"I Crave And Desire You."

"Did he know me? Yes. More than anyone. He knew the storms in my eyes and the trying too hard smile. He knew when the tears were welling up in my eyes that I was trying to hide, and the pain behind my smile. He knew the looks from my hazel green eyes. The look when I was nervous or anxious about something. The look of a dirty joke or sarcastic humor in rebuttal to what he just said. The look I gave when I was goading and riling him sensually, erotically, that I only know how to do. The look of me wanting him to take me over and over. With his lips pressed against mine as one hand was on my neck and the other with a fistful of my long hair. That glaring daring look as I stared up at him as he did. He knew my flirtatious look with a side little grin I gave him that made him sit back in his chair in awe as he's sitting next to me at dinner.

He knew my far away stare when I was in deep thought or something was bothering me. Concentrating on patterns on drapes and rugs, or the sky outside the window. He knew when I was quiet-something was really bothering me. And some of those times he knew I was quiet because I never liked confrontation. But he urged me to talk about it to be open and honest as we always are. He knew when I was teasing, talkative, and joking with him- I was having a good day. But when little things got to me and I was being short, and not as talkative...a storm was brewing inside me ready to turn into a maelstrom. That he only knew how to calm by the way.

He knew it all. He learned me. And learned me well like no other. He loved all of me. My happiness, my pain, my scars and traumas, my comical side, my inner child, my light and thinking positive, my sadness and grief, my darkness and erotic cravings & sensuality, my empathy and understanding, my strengths and my weaknesses, me feeling everything so very deeply and over-thinking so many things. He loved every part of me. I showed him all of me.

I never showed anyone all of me before. But he got it all. I felt safe with him. Protected. Safe not only physically, but emotionally. That's deep intimacy. Talking. Communicating with words, looks, or a single touch. Learning someone so deeply that you know them as well as they know themselves. Open, raw, and honest together.

Fully knowing each other inside and out where you become two souls perfectly fitting together. And I knew he loved me so deeply that it encompassed him. He showed me in many ways. Ever so loving, and some so dark you'd either blush or gasp. And me? I know the real him. The part of himself he doesn't show anyone. I loved him with every fiber of my being, and I gave him everything I had in me. While wearing that classy yet sensual navy off the shoulder sheath Couture dress he loves so much, in heels and a diamond necklace & bracelet to match, with a toy hidden secretly away where no one can see, as he held the remote.

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"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again" - Abdullah.

"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again"

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

Nothing hurts more than when the person who made you feel so special yesterday, makes you feel so unwanted today.

💟.•*˚ 💞•*˚ 💗 .•*˚ * 💞. • * ˚💟

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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 

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.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚘𝚛 𝙸𝚏 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 𝙰𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑

𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍.

Some people come into our lives and touch parts of us that we thought were long locked away. They connect with us on a special level that most people could never understand. You find yourself talking and suddenly you say the same words at the same time, and you bust out laughing every time. You find yourself thinking about them in your quiet moments, wondering what they may be doing and hoping that they are thinking about you at the same time. These people move our hearts to dance, and the music that plays stays inside of you. They build a very special place in your heart, and you like having them there.

You build a trust in each other, and talk about things that you would normally tell no one. Thoughts come to mind of things in your past that you haven’t thought about in years, and yet they become special again because you have someone to share them with that truly wants to hear them. You can sit in silence for hours at a time, and yet have the best of conversations simply by feeling them there.

These people don’t always stay in our lives forever, and sometimes for only a little while. But while they are here you are thankful for each and every day you have with them, and you feel blessed in so many ways. Sometimes they do stay and you know you have found your perfect other, and if we are lucky enough to find that then we are happy for the rest of our days in the love that we share with them.

In either case they leave hand prints on our hearts, and we are never the same. We are better for having known them. And every memory we keep of them is a happy one that we cherish for the rest of our lives.

A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽

"The Untold Stories."

"A story doesn't exist unless it is told."