Tuesday, June 10, 2014

PERSONAL: DO YOU BELIEVE IN FATE?

Do u believe in fate? Do u believe in true love?A voice tells me I am a messenger sent from above...the one who is destined to pour the joy of love all over your soul...With no regret nor asking for anything back... it's just part of my life...part of my fate.We both have been in love before...in different dimensions...uncertain if the love I pursued was true until I met you.
I entered your world...don't know what lies ahead of me.Maybe it's pain, maybe it's sorrow...even with a slim chance of getting a forever happiness...I am willing to try. You redefined my view about love...The true love you can only read in fairy tales Do u believe in fate? Do u believe in true love?I know I do...and my fate is to show the true love to you

I used to think that finding the right one was about the woman having a list of certain qualities. If she has them, we'd be compatible and happy. Sort of a checkmark system that was a complete failure. But I found out that a healthy relationship isn't so much about sense of humor or intelligence or attractive. It's about avoiding partners with harmful traits and personality types. And then it's about being with a good person. A good person on her own, and a good person with you. Where the space between you feels uncomplicated and happy. A good relationship is where things just work. They work because, whatever the list of qualities, whatever the reason, you happen to be really, really good together.It took me years to figure out that upset was upset, and tumultuousness was not the same thing as passion. Love isn't drama.Maybe we all just want to feel special, even for a little while, to be fooled for a bit into feeling something besides the truth of our own ordinariness. I no longer have the energy for meaningless dates, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk

I had always had a little problem looking out for myself in love.So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love. I was afraid people would leave me. So I sort of clung and did everything possible to keep someone around. I didn't have a hard talk with myself about who I was keeping around. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. I clung to people like human life preservers. I thought i'd die if someone left me. Its ironic because now I'm the one who's leaving.But, finally, I had to open my eyes. The truth, thankfully, is insistent. I had to see people for who they were. I had to understand why I made the choices I did. Why I had given them my loyalty. I had to make changed. I had to stop allowing love to be dangerous. I had to learn how to protect myself. But first… I had to look. Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn't want to be close to anyone. Maybe I'd just be the type who couldn't feel love all the way or something. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but what was wrong was that it just wasn't right

Some of the biggest challenges in relationships come from the fact that most people enter a relationship in order to get something: they're trying to find someone who's going to make them feel good. In reality, the only way a relationship will last is if you see your relationship as a place that you go to give, and not a place that you go to take..There is no formula to relationships. They have to be negotiated in loving ways, with room for both parties, what they want and what they need, what they can do and what their life is like. In business, people negotiate to win. They negotiate to get what they want. Maybe you’re too used to that. Love is different. Love is when you are as concerned about someone else’s situation as you are about your own.Between hello and goodbye is I love you


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