THE REAL MEANING OF LOVE

Love is not only that smell that your body has or that look in your eyes when we make love under that drug called midnight

Love is not only that place in my heart that you fulfilled without hesitation.

Love is not only fighting sleep and staying awake just to look at you at your most natural state.

Love is not only that electricity that runs through my veins when you kiss me under the blankets.

Love is not staying at home to take care of you when you are sick, no matter if it is a simple flu or an infection.

Love is not watching TV shows together on Monday afternoons after work.

Love is not giving you a handwritten letter just to let you know the feelings that don’t come easy out of my mouth.

Love is not reconsidering my future because you appear at the most unexpected moment of my life.

Love is staying by your side even if I’m afraid, even if I know that sooner or later it will be over, even if I know that you have the power to break my heart in a second.

Love is to finally understand that the things that we want in life don’t always come in the order they were supposed to, but in the order they were meant to.

Love is bending our souls no matter if they get messy, because we perfectly know that love will find a beautiful way to fix all of our mess. Love is taking a look through the window of our lives and see how wonderful it is to see destiny coming with its arms completely opened just for us.

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Written by Carolina Loayza

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To the man I will always love

Someone asked me if I am over you, I just smiled. I have always had this feeling of ache every time I realize that it’s you, and it will always be you. The idea of me loving someone else is a blur right now, and my heart is currently living inside a thought that I can never love somebody more than the way I loved you. As much as I wanted to say “I am over him, I don’t care anymore..” and mean it, I can’t. Because I care. Even if you happen to stumble on my way ten orfifteen years from now, I still and always care.

A lot of people misunderstand this concept of moving on by saying that a true person who has moved on doesn’t care about the past anymore. For me, it doesn’t work that way. Moving on for me is merely an acceptance of what has happened, with no regret for what never will. And for a person who loves too much, I can truthfully say that one can never really get over someone who once meant the world to them. We can just get used to the pain and feeling of missing someone until we make ourselves comfortable in it, and I believe that a tiny spark of hope can always reborn what we thought is already dead– love.

It’s been two years since everything ended but I can still remember the vast happiness I had when I was with you, and I just want to say that I miss you. I miss those deep eyes that washes away all my doubts whenever I look at them. I miss how my hand seemed to perfectly fit yours along with the feeling of home and contentment whenever you’re holding mine. I miss your voice, your voice that lightens up my day every time you sing me those random songs even if you always apologize because for you, your voice is not that good.. I miss that. I miss you. I miss those moments when we glance at each other and smile because we both know words are not enough to explain what we feel. Even if everyday I am dying to feel these all again, all I could do is sit here, try to be happy for you, and pour all my feelings by writing about you.

Love, if ever the time comes when you remember me and come back, just know that I am always here, waiting.

However, love, if the time comes when you come back and see me loving someone else, just know that it took me too much courage to open my heart to another guy again after what I’ve been through for you, for us. If you happen to realize that he could have been you, just keep in mind that my heart, no matter how much it endures every pain for you, it gives up.

I know I’ll be in love again. But for now, I’ll continue holding on to what you said that “If we are meant to be, love will lead us back.”

You see, I don’t believe in destiny and such things as “meant-to-be’s” for I know that only our own choices influence what happens in our life. But you, you made me believe in dreams and fantasies.

But I guess it’s time to wake up.

I’ll smile for you again because I know that one day, I’ll be seeing you.

Until then, I will be missing you.

I am not asking for you to come back. I see you are very happy now and it somehow eases the feeling of longing for your presence, for your happiness is my delight, even if I am not a part of it.

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Written by Tin Sarmienta

Why Do You Love Me? A Real Man’s Reply

“Why do you love me?” he heard her whisper in the night. He closed his eyes, a tear forming sure to stain his pillow.

I love you because I do. I love you because the Universe showed me the way to you. I love you because my heart beats your name, my mind drowns in your eyes, my soul feels yours even when we are miles apart.

I love you because I have no choice; I didn’t ask to love you. I didn’t need to love you, but I love you just the same. My arms aren’t filled unless you’re in them and my thirst is not quenched unless you are the drink.

I love you because I feel comfort in being out of my comfort zone with you by my side. I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you.

It was my soul and you are its mate.

Through the paths we have taken to one another, I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here. I battled the gods themselves and faced the raging storms of hell until, one day, the clouds parted and your eyes met mine.

I waited, impatiently, for you until that shock from my heart announced your arrival.

I know you are scared, my sweet Angel. I know you feel the pangs of fear and the dread of a journey of which no arrival is guaranteed. But I promise you this: when the demons come I will stand strong with you at my back and you will be protected. When the brimstone comes raining from the sky I will shield you until each storm passes. When the swine and malcontent arrive, I will fight them and when the battles are over and the storm clouds are gone I will hold your face, look into your eyes,and you will know why I love you.

Source: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/02/why-do-you-love-me-a-real-mans-reply/

Across the Universe

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me…

The words pour out of me like prayers to her, like some solemn and sacred oaths offered by the footprints in the weathered sand behind me to the smooth, beckoning beach ahead.

I turn to watch the morning sun rise above my ocean horizon, staring in awe at the promise yet to come as the great Artist paints inspiring hues of glory across the morning sky. I slowly, deeply, inhale the crisp morning air and I know, somehow, that she is here with me.

Unseen, unheard, but always close by.

I walk along my day, cherishing the little pieces of her I gather along my way. Words flash across my screen as her thoughts roll through my mind’s countryside, gently reminding me of the power beyond binding us and allowing us to walk together while apart, as one while a universe away. Soon, the sun sets upon her ocean, gifting her with inspiring hues of glory across the evening sky.

She pauses, smiles warmly at the thought of me, and sends me love across the Universe.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

I stop, sitting softly upon the sand, staring up at the single star I know, somehow, she sees too.

Together, without pause or hesitation, we say the words as a prayer to the heavens and an intention to all that is, “I love you.”

Together we smile and caress the empty space besides us with a sure certainty that fills our hearts and souls with the promise of a million more. Though eternal numbers of grains of sand separate us, the universe we’ve created within us keeps us close, knowing, wanting, feeling. We make love in our being, kiss deeply in our hearts, and in our minds speak the words of truth no world has ever known.

“I love you.”


Sounds of laughter shades of live are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on, across the universe

Together we laugh, filling a limitless void of emptiness with the joy of a simple thought. I feel the familiar longing in my heart for the simple touch of her hand on my shoulder, of her mouth on mine. I feel the melting into her, the warmth of her body, the feel of her back as I pull her closer into me. I fall back onto my hands, arch my back, and breath the fragrance of her ecstasy all around me.

She calls me on and on, and I hear her, across the Universe.

Love cannot truly never measured in distance, or rhyme, or reason. It is measured in the certainty of the wave of energy you feel at the thought of her form, at the sound of her voice, at the mere mention of her name. We count our blessings in the tiny bumps that raise from our skin in the mere thought of a touch, or a kiss, of an embrace. We issue prayers of knowing, we walk the wisdom of awareness, and we speak the words of truth that lives within and all around us.

To love is to lose yourself and, in the process, find yourself all over again. Like a subtle prayer that springs life eternal from a cold spring, love warms us to the task of living, to the study of our most divine selves.

I love, and I love you, even if across the Universe.


SOURCE: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/02/across-the-universe-a-love-story-inspired-by-the-song/

Leaving

Sleepless nights.

Overthinking.

It's you, over and over again. It's you that I ever wanted. It's you I've been waiting for to ease the pain I felt inside.

Where are you?

I miss you. Do you miss me too? I've been wondering how are you, who's with you and who makes you happy now.

It hurts.

It hurts looking at your photo, our videos and photos together. How I wish we can stay and happy like on the memories we had. Lemme go back to start.

I love you. Yes, I do. And I always will. Your absence makes my love for you grow fonder. It makes me love you even more each day.

Someday. I hope someday. Our paths will cross and with a sweet smile, I hope we can even say "hey".

"and now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."

1 COR. 13:13