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Fears and Doubts

Help me answer this: " Do you Love Him enough to let your fears and doubts take over or Do you let your Love for him take over your fears and doubts?"

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You can get over her, but you always think and feel that you cannot. Why? Because people who are in the process of healing are fragile, vulnerable to fear and doubts. It stops you to grow and stand up. It gives you the feeling of being scared to let go of the things that you got used to have. People tend to hold on because of the memories. They can’t let go of the ghosts of the past. False hopes kills them too. They are hoping that someday they will be back and everything will be okay. No, don’t depend your life on “what if"s and “maybe”s. Don’t wait for anyone. Stand up. Dust off. Accept that they’re gone. Let go, it’s not an easy process, but with one step at a time, you will feel better. Learn to live your life again and don’t forget to love yourself. Acceptance is the key to move forward.

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I need a Love that never gives up. A kind of Love that is my Stronghold despite of strong waves of storm that will come to our lives. A kind of Love that stands still like a bamboo that sways in the gush of wind. A kind of Love that never lies but tells the truth even if it hurts. I need a Love that will never learns how to unlove someone.

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Her:

I have a lot of things to tell you, you know but I get scared every time I try. Maybe, you wouldn’t be so surprised anymore since you already knew me. I don’t talk too much. I am reserved. I am simply plain and boring. I am a coward and many other things that reveal my distinction to other girls you used to date. And yet, you said you love me. Up until now, I still don’t understand why you have chosen me among other girls you could’ve have opt to that I think are way better than me. Every night before I sleep, I always ask myself and the stars that seem to be my only true companions what have you seen in me that made you love me. But I don’t get any answers except a memory of you smiling brightly at me. And that would make me sleep so tight. I love you and everything about you, your enticing blue-green eyes that seem to see the real me through the thick walls that conceal my heart and soul. Your laughs and smiles that are outrageously contagious that makes me happy, too, all of a sudden. But most of all, I love your voice especially; when you sing me a song you’ve composed that’s only intended to be heard by me. I love how your beautiful and cool voice makes me calm whenever my day has gone bad to terribly worse. You were undeniably perfect, if only for me. You were the epitome of an ideal boyfriend—a best friend even but I chose to break your heart and I am completely sorry for that. I really am. Though, it’s a decision in which I can only blame myself. Sudden and reckless, it may be but somehow, I couldn’t help myself to think that maybe that’s just how Fate wants us to be… separated with our own lives. I know it’s ruthless of me to tell you to just forget about me and your feelings for me after everything we have shared together. I know how that would make you cry and hurt even more. I know—because, somehow I know I have been part of your life already in which I have seen and have already come upon you whenever you are at your most vulnerable state. And so, instead of asking you to unlove and forget about me, I’ll ask God to find someone better for you since he is, indeed, the greatest writer of each our love stories. And for the very last time, I love you.

Him:

For the last time, you said those three words. Three words. I have been clinging on to them since the day you said yes. I have been clinging on to them until now, it’s funny how much I wanted to hear them coming from you every time. But now I want you to take it back, take it back and never say them again. Because saying those three words, means letting the person I love go. It means I won’t be able to see your pretty face every Saturday. I won’t be hearing your laugh whenever I’ll say something weird out of the blue. I won’t be wiping your tears when you cry over little things. I won’t be able to watch over you while you sleep, do you know that you talk when you sleep? I’d always smile whenever you’ll utter words while your eyes are closed. Had I known that last night would be the last time I will be hearing you blabbering nonsense, I would have recorded it. But it’s okay, it’s on my mind, and I’m sure that I cannot forget that instantly. Heck, I wouldn’t even forget it all. I’d miss you my love, those days where you’re in a bad mood and you’ll stop instantly as soon as I come knocking on your door. Those days where I’d be outside with pizza and drinks and we’d stay up late watching the same movie over and over again, those days are long gone. I can’t help but wonder what did I do wrong? What did I miss? Was it enough? Was it too much? I wanted to shake your head but I know it’ll hurt you. You said that I should forget everything, but you’ve given me so much to remember now how the hell am I supposed to do that? I do not have any choice upon this bequeathing of a soliloquized agony but I’m eager to live this death a thousand times. I will always be ready to bleed. I will always plead for air just to be inhaled into you, disappearing into unknown depths that I know will always be my only solace. I couldn’t say what we had was timeless, it’s messed up. All relationships are. But I’m choosing to hold on because you were still holding my hand back then. And now I can no longer feel your strong grip. I can only feel the last touch of your fingers from mine. I wanted to reach them out but they are formed into a fist already. Indeed God is the writer of our love stories, and I’d always be happy he had written me something I can always store in a shelf. You’re the reason why I’ve held on for so long, and you’re the reason why I’m letting go. And for the last time my love, this I will tell. I love you, even if your presence will no longer be there.

- Between holding on and letting go // A collaboration by @sheismnwb​ (her words) and @thechefdiary​ (his words) 

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We have to end our relationship not because we didn’t love each other anymore, but we had to, now we are strangers–full of good memories. I’ll be honest with you, there’re nights that I can’t sleep, you haunt me in my dreams and I’m chasing you when I’m awake. I don’t know how can I escape from this maze, but if you are here I’d rather be lost holding your hands than in paradise with someone else. After all our struggles just to keep our relationship, it had to end like this; pretending we are strangers if we ever meet again. We’re taught that tomorrow will always be better, but your hands were my tomorrow and your eyes always spelled better than my favorite book. I jumped into your smile without a parachute, collecting more casualties than memories. Your name rested perfectly on my tongue, but today rolled into you with less expectations than the fates held for us. Our memories give me two different feelings, one that tore my heart and the other one is regret. Yes, regret…cause we met each other down the road at the wrong time. That no matter how much we wanted to be together it couldn’t be the “ us ” we will forever be longing to be possible. Hoping our path won’t cross again, cause I swear if it happened, I won’t let you go. You’re the best thing that has happened in my life. You changed my point of view when it comes to loving someone, that love is never selfish, doesn’t ask for anything in return and love lets go. I have to move forward, till you find me again. And so you became an extension of my thoughts. We exhausted dreams until motivation became dormant. We tired sights of beauty until the color palette moved into our soles. We poured gasoline on the silence gnawing into our hearts, esteeming power to the unknown and chaining beauty to the ground. Growing apart only gives head to growing together, if time is kind enough to drive around the block again.

“ We’re strangers with memories ”

@teacup12 & @spilledthoughtsofmairi

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send me back to the beach #beachlover #beachbabe #sunkissed #positivityin2016

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What does being “Alone” really mean? In google search Alone means having no one else present; on one’s own. That’s scary! really scary! 😱 Does anyone in this earth really want to be alone? if yes, then message me here and let me know your thoughts maybe i could learn something from you. In my honest opinion, I think no one wants to be alone in this world. At the end of our busy schedules, work, deadlines and everything we still need that one thing/person/whatsoever that will makes us feel that we are never alone.

Being in a long relationship for 8yrs, being alone is not my cup of tea. I used to have someone that i can call whenever i want. Someone that i can tell how was my day went by. Someone that i can lean on when things arent going right. Someone that speaks worthy. Someone that you respect his insights before you do something. Someone that you can share your intimate thoughts and feelings. Someone you can always count on to. Someone that is always there to listen to you. Someone that you can depend on. and so on.

Suddenly, Life takes it course and this someone that is very special in your life just gone like a wind. Suddenly things CHANGE. Unexpectedly he exit into my life in a snap. He left me hanging in a cliff where there’s no one else beside me. He left me ALONE.

I remember my friend asked me, what i am afraid of? i am afraid of losing him or i am afraid of being alone. Then, I said “ I am afraid of being alone”. As i am writing this first entry to tumblr, I realized that i am not afraid of losing him, I can get over my feelings for him. I can move on. Its just that I’m afraid to be alone. I dont know how to alone. To be on my own.

I prayed to God, I prayed that he accompany me in this biggest heartbreak in my life. I prayed that he will be with me all along. So he did. He answer my prayers by the presence of my Family and Truest Friends. He made them his instrument of showing to me that I am not alone. That He equipped me with all of the things I need in this heartbreak season of my life. I am forever grateful that God never abandoned me. My ex boyfriend made me learn that everyone in this world will leave you, betray you, lie to you, cheat on you and so on .. even the ones that are closest to our heart.

But Only God will Love you, Heal you, Restore your Soul and will never Abandoned You.

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