You are allowed to become someone people didn’t expect. Who you were before was real. It mattered. It carried you through a specific season, it taught you lessons, it shaped your perspective, and helped you survive moments you didn’t know how to navigate at the time. That version of you dese

We loved each other well, beautiful. ,,,,,,,,,,, Letting go was a good decision, we couldn't destroy a good memory, so ending was the best. I let you go. Just as I let go of my fear of not knowing what would come after you, I dared to discover. I cried all day, I listened to songs I mad

Buy her favorite ice cream. Not because it some big deal, but because it shows you pay attention to the little things that make her smile. It’s never really about the ice cream ... it’s about the thought behind it, the quiet way you’re saying, “I see you, I know you, and I care about you".

If tomorrow never comes… would she actually know how much you love her. Not just hear it every now and then, not just assume it ... but really feel it. In the way you look at her, the way you talk to her, the way you show up when it matters. Because love isn’t supposed to be something someon

Do you ever scroll through your phone. And you catch yourself pausing on pictures you forgot you even took. Moments frozen in time laughs that echoed louder than they felt in the moment, late nights that seemed ordinary but somehow became unforgettable, faces that once filled your world. It’s

I’m done making space for fake people in my life. If you can take the person I’m with, then take them ... because what’s real doesn’t leave that easy. And if a rumor can break my friendships, go ahead and spread it. I don’t want anything that fragile around me anyway. If something in my life

No matter how far you go, I’ll never be able to forget you—you used to say. I know you weren’t lying. Finding a woman like me is incredibly difficult—if not impossible. No one will love you the way I do, tear your clothes off like I do, or build that tension the way I can. Do you remember

With you With you i learned the best of 6 xø The no cry no more texting after meet up. With you, I learned to see and feel life differently. You're that crazy, disorbitant desire that never goes away. With you yes. At the mall, in the car, in the bathroom at work, in your dads bed,

She is too full of life to be half loved. She laughs with her whole chest, not the polite kind, but the kind that spills out and surprises even her. She feels deeply, and shows up fully on the good days and the hard ones. Her heart doesn’t know how to do things halfway. It either stays locke

She will never be taken advantage of again. Not because she’s afraid to love. It’s because she finally understands her value. She’s done confusing chaos with passion and inconsistency with excitement. She’s done shrinking herself to make someone else comfortable. Love was never meant to feel

You will remember me. When you see the moon rise and remember how often I told it about you. You will remember everything we did under its light. When a song plays that reminds you of me, or that you always knew how much you loved. It will be impossible not to remember this crazy, carefree,

“I swore I would never speak to you again.” “And yet, here you are before me today.” “I came to ask you an important question.” “What is it?” “What is the expiation for an oath, knowing that I don’t have enough money to give in charity?” “Then fast for three days.” “Then I shall fast for a

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She has a different kind of heart. Not the kind that’s showy, or the kind that needs attention to prove it’s there. Her heart is quiet. It loves without keeping score. It gives freely without announcing itself. It stays when leaving would be easier. She feels deeply, but she doesn’t make it e

She values ​​consistency. Don't show her a side of yourself you can't maintain. Don't go all out at the beginning and then suddenly stop. Don't shower her with affection and attention at first, only for it to gradually fade once you feel secure. Don't make her feel special

You snuck into the first ray of sunshine. I dreamed of you, there was no melancholy, no guilt, no regrets, no questions. Better said, your memory creates an avalanche of tickles in my body. Because I could feel your hands touching my chest, because for some time I remembered the number of sunr

Affection hits different when you don’t have to ask for it. When it just shows up. No hints. No overthinking. No wondering if you’re being “too much.” It’s the little things that make it feel real. A text because they thought of you. Sitting a little closer without making it a thing. Noticin

I was hers many times. As many as he wanted. We did it in the positions he liked the most, I enjoyed watching it burst into pleasure. I was hers and I loved being one. Small when I give myself to Him, however, it was double the sin when I fell in love. Because he was only sharing with me, be

My Dad once told me !!!!! that I have the most beautiful and powerful eyes he had ever seen in his life. — Whoever looks into them will know that getting out won’t be easy — he said that while hugging me. And now I’d like to ask you: which of my features can’t you get out of your head?

هكذا أنهى كافكا رسالتهُ الأخيرة إلى ميلينا: كان بإمكاننا إصلاح الأمور أن تكوني أنتِ الطّرف الأفضل وتتنازلي قليلاً! كما كنتُ أفعل أنا! كان من الممكن أن تستمرّي بقول صباح الخير... وأنا بدوري انتظر الصّباح إلى أن تقوليها! وتودّعينني ليلاً ، واغلق الكون بعدك! ما أشعر به ليس حبّاً ياميلينا!