I love your facial expressions. I love the way you say my name. I love your smile and your laugh. I love that were on the same wavelength, and can have a serious conversation one moment and be laughing together the next. I love your hugs and how they’re warm and safe. I love how you trust me, and that I can trust you. I love that I was able to know you. I love you.”
I’ve learned all the lessons and I’ve heard all the talks but nothing compares to the way I feel when I see you like it’s the first time, or just realize that you could be, and you are, just as more than special to me. It’s fresh and it’s new and it feels like the first time I could breath again. Thank you J. :)
Under the law, consent is one of the essential requisites to a make a contract valid and enforceable.
Consent shall conform with the following requisites:
- Plurality of Subject
- Intelligence and Free Will
- Express or Tacit Manifestation of Will
- Conformity of the Will and Manifestation
Plurality of subjects. Dapat hindi unilateral ang trato, reciprocal ang kailangan. In terms of love, hindi lang ‘sarili ko mahal ko’, magbigay ka naman sa partner mo.
Capacity. Kung papayag ka na rin lang na magbahagi ng love mo sa iba, totohanin mo na. Wag kang mangako sa kanya kung bawal naman ibigay ang pag-ibig mo.
Intelligence and free will. Do not give any motives of loving someone if there will be mistake, violence, intimidation, undue influence, or fraud. Let him/her love you back with his/her whole heart without any fraud on your part.
Express or tacit manifestation of will. Sabihin agad kung may nararamdaman para walang nag-aassume o umaasa. Wag lang idaan sa pakiramdaman.
Conformity of the will and manifestation. Kung di tugma ang nararamdaman mo sa sinasabi mo, wag ka ng manloko. Please lang.
Ang lumabag sa kontrata ng pagmamahal, karma ang hahantungan.
MARCH TWOmitindi na yung pagmamahal ko sayo.
How do you stop loving someone? How do you decide it’s over? How do you tell them? Do you say it out loud? Can it be seen in your eyes? Do you cry too? Does it keep you awake at night? Does it make you want to sleep and cancel the whole day? Who do you think is at fault? How do your hands react to this? Do they tremble or sweat? Do you think they will lose their warmth? Are they going to be afraid to hold another soul? How do you stop loving someone? When do you start to realize it wasn’t the same as before? Does it scare you? How do you feel about them after? Do you pity them? Do you even apologize? Do you think it matters? Do you think it’s valid? How do you decide it’s over? How can you even let yourself feel that way? Why didn’t you do anything about it? How do you say to them they can’t make it to your future? How do you make them understand? How do you leave? How do you save them then? How do you make them stop loving you? How do you move on? How do you find another? How do you ask them to forget you? How? How? How?– irishjulienne’s, a series of questions on unloving someone (via talkingoutsoft) Via IRISH JULIENNE MERZA
I was unworthy. She deserved him, and I didn’t. She had a beautiful soul, and I was anything but pure. I was nothing but tainted. I was too flawed to be of anyone’s definition of perfection. I didn’t deserve the potential of his love - the capability to give me exactly what I need and want. But she deserved it and had it. She had the man that I was waiting for; she had what any other radiant woman would have. I thought that when she left him, it was a sign that maybe…just maybe, he was meant for me. That I, too, might deserve what other genuine souls have.
And how wrong I was about that. I wasn’t strong enough; I had nothing to offer. All I had was a love that I couldn’t control - a love that made me weak in every corner, yet strong in so many other ways. For the first time in my life, I thought that I was breathing for once. I saw the world as such a better place, and I thought that he and I could finally enjoy our passions together.
I had never felt a hand that fitted mine so perfectly, a mind that synchronized with this peculiar heart of mine. We were gazing in the same direction and had parts that complemented each other. I had died everyday, hoping to meet someone like him. And who would have thought that after I met him, I could no longer die but to dissolve into nothingness - into the air that was too unworthy to be inhaled by any man of such character. All because I was nothing but a fragile woman who had a love that only a man would give to a woman of his desire.– Remy Raine (via remyraine) Via My Unmei
I want you to promise me something. And I don’t care if you don’t know me, like me, or like making promises in general. Just do it.
Promise me that you will keep on living, even when everything is futile.
I want you to forgive yourself for the things that you’ve done. I want you to forgive yourself for the things that you should have done. Forgive yourself, even when you don’t think you deserve it.
I want you to love yourself for all that you are and all that you are not. I want you to love yourself, even if no one else does. You do not need the validation from another human being in order to know your worth. You do not need others to love you in order to show you that you are worth loving. The love that you develop for yourself is more than enough. Love yourself enough to stand on your own, without depending on the love of anyone else.
So stop injecting drugs to avoid reality. Stop with the pills and the cutting. Stop with the thoughts on jumping off a building and hanging yourself. Stop hating yourself and regretting about the past. Stop with the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘should have beens.’ And don’t you dare pull that trigger. Stop.
Stop and love yourself. It is the least you can do for you.– Remy Raine (via remyraine) Via My Unmei
All of us encounter, at least once in our life, some individual who utters words that make us think forever. There are men whose phrases are oracles; who condense in one sentence the secrets of life; who blurt out an aphorism that forms a character or illustrates an existence.– Benjamin Disraeli (via observando) Via Whatthe..