#selflesslove

[godsdaughterprincesse]

In ever relationship. There's going to be arguments, fights, smiles, tears, and Up and Downs. Things said out of anger, Mad exes, Attitudes and Jealousy. But at the end of the day if you truly love that person.  You will stick around through the good and bad.

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[marvelita85]

- wow...-you stayed there standing with your blue dress and your hair up looking at your best friend who invited you to come with him and was looking back at you with a smile

- what is it?

- oh I... nothing is just I'm nervous thats all

- hey I will be there all the time - you could never keep his blue stare longer than a few seconds because you were afraid he realise you were totally and hopelessly inlove with him

- you look amazingly handsome - Sebastian smile and bite his lips nervously as he did all the time he recieved a compliment

- thank you... you are beautiful too and we match - he offered his arm and you hooked yours as he started walking to the door and the car parked outside to take you to the gala, you were just his best friend, his fans and people around knew you already but as you walked beside him, watching him smile pressing into his hand join with yours beside him your heart broke a little bit more because you realised you would never be more than just his best friend, you were previlieged to share moments with him and his life, you enjoyed going to the movies and always chosing you for a premiere of avengers because he knew you were a fan, he even tried to hook you up with Evans but even Chris realised your heart was elsewhere and that was when you knew he never felt the same way about you but you prefered the gift thay his friendship was for you than ruin everything just cause your stupid heart chose to love him

You felt his hand on the back of your neck and he made you shivered for a second Sebastian noticed it and frown a little - are you alright?

- yeah... your hand was cold thats all...- you tied to brush it out but he knew it wasn't and you were lying

-are you enjoying yourself?

- very much, my heels are killing me now but I got a full load cellphone with my pictures with celebrities, even Brad Pitt

- wow and I though I was your favourite celebrity

- you are my favourite best friend Seb, I think that counts more than a celebrity

- sometimes I wonder if it's enough for you...

- what?...

- nothing... let's go - he grabed your hand again and lead you to another part of the party you were a little tipsy but you stoped drinking because you wanted to remember than night so move to the music rythm as he presented more people to you

- wow Sebastian were do I get myself a girlfriend like yours - you looked at Seb shocked as you though he would say you were just a friend

- hands off Duke this one is all mine

- well Im sure you got some friends as beautiful as you...

- thank you about that, and I will think about my friends going out with you

- I'm sorry, he is just playing around...

- no worrys I think he was being funny thats all...

-just don't present your friends to him

- i dont know i got one that might like him - Sebastian smile to you knowing who you were talking about and you did smile giving a deep breath and realise in that moment his friendship was so much worth it than any tiny piece of love you could live with him than being his friend forever but deep inside you knew you were just a coward than wouldnt even risk it

[taylormadeswiftie]

It's extremely difficult being online recently when many act unbearable, the selfish always win. I'm going to keep fighting for my husband Shaun. He's the one that wants me to remain active, hasn't said it directly but a hug from Taylor would mean a lot to him. All of his immediately family members have or had cancer, his oldest sister passed away. His baby sister is stage 4, mom and Dad both had/have cancer. I can't tell you how terrified that makes me when my soulmate is my entire world, my best friend in life. I keep trying to tell myself to stop worrying but like REALLY?!? How am I supposed to not? I feel sick to my stomach thinking about it. The point is... @taylorswift You are my idol but I would give my chance up to meet you if you could hug my husband. He hasn't said the words "I need a hug from Taylor" but I know him, he's insisting I stay active no matter how much my heart aches. I know you don't fix everything but a healing hug is what he needs, to be touched by an angel. This man has given me the world and so much more and patiently waits for me to pass an exam to start my career that feels impossible because I want it too badly to make a difference... He made my dream of swimming with Dolphins a reality, our Love Story proposal wonderful and our wedding enchanting. I love this man more than I love myself because he makes me a better person, want more out of this beautifully chaotic life. I wouldn't have him right now if you didn't inspire me to open my heart again when it was so so so broken that I never thought I would love again. To my best friend and my lover, from the both of us. Who could stay? @taylorswift @taylornation

[vintage-beauty]

Selfless Love

He is love and compassion.

Selfless in everything.

But to be selfless in love is a dangerous thing.

And now he is left with nothing.

[deonispredes10dbygod]

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[yungpueblo-blog]

[jhe-thecreative-blog]

A Selfless Love

It laid there. It was faced up on the bed, the screen easily visible. I placed it far away from me so that I could take my mind off the situation. I was sitting at the head of my bed attempting to read Paulo Coelho’s By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept. It was ironic for me to be even reading the book, but I couldn’t help it. It was such a beautiful story. A story of love and all that comes with it. It made me think of my own relationship. It was the complete opposite of Pilar and her soulmate. They were selfless, we were selfish – well, I was selfish.

The screen lit up, and I peeked over my book to see what or who it was. You’re supposed to be giving the silent treatment, I told myself. I am the poster child for lack of self-discipline. I placed the novel down and traveled to the foot of the bed. No new text. The notification was just an email blast from Steve Madden. 60% holiday sale. Was this a sign? Was the universe telling me to heal with heels? I exited out of the email, and went into my Messages app. He was my most recent conversation. I hated Apple sometimes for the way they let you preview the last text. I only wanted to see his name, Jason, with the lipstick stain emoji. Instead, what stood out was the last text he wrote: 

Whatever, man. Do what you want.

That was sent at 10:14 a.m., yesterday. I looked at the time at the top of my screen, it was 2:26 in the afternoon. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon at that. I looked outside my window to see the palm trees bathing in the Sunny South Florida. The tropical red hibiscus flowers danced along with the wind. Jason and I had plans to go scuba diving in Naples. That, for sure, wasn’t happening. I tossed my phone on the floor. Out of sight, out of mind, I told myself. I scooted back to my original location of the bed, picked up my novel, and attempted to get lost with Pilar and her childhood lover in the mountains of the Pyrenees. I was able to get through a few pages. I envisioned Jason and I in the place of Pilar and her lover. We were sitting at a café, having wine and cheese while laughing and being completely honest and open with each other.

I began to feel a knot in my throat, my eyes were beginning to flood with tears. I wanted this for our relationship, but how? I couldn’t even be open and honest with him. I envisioned a fairy tale love, just like any other girl would. I began to wonder what was exactly stopping me from that. Jason loved me, without a doubt. I never had to question his commitment to me. He was perfect. I am stubborn. Jason landed a job across the country in Los Angeles. We’ve talked about moving out of Atlanta. It felt good to escape the realties. Jason was a screenwriter and was hired to be in the writer’s room of an upcoming television series. I, on the other hand, was a teacher. He argued that I can teach anywhere, though this was true, the thought of leaving everything behind was terrifying. So when I hesitated on saying ‘yes’, he took it as a hard ‘no’. I choked. My brain couldn’t compute fast enough to give an answer on demand.

I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone to call or text him. Our argument fueled so much that we started to bring things up from the past. Who sacrificed more for who, who had to pay for who when the other didn’t have a job, so on and so forth. I hated it. I hated myself for purging old history because this was his passion. Ever since we were kids, living across the street for each other, he would pretend he’s shooting a movie. I was always his leading lady. I wanted this for him, I did, but I wanted this for him in Atlanta. I didn’t want to let go of home.

Often, I would find myself jealous of him. He was so courageous and only the courageous lived out their dreams. I settled to be a kindergarten teacher. I didn’t choose that for my life, but I just dealt with the hand I was given. As a young girl, I wanted to sing. I’ve always loved music. I played the piano up until college. Jason had even tried to tie in my musical talents with film. “You can be a music composer for films,” he would tell me. Always optimistic, that’s what I loved most about him. I could never match it. I was so afraid of failing that I just gave up. My parents always wanted me to have a job with some security. If I told them that I wanted to pursue music, they would hound me with a slew of questions. Do you have benefits? PTO? 401k? Life insurance? Vacation days? Pension?

I kept playing yesterday over in my head. From waking up to loving on each other, to me screaming, and him walking out. He’s never been out this long. Usually, he’s back home, we make up, and go back to the regular us. In By the River Piedra, her mate teaches her about saying goodbye to The Other. The Other is your negative, fearful self. The self that is blocking you from your true destiny. The Other will lead you to a life of mediocracy and loneliness. The Other is who I want to no longer be.  I sat on the edge of my bed. My idle mind began to spiral. Is he going to break up with me? Is this it? Six years down the drain? Why can’t he just stay? Why should he? If it was the other way around, would I stay for love or follow my dreams? In all fairness, why should he be held back? Why should my fears hold him back? My fears on my own. Why did I project it on him? He didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve him.

I got off my bed and headed to the kitchen. Traces of him rested across the counter. His half-empty cup of orange juice laid there. The emotions began to pour over me. I pictured the morning before in my head. We were cooking breakfast together and talking about the future. He was talking about he will be a big screenwriter turned director, and I was speaking about going back to school for my Master’s in Education Leadership. The conversation then switched to me pursuing music, as a hobby, and maybe leading it to be a potential career. I dismissed it, of course. He went on and on about using the talents god gave us; my life was mirroring Pilar and her lover. From my parents, I had to listen to lectures about job security. From Jason, he wanted me to follow my dreams. My fears were so in control, that I became annoyed anytime Jason brought it up. One time, I even told him that he’s just lucky that he’s able to actually be in a career that he loves. He began to preach about it just having faith and listening to God. I realized that I was being selfish, not with him, but with myself. I was ungrateful and so blind to my blessings. I had a man who loves me so much that he wanted me to follow my dreams so I could be happy. Not just content, but filled with joy. I took that for granted.

I heard my phone ring from the bedroom. I dropped the sudsy cups I was washing in the sink and ran before it went to voicemail. It was an unknown number that I’ve seen before. Bill collectors, I rolled my eyes. After the disappointing phone call, I plopped down on the bed. My body felt weak. My brain was fried. I was depressed. I felt like I’ve lost everything, thanks to The Other. Why can’t I be like Pilar? Why am I comparing myself to a fictional character? I tried to picture myself in Los Angeles. I pictured myself in a beautiful high-rise condo. Jason at the breakfast table, looking out at the view of the city, writing, sipping his coffee—black. I was at my beautiful grand piano that sat in the dining area. We are working on Jason’s first feature film, his directorial debut. I was his composer. I felt myself smile. I could be happy in my love life and in my soul. But what if it doesn’t work out, The Other popped in my mind and depression came back. I sat up and headed towards my bathroom. Showering helped me think.

Another piece of Jason laid on the bathroom floor— his jeans. I cracked a smile. Normally, I would’ve been annoyed at the fact that he completely missed the hamper, but I loved him despite it.  I picked up the pair of jeans and something fell out of his pocket and crashed down on the top of my foot. It hurt like hell. I instantly dropped the jeans to bend over and caress the pain from my foot. I looked over to see what had fell out of the pocket.  And there it was. A square, blue, velvety box. The box. The box that every girl dreams of being presented with. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped inflating. The world was still. I’m not sure how I managed to direct my hand to the box, but I picked it up and opened it. The symbol of eternity stared at me. A beautiful princess-cut diamond smiled at me. It managed to twinkle brighter than our dull bathroom lights.

The man who I was madly in love with found me worthy of being his eternity. His partner in life. And here I am, letting fear rip us apart. I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t deserve him. I worried about the things that haven’t happened. Jason always said faith and The Universe brought us together. It went over my head because my faith in God diminished due to past relationships.

I ran through the timeline of our relationship from day one. From meeting randomly at the train station because my lesson plans blew away, and him running across the street to pick them up. Even as a stranger, he made my day. He always knew the right things to say when I felt defeated, when I wasn’t sure of myself. He wanted me happy, not just with him, but happy within myself. He’s asked nothing from me, yet given me all of him. And here I was, rejecting the one thing he wanted, my support. I was so ashamed of myself. I felt my soul began to purge. I thought about how my actions are just a projection of my own issues; and how Jason has been there trying to help me through. Yet, he still was going to propose. That meant he had faith in me. So I should be able to have faith in us?

After five minutes of my purge, I picked myself up from the bathroom floor. I needed to tell him that I love him and that I was ready to follow. Not because of the ring, but because I loved him. I headed back to the room and I grabbed my phone; there was a text message from Jason: 

I hate this. Let’s talk.

My heart felt as though it had woken up, I felt a smile on my face. I texted back:

When should I put in my two weeks?

Sohni Mahiwal Love by Ricky Ajnoha 

[bigbluetruth]

Spirituality becomes at once the indicator of one’s nearness to God and the measure of one’s usefulness to fellow beings. Spirituality enhances the ability to discover beauty in things, recognize truth in meanings, and discover goodness in values. Spiritual development is determined by capacity therefor and is directly proportional to the elimination of the selfish qualities of love.

The Urantia Book, 100:2.4