“Endless Love” by Stella Miller Whenever im down and i cant get back up my fiance has always been there for me. he is the light in my soul and the island i most treasure. there are times when i am blue and he cuddles with me and lets me know everything will be okay.…
“Feeling Guilty” by No-One I remember feeling guilty for suspecting him. I remember when I first thought is weird to be hanged up on someone who cheated o you, I remember feeling guilty for reading his e-mails and finding up he cheated on me. Feeling guilty I was not enough.feeling guilty I cannot get over…
She grew up without a dad. He died when she was two years old, and she still doesn’t know the details of his life. This has made her a searcher. A hunter.
She was the one I wanted to be with. She was the one I wanted to love forever. She was my friend. I never told her how special she was, how much I appreciated her.
The nights are the worst. Because I hate going to the same cold bed and wrapping myself inside the covers. I’m all alone.
“He started to move energy, and he started to pick up on things that I had never told him or anyone, and as he was feeling into my energy it started to get me to believe. As he started healing in my heart, he told me ‘You have a very heavy heart, so much sadness, You’ve been forgiving, but you still need to let go of forgiveness. You’re still holding onto it.’ And he asked me to call out the names of the people that I needed to forgive….” -Josephina Bashout
He taught me the ways and I soon learned the knots we hold in our body are correlated with our mental blocks. These shadows are hiding things and some things were revealed and I only become more progressively conscious as the year went on.
I miss you every single day. I miss your touch, I miss our connection, I miss your smell. I miss everything. I know that you never meant to hurt me.
Heart won’t dismiss
Heart won’t forgive
I’ll burn this bed
Fire, release my pain
Fire, release my love
I held her closely, just glad she was alive. She cried into my shirt, and I whispered sweet nothings to her until her ride came. Her step mother arrived 10 minutes later, followed by the friends who drove me. It hurt to see her go home, but I was glad she was alive.
If you asked her to tell the story, she would exaggerate it into something silly and less romantic. She would remember things oddly, and wasn’t sentimental. Years later, she and I would break up. She would lie to me, break my trust, betray me, and ultimately cheat on me. In the end, I wasn’t far enough along in my life for her needs.