Love is not supposed to keep you awake at night worrying if youâre good enough. Itâs supposed to make you looking forward to wake up the next morning; telling the whole world how beautifully youâre loved And that youâre ready to go through this life no matter how hard it may get; because darling you have always been enough and you simply deserve the world âĻ.
Iâll gift you with feelings you didnât know where there, thatâs the pleasure of crossing paths with a mystic.
You love the first person with who you want to share a song, a painting, a thought, a book.
To love makes one less clever.
Sometimes you have to get lost before you can find yourself.
Î ÎĪĪĪÎąĪ Î´Î¯ÎŊÎĩΚ ĪĪÎĩĪÎŦ ÎąÎģÎģÎŦ ĪÎŋĪÎ ÎąÎģÎĩΞίĪĪĪĪÎŋ
You can create enemies around me but nobody is going to love you
You canât make someone love a person. But the opposite is also true. Nothing can make someone unlove a person, either.
Love alone can make a human abandon his heart and home, and love for a handsome fisherman alone can separate a small mermaid from the sea to the point of scooting alone an dry rocky terrain and ignoring the pain and suffering of the land.
A love that does not make you feel rich is poor in heart
A possessive and a wolf are unfit for love
I watch him start to undress me. The ground moves my feet, but itâs my knees that are shaking. The temperature in the room goes up a few degrees. My breathing quickens. I watch his fingers pick at my tank top. Nicholas slides one hand underneath. He runs his fingers over my torso, presses them against my stomach. They move up and down with each one of my breaths.
I wrestle with so many mixed emotions about relationships and life itself, and every time I think Iâve mastered the game of life, I realize that I am far from figuring things out.
You learn how to love yourself and not apologize for your success and strength.
True love is away from all deception. It can survive in the cracks of the broken heart.
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The love Nora and I shared was certainly grand. We built our own fantasy worlds. We would sometimes role-play. At times, she was the captive and I was the rescuer who traveled the world and swam the seven seas to save her. Other times, she was the nurse who attended to my needs as I recovered from a deadly unknown disease, which was miraculously cured by love and a soft kiss from her luscious lips. We shared everything with each other. We found happiness, we found comfort, we found security, and we found love. Together, we would let our imaginations soar beyond the heavens. We imagined what our wedding would look like, and the songs we would dance to. We named our future kids.
You cannot make someone love you. You cannot make yourself love someone. You cannot choose whom to love. You cannot stop yourself from loving. But, You can learn to love yourself; You can grow in acceptance; You can choose whom you see, and you can gradually let go.
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No,' Nora said, almost in a whisper. 'It's because -' she looked carefully for the words - 'you didn't stare at me. I saw you blush, and you immediately lowered your eyes. And I should have been embarrassed, ashamed... but I, I just felt safe, and I stood there unafraid.' She closed her eyes, taking in all the feelings of gratitude she had for that moment. 'That's when I knew I could trust you in a way that I didn't know was possible.