You take me by surprise... I stay dumbfounded, And for a moment into restlessness, Because of your beauty, Because of that light in you...
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She did not love you casually. Everything she gave you was deliberate. Chosen. Offered from a place so genuine it should have humbled you the moment you recognized it for what it was. She did not hand you access to her world because it was convenient or because you were simply available. She gave it to you because she decided you were worth trusting. And for a woman who had likely been careful about who she trusted before you, that decision was not small.
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Take care of yourselves... because the body remembers what the mind tries to forget. The silences are kept, the words you never said, the tears you held back for not "bothering",
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My coffee girl is back... The one that disturbs me with her look, Wake up my longing, With just having her around, And that drives her crazy...
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True and unconditional love is the kind, that wakes you up in the middle of the night with a racing heart and reminds you of her empowering presence even in the quietest moments.
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You don't mourn over a human being. You mourn the life you thought you were building. For the person in you who believed that it would stay. For the quiet certainty of finally being safe enough to stop protecting yourself. Grief isn't just sadness about an end. She is the moment when the body opens to what the mind has long understood, and that gap can take years to close.
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There’s a significant difference between a heart-to-heart conversation, and a projection-to-projection conversation. When we speak to and from the heart, we stand a real chance of making relational progress.
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When a woman carries an unhealed shadow within her, she may unconsciously become willing to be a mistress in another man’s life. In this state, she can become deeply disconnected from her own sense of worth. She may begin to settle for situations that slowly erode her dignity, even when a part of her knows she deserves more.
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I thought rejection meant I wasn’t chosen. That every closed door, every failed relationship, every missed opportunity, every season of “almost”— was proof that maybe I just wasn’t enough.
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Middle of the night sex…That soft, sacred hour when the world is silent and the only sound is the rhythm of your breathing—syncing slowly as you drift between sleep and desire.
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Pain is not the end, it's the beginning of something many don't understand until they go through it. First it hits, it messes up, it breaks the idea you had about things. And at that moment, everything seems unfair, unnecessary, even absurd. Then comes the rage. That discomfort that doesn't let you stay still, that forces you to question, to point out, to look for the guilty. It's an uncomfortable stage, but necessary, because that's where you stop being passive to what happened to you.
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She Left Because You Never Fucking Showed Up She met me before I knew how to stay.
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