The deepest desire of many women is not a perfect man... is a man who gives them peace. 🤍 And when you mature, you understand. Stop seeking intense emotions, complicated stories, men who keep you guessing how they feel. ❤️ 🩹
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Between being loved by all or respected by yourself. There are people who spend years trying to please everyone who crosses their path. They say yes when they mean no.
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And if you were to picture the highest, most beautiful version of yourself that you can ever imagine, and imagine meeting them for tea,
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but there are others who arrive and change your story. ❤️ You weren't looking for them.
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She didn't stop asking because she got strong. She stopped asking because asking kept costing more than it gave back. Not once. Not in one dramatic moment.
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Wake me up at dawn with a kiss a coffee and an I love you, wake me up at dawn playing with my body. Undress my skin with the brush of your fingers and make love to me with your look and a few kisses from those tender. Wake me up with a passionate I love you, with a smile and caressing my body.
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To truly love somebody is to step out of the shallow waters of convenience and plunge into the infinite, sacred depths of the soul. It is not an agreement of the mind, nor is it a temporary shelter built from the shifting sands of human expectation.
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True love demands nothing in return. It doesn't pursue bargains, make demands, or depend on agreements. It's a spiritual connection, and because the soul is eternal, this love never truly disappears.
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"You carry a girl inside you who never learnt how to unclench. She is still crouched somewhere deep in you, still listening, still waiting, still trying to measure danger before it has fully entered the air. She does not trust quiet because quiet was never peace. Quiet was preparation
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When it comes to choosing the partner for myself, having emotional intelligence is so important to me. I don’t just want someone who knows how to love, I want someone who knows how to handle emotions, both mine and their own.
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There's a moment when the backpack weighs just the same... but you're no longer the same person who agreed to carry it. There is a weird type of fatigue. Not the one of working hard. Not the one with little sleep.
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