Love Is Just A Word Until Someone Comes Along And Gives It Meaning. And You Are The Meaning Of My Color

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅.

"If your hand can move through my body and touch my heart, what would you feel emanating from it?

Sorrow and emptiness in the dark black spaces hallowed out where loved ones were lost and their seats are empty? Telling you I'll never be the same person I was before those losses.

Hypervigilance which has my heart in a constant state of alert for potential threats around me from past traumas? Always aware of my surroundings. Compassion and Empathy in great vibrations through your fingertips telling you I often put other people's feelings ahead of my own?

Avoiding conflicts to save any bad feelings to the other person, keeping my feelings to myself often to keep the peace, even if that means sacrificing what I truly feel and want. Overly understanding and kindness you feel moving in slow soft waves over your hand-so others don't feel how I've been feeling, and it can turn their whole day around into a smile?

Welcoming pure love telling you I made a home for you in a special stained-glass colored place in my heart so I can always embrace you there? Innocence beaming that's almost childlike swinging high on a swing in the golden sunshine, holding a yellow dandelion flower in my hand as my feet can almost touch the clouds in the blue sky without a care in the world? Romance that makes my delicate feminine soul look like pink pastel hues, and feels like a white doily lace on an old antique side table with an ivory Tiffany lamp warmly illuminated by the light through the drapes?

Passion searing hot red flames with heat that would scorch you until you learn to tame and control it till it surrenders to you? Desire and sensuality in the corners ready to lure you with the look of my eyes and a devilish smirk in my smile?

All that you can feel with just one touch.

One graze of your fingertips sliding down as your hand is cascading through.

So Fuck my soul and feel me entirely- to know me completely, honestly, and wholly with you in it.

Smile 😊

whatever you're going through, istighfar is the solution. your sins block khair coming to you, make istighfar and see how it changes your life.

My silence means I am tired of fighting and now there is nothing left to fight for.

My silence means I am tired of explaining my feelings to you, but now I don't have the energy to explain them anymore.

My silence means I have adapted to the changes in my life and I don't want to complain.

My silence means I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything I ever wanted from you.

My silence means I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity.

The goal for this year and for every year is to be kind and also to stop being scared of literally everything.

Don’t let someone treat you badly just because you care about them.

It doesn’t matter if they are a friend, family member, or partner.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known them or how kind they’ve been in the past.

You have the right to call out their harmful behavior.

Set clear limits on what is and isn’t okay for you.

You can speak up about how their actions make you feel, and you’re allowed to share your experiences with others.

If needed, you also have the right to step back and create distance.

You have every right to say:

“I love you and I want you in my life, but I can’t keep allowing you to treat me this way. I won’t sacrifice my well-being to keep this relationship going.

If things don’t get better, I will have to end this relationship, not because I don’t care about you, but because I care about myself and deserve respect.”

#Abdullah

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