#loveproblem

[ive-seen-live-day]

xxx

[freelyranting]

Got over him

I finally stopped worrying about this guy's feelings or replies, It feels indescribable good, I don't remember feeling so good in over 5 months, I let go SO much weight, I feel at peace! I hope everybody is able to reach this stage even if it's for some days, there really is a place of calmness in you.

So he's been messaging me being really cold these days or not even answering all messages, now I woke up with 5 deleted texts he sent me early in the morning; I can tell he's struggling but I can't just wait for him to decide to talk to me and face what he's feeling, I'd be crying all over the place when I have a life and little things to do too.

When he's ready I'll be here, but for now, I have nobody's feet to be at.

[offthecuffwriter]

I was fifteen

when I came across the line,

"if you wish to be loved, love"

And so I did

I looked at the world

with hopeful eyes

I passed a warm smile

to every stranger that

crossed my path

I picked up fallen flowers

And I admired every bruise,

every scar, every broken piece

that someone showed me with shame

I loved and I loved

I didn't question the loneliness

I believed happiness

will be right around the corner

I loved and I loved

I held love softly in my hand

even when it burned me

I held onto love

even though it felt like a prize

I had to pay heavily for

And yet got no time to enjoy

I loved and I loved

Patiently and dearly

I loved and I loved

Wholeheartedly and freely

I loved and I loved

Until it drowned me.

/offthecuffwriter/

[speedypenguinnacho]

[untitleddrabbles]

here’s my take on what every situationship turns into.

One last time. 

We said this the first time we got together.

And the next.

And shortly after our third and fourth rendezvous.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I’d always remind you, trying ever so desperately to remain the voice of reason between us.

We can’t... can’t... can’t stop.

It isn’t fair, nor easy. How can I be the voice of reason when your lips chase away every sense of rationality. Every touch emits a spark of potent passion. The tension as tangible as soul sand- tough at first grasp, faint and nearly invisible with every release.

“You promised we’d stop”- stop what truly? Not making it to the room? Leaving a trail of clothes wherever ‘passion strikes?’

You’ve caught me in a fix, tied to something I tried so hard to flee from. Falling, wallowing, wading in murky and turbulent waters; emotion as powerful as waves crashing rocks of what we thought was our foundation.

This was never supposed to happen.

I wasn’t supposed to meet you. I wasn’t supposed to run into you at that restaurant last year. I wasn’t supposed to fall to an effortless conversation with you nor feel like you were an old friend I hadn’t seen for ages.

This was never supposed to happen.

A mutual fascination was what we agreed to call it. You intrigued me from the very first glance. Reminded me of the ocean, calm yet menacing all at once, turbulent, unruly yet majestic and alluring all at once.

I never thought I’d call a man beautiful, till I met you. Your mind entranced me, your thinking so meticulous, out-of-the-box, new, innovative, fresh... I can’t even begin to look into a thesaurus to find the right words to describe the absolute phenomenon you are.

Mutual fascination, we called it. Nothing more. Just that.

Who would’ve thought it would turn physical?

A fascination concerning intellect muddled with hot need and greed for one another threw us to this mess in the first place.

It started with that damned kiss that had me frozen in my tracks yet burning with desire and fear and joy and grief all at once.

We rarely exchanged words from that day onwards. We let our hands do the talking, our shared whispers and mutters and grunts of approval share our highs and lows of that day- possibly week.

You barely stuck around after. Nor did I.

Mutual fascination after all, that was that.

Wrong.

Lust turned to fear that turned to anger that turned to shame that turned to regret that turned to sorrow that turned to submission and finally a jumbled up mess formally recognized as acceptance.

Love.

I know, I should be ashamed. I broke our one common agreement. Our one and only spoken pact but please don’t lie to me and tell me that this means nothing to you.

Don’t break my heart and drive me to a point of ill intent by placing my fragile heart in the same box with your collection of several others you captured.

Don’t push me to consider you dead to me by telling me all the words and the lines, promises and tender times were all part of a grander scheme and you just played your part and followed your lines.

I’ve come to a realization that this- we- us- whatever this is will absolutely, most certainly get one of us hurt.

And before I end up shattering what’s left of my heart and sanity, I wish to leave before it’s too late.

Before my hopes rise and I infatuate myself with this disillusioned conception of you reciprocating my feelings.

I mean well, this is for the both of us.

It’s not you, it’s me- no scratch that, it’s both you and I. We’re not meant to be.

I’m just abiding to our contract remember, mutual fascination- nothing more, nothing less.

When you see me walk out that door after tonight that’ll be the end of it. An era, a lifetime (to one of us at least).

And if fate allows our paths to cross once more, if the stars align and you end up in my arms once more, maybe then, we’ll annul the contract- see where things go.

Until then, one last time. And that’s that.

[trustonlystars]

I could just fall in love with you,

over and over again.

Falling in love with you has never been a one time experience,

it happens to me every single day,

all over again when I watch you smile,

all over again when you're completely out of sight.

On some days loving you breaks me down,

and somedays it gives me the strength

I didn't know I had.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F.

[granitemoon]

Writing Prompt #2

 “I thought you hated me?” She teased tilting my chin up with a finger.

“Things change...” I muttered.

“Your cute when you don’t want to admit things aloud, you know. Go on just say you love me.”

“ Uhh... look! There’s a food cart over there selling hot dogs!” I’m not proud of it, but I ran towards the cart. These feelings were to new and too raw. Being called out on them made him uncomfortable. I had thought I hated her since sixth grade. Now here they were, college students. Standing on a busy street in NYC. College students ready to take on the world. Maybe I never really hated her. After all I did give her my phone number. It took me a while but i did respond to her texts. Maybe... I’ve always loved her...?

[therealvashikaran]

3 दिन में Jaldi Shadi Karne Ke Upay , " Aaj ke samya me ya to kisi ka rishta nhi aata hai agar aata bhi hai to jyada samya tak nhi tik pata hai. Agar fir bhi

Aaj ke samya me ya to kisi ka rishta nhi aata hai agar aata bhi hai to jyada samya tak nhi tik pata hai. Agar fir bhi rishta tik jata hai to shadi nhi ho pati hai. Agar aap chahte hai ki aapki bhi jaldi shadi ho jaye to humari yeh post dhyan se dekhe.