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5 Times To Be Quiet.
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again"
‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.
My Goodness!!!
He loved her for her my mind. The straight lines of correct connections, and even the scribbles going every which way. The over-thinking mind, the over analyzing mind, the smart mind, and the chaos within.
He loved her for her heart. The deeply feeling, super in touch with her emotions, very empathetic, and capable of deep soulful passionate love. Even with the beautifully colored stained glass shattered pieces within, and the black hole that can't ever be mended from the brokeness she feels. He loved it all.
He loved her for her body. Sensual, porcelain, silky soft, beautiful, and innocent. With a dark that he only gets to see, adore, devour, and chain for his using.
He loved her for her smile. For when she asked what he misses most, He always answered 'You're Smile'.
He loved her for her eyes and the way she looked at him with love, trust, devotion, desire, seduction, and teasing. A look that would make him sit back when she turned her head to the side to look at him longingly.
He loved her for her cute jokes, and bubbly, happy, kind, personality that was infectious.
He loved her for her bad days. The days when she spiraled down, felt numb, was quiet, with no enthusiasm, slept for hours, and stared off into space. Maybe that's when he loved her the most. When she was at her most vulnerable point, broken, a complete mess, just crying, and not herself. That's when he loved her harder. Even the strong fall.
But if she asked him when he loved her immensely with the outpouring of his soul, She would have to say...when she's standing infront of him wearing just her black lace panties, her arms tied bound above her, trust given to him 100%, with a whip in his hand as he's admiring his handiwork, and licking her tears...telling her how beautiful she is, and that she's the love of his life.
That's when.
-Abdullah
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
When did she feel the safest? The most secure? When she was with him. Yes, she was always a strong willed girl, taking no crap, being the strong one for everyone.
That was the role she took on all her life happily. It was part of her makeup.
She knew no other way to be.
Yet, what was behind all that strong exterior?
A fragile delicate soul that questioned everything, over-thought what someone said and how they said it.
She was smart and confident, yet not full of herself. Confident, but had so many dancing insecurities within her.
Insecurities that were unfounded, but needed reassuring every once in awhile.
Trauma does that to a person. There were times he initiated saying things to reassure her and make her smile. Sometimes out of the blue which just made her beam. Other times, she just outright asked him. Not because she didn't know the answer, but simply because she just wanted to hear it.
Hearing him say how he felt about her and things within the confines of their relationship made her smile, feel loved, and secure.
She can be feeling insecure and uneasy because of her own over-thinking one minute, and then totally reassured and at ease in the next- just from a few simple words from him.
Sometimes he even felt it from afar while he was at work. He just felt something. He knew. She didn't even have to say a word. Other times, she asked for that little reassurance by asking 'Miss me?
How much? Love me immensely? What will you do to me next time you see me?'
Answers he happily gave her quickly and easily because they were all true. All deep within him.
She knew that. She knew his feelings, emotions, wants and desires.
But to a woman, knowing and feeling it is one thing. Hearing the spoken words is another. Every now and then we need to hear it. Some girls, like her, need to hear things more often due to traumatic events and losses in life that broke her.
Those things really take a toll on your thoughts and emotions, and you need more reassuring than the average girl. And that's okay. She thought it made her weak asking certain questions for reassurance from him.
But she's learning it's not weak. It's strong because you know what you need emotionally and asking for it. You know yourself and you're respecting your emotional needs. You're self aware. That's strength through all the trauma. Asking for help, asking for reassurance from the one you love with everything you encompass- is raw honest communication.
He doesn't view her as weak at all when she asks him. He views her as the strong woman he loves and adores, going through something emotionally hard, and will always pull her out of her dark spots when she asks or not. He's her safe place of no judgments, just love.
"Abdullah" - A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again"
If you’re struggling and your people are just sitting there watching you struggle, they’re not your people.
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.
"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" - Abdullah.
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