Minalissm

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Faithful

I have a question to the personage of the world about where exactly do they get the audacity to build up faithfulness to a person or any being or any inanimate object of any sort when they go around lying, cheating, stealing, robbing, hurting on a day to day basis? That’s right. These actions don’t necessarily point to things you know. It includes emotions as well. We homo sapiens go on a day to day basis of wrecking each other’s lives. An employee would want to crush his coworker to get the promotion, a friend would want to seize the opportunity faster than the best friend that is claimed to be the “best thing that ever happened to him”, a partner would be fighting with the other to tell that they love a lot more than the other could ever imagine. hah. I mean we species don’t even leave animals. We’d train them to be better than other animals. 

Ridiculous competitiveness f***ing takes over everything in this human world. We can never ever be faithful if we live in this hellhole of a life where we strive to be better than the other in every single little thing. For God’s sake have some humanity and live to strive better and take everyone else to a better world. WE require to learn to be together than just pushing the other on the train tracks so they can move out of our way to success. I know its a lot to asks, but that’s what I believe is faithfulness; taking everyone together where ever you go. Atleast the ones you love or claim to “love” 

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Naive enough to not know what’s going around me, I think I made it as better as what was expected of me. 

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You'll be okay

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“Maybe if I’d told you how hard it was for me to trust. Maybe if you’d told me how hard it was for you to open up. Maybe if we’d met after we had both done more growing. Maybe if it had all been different, we could have done it. We could have kept the smile on each other’s faces and the calm in each other’s hearts and everything could have been just fine. I used to think simple love wasn’t made for people like you and I, but now I think love just isn’t simple. Love takes patience, strength, kindness, trust. Love takes understanding, and you and I, my dear, never really made it there. We replaced emotional intimacy with the physical kind and figured it would all work itself out. Maybe in another life, we realized how foolish that was. In that life, I bet it’s still your bed I’m waking up in. In that life, I hope you’re letting me into your heart, your past, your sorrows, and I’m letting myself get invested, without expectation, without fear. I hope I’m letting myself admit how much I need you because baby, in this life, I did need you. Maybe one day, our paths will cross when the timing is better. Until then, in my admittedly tender heart, you will always be the one that got away.”

— hella-james

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“You must understand, I miss you even though I’ve gone silent.”

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Hopes.

Never had a imagined that I would find someone even remotely close to giving me higher hope than I had imagined. More love than I ever deserved as to how I had been in the past. More care than I ever really needed anymore. More sacrifices than that were required. More trust than that of what I could offer at this time. 

Him. It’s him. I don’t know how we got together. I don’t know how it happened and I don’t know how he fell for me so slowly yet so suddenly ALL AT ONCE. He’s everything that I could ever ask for at this time of my life. He says he doesn’t want to offer everything than that he can and get nothing in return. Poor soul doesn’t understand what I have to offer. Doesn’t know what I do when I start offering and that when I start giving, I give my everything. He doesn’t know this soul, inside of me. Has been wounded, still bleeds some days on the highest.. so much that it dies and then it comes back to life by just one look of his. He doesn’t realize this soul he “LOVES” now.. has been bashed to its core.. its been thrashed to the ground so many times.. its been burnt and hit hard with metal poles so much that it would be minced to its ashes .... it was. Until he came and he gathered those ashes and kept them close to his heart. Loves those burnt and bashed ashes in the most beautiful way possible. He doesn’t know these ashes.. even though have been bought down to the worst of their lives.. still have so much to offer. He doesn’t know that he has in his hands a miracle. A miracle. He doesn’t know that he’s slowly planting these ashes to the ground and he doesn’t know the miracle taking place of these ashes coming out as beautiful, bright, blooming flowers which would live the longest as long as he keeps loving them. He doesn’t realize that this soul... that he just glances at once is so broken but is a miracle in itself that it has hope again. Its a miracle that it is coming back to life... VERY slowly but it is. In hopes that he will keep watering the ashes even though there is no hope for them to come up.. but they still are miraculously .. in hopes that he will keep loving that poor shattered soul... even though its nothing but dead inside and out.. but its astoundingly coming back to life.. so slowly.. but it is...

That’s hope.. that she is loved by him... like this.. all her life.. 

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Want

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[wnq-writers]

And like clockwork, almost routine, the abruptness of our ending felt more familiar than hurtful. We were stuck in a vicious cycle year after year of loving and then losing. And what drove it was my indecisiveness. My see-saw vulnerability of wanting to give my heart to somebody, and wanting to keep it for myself. You loved me. All these years you loved me, and I did nothing but pull, and later push you away. I was never yours but etched on the surface of my heart, was your name and the promise that my indifference made no difference to you, and in fact guranteed you would love me for as long as my restless heart beat. I loved you back. All these years I loved you back, but the timing was never favorable, and I was always torn between wanting to be yours, and belonging to somebody else. And etched on the surface of your heart was my name, and the promise that my memory would course through your veins and like a poison. Like an addiction, my name would bring euphoric highs, and miserable lows, and guranteed your love for me would haunt you as long as your restless heart beat. And that was almost enough.

NMK, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wnq-writers)

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