lahzeha

[lahzeha]

There’s something mysterious about how God and life move. I was in the middle of my “I don’t want to meet anyone” era. closed off, self-contained, convinced I needed no one. And then He gave me you. Just for a night.

But that night… was all it took.

Something cracked open in me. I let go. I opened up to you like a child, unfiltered, soft, vulnerable. You didn’t ask for that. You didn’t force it. But something about you made it feel safe. right. natural.

You make me feel heard, truly heard. You see me. Not just who I try to be, but who I am when all the masks fall. I adore and appreciate the way you understand where I’m coming from, the way you recognize the reasons behind my actions, even the ones that might hurt you. I see the love in your patience. I feel it in the way you choose understanding over judgment.

You give me strength. Quietly. Gently. Without even noticing it, you help us grow stronger —together.

Whatever you did to me… it reached something deep. And I’m grateful. It’s beautiful. You are beautiful.

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Sunset

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The Rite, Ingmar Bergman, 1969

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— Marie Howe, Magdalene: “Walking Home”

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sunset moments | kvalvika beach, lofoten

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source

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Banaras, India.

Imdad Barbhuyan

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Edvard Munch, Two sketches for Kiss, 1898

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i wanna be soul to soul

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Found my treasures..

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Blue Orchid

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I love when she sends me pics outta nowhere — no ask, no nothing. That’s how I know she wants me to look at her. And honestly, that’s hotter than the pics themselves.