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The only thing I want
is you.

To see you each morning
when I open my eyes,
and to see you once more
before I close them at night.

All I want
is to live beside you,
to wake up next to you,
to hear your voice,
and to see you smile.

I want your presence beside me,
your warmth close to me,
and your fragrance lingering in the air
when you walk past me.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds.
I don’t know where life will take us.

But if I could choose just one thing
to keep for the rest of my life

it would be you.

Not because I need a perfect life.
Not because I need anything else.

Just you.

Your hand in mine.
Your smile in my mornings.
Your presence in my nights.

And if that’s all life ever gives me,
I will still call it everything.

~ Chamod Senevirathne
Grow up ©️

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Take my hand…

Show me all the parts that you do not love,
the ones you tuck away in the shadows
where the silence is thick and words are thin,
those corners that ache like old wounds
buried under skin that lost their language a long time ago and speak no in tightness in your chest or tears in the night.

Let me see the scars you hold in your hands,
those tender places bruised by time,
the questions unanswered, the hopes untended….

whisper them softly into the night air,
where I can gather them like scattered seeds and place them softly in soil of a garden I tend within my own inner sanctum

I will begin there, where the pain is raw,
in the cracks that split the surface,
and slowly, with gentle fingers, I’ll trace
the lines of your heart, unweaving the threads
of doubt, fear, and the stories told too long.

I will not flinch at what you show me….

for in those broken spaces lies the truth,
and in that truth, the quiet strength
to rebuild, to bloom, to rise anew.

I will begin with the jagged edges,
where love once lingered and then slipped away,
where your laughter faltered in mid-flight,
and dreams, like glass, shattered softly
into pieces too small to hold.

I will gather them, each shard a memory,
sharp, yet glimmering in the light of what could be,
and I will lay them down gently,
one by one,
to form a mosaic of who you are without the need to be perfect, put together….without their reflection to worry about the worth of the love you’ve always yearned.

when the mosaic is whole,
you will see yourself not in fragments,
but in bright brilliant spectrums of light that only you could create….

each flaw a fallacy, each break a beacon, a brushstroke
on the canvas of your being enough as you are.

We will stand there in the quiet,
as the light moves through the cracks,
and know that even in the pieces
there is a beauty
only time and truth can reveal.

So show me,
and I will begin
Slowly

~ Larson Langston,
Book of Blush

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“People do fall in love. People do belong to each other. Because that’s the only chance anybody’s got at real happiness.”

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If the fate bestows upon me boundless lifetimes,
would select you unconditionally, every time without hesitation,

Even across, every sphere, every dimension, and timeline,
my soul will seek you, guided by the celestial melody of your heartbeat,

You and I were are a entity of unconditional love, our compass is heart and soul
guiding us back to each other, for you are my eternal calling.

~ Mysterious Lover

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When two hearts are brought together
they start to make a fire

It starts to grow from one heart to another
filled with passion and lust

A touch, with a lovers glow on their face
the fire burns deep within

When lovers are brought together as two
a bond of fire bonds them as one

~ Mysterious Lover

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Men are dying inside.

When a husband dies, his wife grieves but usually survives. Friends surround her. Kids call daily. She knows how to let people in.

When a wife dies, her husband often follows within two years. Not from grief alone. From isolation. Because she was his only connection to the human race.

60% of men say their wife is their best friend.

Only 30% of women say their husband is theirs.

Think about that for a second.

Men are putting all their emotional eggs in one basket. Women are building networks. Smart. Except it leaves men completely fucked when that one relationship struggles.

Here's what nobody talks about:

When you criticize a man in a relationship, his nervous system doesn't hear "you did something wrong." It hears "relationships are dangerous. You're not safe here either."

Most men learned before age 10 that feelings equal weakness. That needing someone makes you pathetic. That real men don't cry, don't ask for help, don't admit they're drowning.

So they stuff everything into their romantic relationship. All their vulnerability. All their need for connection. All their terror of being alone.

Then when she says "you never listen" or "why can't you open up," his body translates it as: "Even here, you're not good enough. Even the person who's supposed to love you thinks you're failing."

No wonder they shut down.

We've created a generation of men who are relationship-starved but relationship-terrified. Who need connection desperately but have no idea how to build it safely.

The loneliness is killing them. Literally. Men die younger partly because they don't know how to let anyone see their pain.

So maybe instead of demanding men "open up," we start by being gentle with how much courage it takes for them to try.

They're not robots. They're terrified humans who've been taught that needing love makes them weak.

And that's not their fault. That's what we did to them.

Time to stop criticizing them for being exactly what we trained them to be.

Human.

@Derek Hart

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