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@vaidehi1742
I know you are not coming back but maybe we’ll meet again, and I won’t be 16 anymore, but i would still look at you with my eyes full of love and then you’ll be able to see the longing in my eyes that waited for just a glimpse of you.
Don’t tell me you love me, show me that you love me! I don’t want your words of affection, i need your acts of service. Showing love doesn’t mean that i want grand gestures, it’s the little things like holding me when i need you the most. It is gently taking my hand in yours when you see me panicking over something. It’s sensing the discomfort or sadness in me and taking it away through a hug or maybe through cooking my favourite meal. Show me the love that even a blind man can see.
“And if I show you my dark side, will you still hold me tonight?”
— Pink Floyd, “The Final Cut"
I’ll hold you even after that, but slightly more tight than before. Not just tonight, but every night until i smell like you and bury my face in the crook of your neck, slowly making you mine
No, but do you understand my longing and craving for just a glimpse of you? I have spent endless times waiting for you to come but it is just futile and vain because the only thing that comes, is your memories and just like dust particles, it scatters around and all i can do is stare at it.
I lived through so many versions of myself and at the end I chose the calm version of myself. It was so still and soft that people melted in front of it. It was so beautiful that it bought raw versions of people on surface. It was so soothing that the mirror smiled back at me. It was so peaceful that the world looked better with it.
Be so kind that it reflects in your eyes and your whole body vibrates and flows with it. Be so kind that it creates a force within you that lights up everything you touch and every room you enter. Be so kind that it radiates from your smile and reflects onto the other person. Be so kind that the world believes you are made by god and not the society. Be so kind that the people who lived in darkness, their whole life, believes in light. Be so kind that it melts the other person and becomes hypnotised by love. Be so kind that you become the reason, people live for.
The opposite of love is not hate. Hatred is love soured. They are two sides of the same coin, not opposing forces. The actual opposite of love/hate is indifference. You can hate just as much as you love. You will.
That’s a beautiful perspective
They say love is hurting, and you’re not in love if you have never endured pain. But what i believe is that love is not enduring pain, the core meaning of love is healing from the pain instead of being in it. Love is the feeling of a sense of comfort, a feeling of home, where you come to at the end of the day, when you’re tired or it is the first thing on your mind when you wake up or the first instinct when your world is falling apart. Love was always a beautiful force that heals us and brings our energy into higher vibrations, it’s just sad that we’re convinced otherwise.
I don’t understand hatred, like you cannot hate something without fully knowing it and when you know something fully, you know all the good and bad parts. So how can you hate something that has some degree of goodness? You can totally dislike someone, but hatred, I think is something that you want yourself to believe, ignoring the good part.
It’s fascinating to see how people on social media survives through shared traumas. Like so many people have gone through almost the same thing as you, but in varying degrees and when you see someone that you know, likes the same post as you, that person seems really relatable and in those moments you feel so much empathy for them, that you wish you could hug them for those things that they went through because you know how long it took you to come out of the same trauma!
I’m not sure but it might be magic - a sister’s love, the taste of coffee, a stranger’s smile, an act of kindness, a hug so tight it squeezes the life out of you, holding hands, a kiss on the lips, smelling like him/her, and a mother’s love.
Infinity is Shiva, the one who has no beginnings, no end, he’s just there forever, eternally.
My math professor unintentionally said something deep. He said that -
“Infinity is not a number, it’s a behaviour that never stops and goes on & on forever”
Longing is the greatest tragedy of lifetime. Waiting for the presence of that one person, eternally even though when you know you’ll never have them back.
Keep your life as private as possible because privacy fosters growth!
Dreams turn to reality when you believe in your delusions madly.
Why do we start making excuses for the people we love as if their actions don’t hurt us when in reality they pierce our heart out. Why do we not tell them or even if we do and they don’t correct it we start to adjust with it. Why do we do that? Is it love that makes us do that or is it our stupid heart that overpowers our brain? We know our boundaries from the very beginning but they start to blur for them as if it never existed and we get so consumed by them that even the biggest mistakes that they make consciously or unconsciously we let them go. Is that considered to be oppressive? Because their actions are gonna make us feel pain but we give excuses to suppress that pain.
