡ l͜͡ e͜͡ s͜͡ s͜͡ i͜͡ t͜͡ 's͜͡ T͜͡ o͜͡ l͜͡ d͜͡ .
It is quite unbelievable that there will be people that I will love unconditionally that I have not even met yet. Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing in the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually.
I want to hold your hand on a cold night, and wake up to your face on a Saturday morning.
I want to travel that vast expanse of your mind and scare the evil spirits and bad thoughts away. I want to fall asleep to the pure sound of your heartbeat and taste the tantalizing feel of your skin.
I want to wrap my arms tight around you and never let go. I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and wake up to the beauty of your smile.
I want to kiss you from head to toe and drown in your carefree laugh. I want you, in your entirety, and I want to love you endlessly.
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.
Later, the coffee gets cold.
Later, you lose interest.
Later, the day turns into night.
Later, people grow up.
Later, people grow old.
Later, life goes by.
Later, you regret not doing something...
When you had the chance.
Life is a fleeting dance, a delicate balance of moments that unfold before us, never to return in quite the same way again.
Regret is a bitter pill to swallow, a weight that bears down upon the soul with the burden of missed chances and unspoken words.
So, let us not leave anything for later. Let us seize the moments as they come, with hearts open and arms outstretched to embrace the possibilities that lie before us. For in the end, it is not the things we did that we regret, but the things we left undone, the words left unspoken, the dreams left unfulfilled.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again" - Abdullah.
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