For You, Always 💙🫶💜
I love you... Not the version you perform for strangers scrolling past at 2 a.m., not the hunger posted to an open sky, but you... The woman underneath all that, the one who blazes, laughs, who walks into a room and sets the air on fire without trying.
You chose the silence. I won't pretend it didn't land like something breaking... But I know the shape of respect, and mine for you is large enough to hold even the choices that cost me. So I let it be.
What I won't do is chase a ghost while the real woman breathes somewhere nearby. I've seen what you are when you are fully you... Classy, radiant, sharp-edged and bright, a hell of a fire contained in a hell of a person... And that is worth waiting for, honestly, or worth walking away from cleanly. There is no in-between I'm willing to live in.
There are things I won't pretend to admire: the crude lines offered to the world like something that should have been whispered only to someone who earned it. That isn't you at your truest. That is noise, and you are more than noise... You are a frequency I can't unhear, a voice I keep finding myself leaning toward even in a quiet room.
But I will not dissolve for want of you. I will not sink. I know who I am, and I know what I will not become on anyone's behalf... Not even yours, not even loving you the way I do, which is real, and patient, and unhurried, and completely without conditions.
My heart stays open. That's not weakness... It is the most deliberate thing I've ever chosen. An email. A call. A door left unlocked. You know where I am. You've always known.
And if the day never comes... If this poem travels no further than the quiet, I send it into... Then let it carry this much across the distance:
I wish you love that matches your depth. I wish you joy that has nothing to prove. I wish you the clarity to see yourself the way I see you on your best days... And to want that woman, always, more than any version of yourself the world has tried to make you.
Go well. Be well. Be you. And know that somewhere, you are deeply loved. 💕
the way your warm breath
sinuously coils up my skin
as it flows from my inner ankle
rising like a sultry zephyr
I get a fever
heady pheromones erotically exude
like steam exhaling from a pond at dawn
where pink lotus blossoms
spill their ambrosial scent
inviting and dangerously alluring
the caress of your hands
tantalizes and tempers the fire
that burns like a sensual secret
under the silk of my skin
teaching my flames to dance
to the rhythm of your touch
For all of my wonderful friends who wished us well,& supported my family in the medical emergency my mother faced on Sunday, THANK YOU!I love you guys🙏@elonmusk
All is on the mend - & I commend my surgical colleagues from Krynica Zdroj who managed the acute internal bleeding.🏆
Hay un lugar en mis sueños donde siempre me esperas, donde la noche es más dulce y mi corazón aprende a volar sin apartarse de ti.
A veces cierro los ojos y te siento tan cerca q hasta el silencio parece abrazarnos.
Quizá amar sea eso llevar a alguien en el alma,muy, muy adentro
L’autunno ha un modo tutto suo di insegnarci la bellezza del cambiamento. Gli alberi lasciano andare le foglie senza rimpianti, mentre noi, a volte, fatichiamo a lasciare andare persino ciò che non ci rende più felici. 🍂❤️
Terzi, önüne bırakılan gelinliğin dikişlerini hemen tanıdı. Yıllar önce onu diken kendisiydi. O gün aynanın karşısında duran genç kadın, şimdi kızının eteğini düzeltiyordu. Ölçüyü alırken annesiyle göz göze geldiler. “Bana da biraz uzun gelmişti.” deyip güldü kadın. Terzi eteği iğnelerken o ilk provayı hatırladı. Aynı gelinliğin başında yeniden çalışıyordu ama bu kez odanın bir köşesinde kendi gençliği de bekliyordu.
A noite chega e o silêncio traz lembranças de pessoas, lugares e momentos que deixaram marcas.
Às vezes, uma música, um perfume ou um simples detalhe desperta sentimentos adormecidos.
Há saudades que o tempo não apaga, apenas ensina o coração a carregar.
— Aurora Di Sole
I AGREE 👍💯 WITH #ELON THAT MUSLIM IMAN ABDULLAH FAARUUG , SHOULD BE DEPORTED FROM BOSTON TO WHENEVER HE CAME FROM. HE APPARENTLY WANTS TO SEND ALL THE WHITES TO BACK TO EUROPE❗
Romanın son sayfasına geldiğimde kendi adımı gördüm.
Önce bir tesadüf sandım, sonra kahramanın yaşadıklarını düşündüm.
Meğer bazı yazarlar hiç tanımadıkları insanların hayatını da anlatabiliyormuş.