She loved herself in words, in sentences, in art and in thoughts more than in photos and mirror.
She loved how words and art could envelope her in mystery, leaving her free for imgination and interpretation.
Sometimes between lines and in the white spaces left after drawing, she saw her unspoken feelings floating, desiring to move out of the spaces limiting her in pages.
How beautiful it is to be a piece of art or literature, to be timeless, to be someone who evokes otherworldly imgination making you different and immortal in this finite world…..
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell into their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart.
And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
I’m not just falling in love with you. I’m falling into you. You’re an ocean, and I’m falling in, drowning in the depths of who you are. Like you said, it’s scary in a way, but it’s also the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. You are the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.
She talked about books with so much passion that you wanted to be nothing but the character she had so insanely fallen in love with……
You send me the signals that we’re over, we’re through. But why do you keep coming back if that’s true? You ask for my forgiveness time and time again but I’m sick of giving it to you, not anymore will I. Your confusion is rubbing off on me, just because you’re unsure doesn’t mean I have to be as well. I know you don’t want me, I get it, there’s no need to make me feel like shit as well. I’m done with you, like you are I, now can we drop these petty games and part our ways?
“She was not like other girls. She never was and she never would be” he whispered. She was not beautiful, not pretty but there was something in her which always made him go weaker in his knees. She had that otherworldliness he used to write poems about. She was the one with deep scars on forehaead and a beautiful and deeper smile on her lips. She used to have a big heart where anybody could come in to be a part of her happiness. But those very parts ripped away her happiness slowly and made her heart a cold narrow place where nobody could fit in.
She made a wall so high before her heart that it was impossible to climb it. He always wanted to break that wall but feared if he does the same unknowingly. And that fear made him love her without any expectation to get that love back from her. He was in love with her and she was still learning to love herself…..❤
Try thinking about having no home on earth once. Think about living alone when you need your family the most. Think about spending your whole day crying and remembering your good old days and comparing them to nothingness of present.
You can imagine it but can’t feel it. When you are old you see the people whom you spent your childhood and adulthood with are leaving this world one by one. You find yourself growing weaker day by day. You see your children whom you devoted your whole life for have left you to a place where you know nobody. You still want to live with them, to forgive them and love them like anything for that older people always have a big and soft heart.
But is it this big heart that makes your heart shrink so small that you can’t even take care of them when they need you the most? All they want is little attention and affection in return of their great devotions and sacrifices they made to reach you where you are now.
So love them and take care of them so that you won’t ever have to regret for it later. What goes is what comes around.
So if there is no home for them now, how can you be so sure about having a secure and safe old age for yourself??????
There will be days when you’ll feel bad about yourself for being who you are, you’ll want yourself to be like somebody else or to possess something which you don’t really own, you’ll doubt your existence and your future, you’ll want yourself to get rid of your own self and you’ll cry hard for being helpless about any of these things.
But trust me everyone is unique and so are you. Why to compare yourself to somebody else and why to try to be like them when you are a real version and copies are always useless. Why not to love yourself as you are and why not to look at future with optimistic eyes, why not to be happy with the things you possess and to work hard in direction to improve yourself, why not to be proud of yourself and why not to spend your life happily instead of being sad and pessimist??
The answer is yes you should do all these things to get the best version of yourself whom you can be proud of. So just get up with deep love and respect for yourself and immense pleasure and optimism for future. World awaits to get a person like you………