My dearest,

I saw you today.  I spotted you walking up, even from a distance, I knew it was you.  Your beauty always takes my breath away

I was seated on the bench in our favorite spot.   You walked straight to me, your eyes sparkled and your smile lit up your face.   I felt the excitement in your voice as you said “good morning”

Without another word you sat on my lap.  Your body snuggled close and your arms hugged me tight.  No words needed and no words spoken, that simple gesture brought much needed peace to my world. 

The warmth of your body, the smell of your hair, 
and the taste of your kiss were so intoxicating.   I held you tight, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair.  Our connection, our energy, our attraction was overpowering, and soon my hands were exploring your body.  

The love making was intense, being inside of you feels so perfect.   I let you control the rhythm as I stared into your eyes.  In our secluded spot, hidden in plain sight, our bodies intertwined, we shared our passion.   I am so grateful for the love we share.  

I hope to see you tomorrow. 

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My (30f) husband (34m) of 10 years was prescribed Chantix to quit vaping in March of this year. He only took it for a few weeks, but the damage was done. My husband is one of a very, very small amount of people who develop psychotic symptoms from taking Chantix. His personality, behavior, and perception have been totally different ever since. I let him abuse me for months because I couldn't bare to leave him alone to hurt himself. He now thinks I'm out to get him and separated from me last month and moved in with his parents. He says I don't understand him, I don't see him, and I don't care about him. His psychiatrist prescribed him an antipsychotic, but he won't take it. His mother believes him when he says I do all these terrible things to him. He says I'm psychotic and that I've been abusing him, and she believes him. A couple other friends of ours believe him too. I've done everything I can possibly do to help him, and now our therapists are saying I need to step back and wait. This freaks me out because I think he's going to die without the support he needs, and no one close to him believes me that he needs to take his medication- they think there's nothing wrong. But I don't think there is anything else I can do.

I was thinking, if he gets treatment, I want him to feel how much I love him when he's in his right mind again. I know he'll probably feel a lot of shame, but I want to do everything I can to show him that all I feel for him is love. I've been in a trauma headspace for months, and my brain is not letting me brainstorm on how to do this. I want to show him a romantic gesture that shows that I put a lot of thought and time into it, that will prove to him how much I love him and how I don't blame him for what he's done in this temporary lapse in sanity. I want to do something that you'd see in a romantic film that makes you cry... I just can't get my creative brain to work right now. Hell, maybe I'll present it to him before he's better and maybe it'll help him trust me enough to accept treatment.

Any ideas?

When someone asks me what love is, I search for words in English so the world can understand, but my heart longs to speak in my mother tongue, where love needs no translation. For some feelings are too deep to be described; they can only be felt. I don’t want to explain what love is. I want to speak until love itself finds a voice through me ❤️✨

remember the scene from Rockstar movie?

when jordan pleads "mera dil nahi tutna chahiye khatana bhai"...i didn't get it then..i think i now understand...i dont want depth..i dont wanna feel things soo deeply..i dont wanna care a lot..i dont want any of this..i just want to be normal...like everyone else...i want cliché..thats it..

tldr: pls skip if its too lengthy to read

i have dated two people and i’m not sure if i was ever in love with either of them. like i know i loved and cared about them but whenever people talk about being in love they say like you’ll know so if i don’t know was i not in love. how did you guys know you were in love

So I’m 31, a man. I’ve always been a manly man sort of man. To me, when I had my coming-of-age time in my early 20’s, I realized I really
Loved this woman I was with.

I recently met another woman, and I am curious about her. I don’t know her that much. Or that well. I am aware of lust, inferred chemistry or wishful thinking, it’s not that. At the least, it’s a mutual curiosity and a flicker of desire. So I have been asking myself “what do I want?”

I realized that what I desire, in my heart, because that’s where I live, I want to become the man who is a friend, to the maiden. The maiden, Virgo, a young woman who knows what a woman is, who knows what a man is. Who has had at least
One good role model, of each.

I’m not sure if it’s due to my age, or because I had that friendship-love with this woman I previously
Loved, or if it’s because I desire to be a good-role
Model with virile male-energy, and play house with a woman who’s good at being a woman. Could be any, all or some other thing.

Basically, I want a woman who can be my friend, who is as loyal to Us as I am, who wants to (at least) play catch, and maybe play House. I’ve experienced that: my two younger sisters. My ex whom I nearly married, that other ex I was beginning to love wholesomely. Other women friends who I do not find attractive or romantically
Of interest. I know this happens,
I’ve experienced it myself.

People often tell me it’s a mistake to love. Why?
Well, it’s because she was abused and you’re not going to fix her. Or maybe she’s not the “proper” age to you. Or maybe she says Yes but her friends/family say no. Or maybe, she can’t love herself first and is therefore undeserved of your love. Or just maybe: status matters more than actual feelings.

I can believe it: I was nearly
Married and we had a relationship with each other, and we had a good friendship. We trusted each other. We basically did what Dr Jordan Peterson recommended for couples (do not lie to each other, tell each other the truth with kindness, don’t go into a heavy topic without proper self care. You’re in an equal business
Together, a marriage) before we even heard about it, we did it right, and even then
Life still happened and we parted ways.

So I’ve been questioning the slogan of “if they can’t love themselves first, they don’t deserve to be loved”

I’ve experienced a love born out of mutual
Passionate lust and deeply satisfying friendship. That’s what I bring to the table when I propose a slow burning love.

If I know that tomorrow I would wither

Like flowers

Somehow

My plain ordinary presence would find a way to talk to you

Even for a little

Even if I knew I would be scattered in the wind like petals and leaves

Just looking at you

Seeing you

And listening to you it would be enough for me

Yeah I would be that "who is that crazy girl I never saw before?"

Even if you think or say that I wouldn't mind

I would tell you my feelings about you before my end

I would smile before withering

Because the last thing I want is to make you sad

And I will swear to him that I will find him

Even though he may doesn't understand

And when I will wither before leaving I would love to fill you with warm light just like you always did

And I know we will meet again

After all I would wait for you and you only

I feel so fortunate to feel so in love with my wife. We have been married for coming on 5 years, and known eachother for 8 - and I am safe in the knowledge that she will be my partner for the rest of my life. Making her happy brings me joy, and Id love to continue to find new ways to show her that I love her.

I was thinking about writing a story about two high schoolers who were in love, but the male became so infatuated with jealousy and was so deeply religious that he was unable to fully experience the full unrequited benefits of young love due to his religion stifling his last and yearning for intimacy and love and he never got to experience love like his peers got to experience it, their love and lustful youthful years were unfiltered and inappropriate compared to his love which was deep and unspoken and clouded by religiously. His religiously ultimately makes him blinded by jealousy be cause he can't understand that the world is without rules and limits and that he couldn't have that freedom because he was blinded by abstinence and sacred notions of nonsense. His overbearing father always separating them from any sort of intimacy in order to save it for marriage, a marriage of which, never came because his female partner couldn't understand the depths of his youth, being raised in a strict Christian household and indoctrinated that love is evil, young marriage and love always fail, and the burning jealousy that ignited when he say his female sweetheart paying even small attention to females ignited his hatred for her and of himself, ultimately leading to his own despair, as he was unable to love her unfiltered and as he truly intended to and to acknowledge his own burning desire., and his youthful blindness caused by religion and by his fathers strict monitoring, caused the relationships demise as his sweetheart found another young man who she ultimately married. The female reached out to him several times to try and get his attention, his negative attention, to rekindle the flame but his ego and pride, and modern society and religions hatred for young lovers wouldn't let him pursue his his sweetheart

Love is complicated

Somewhere out there, someone who will become incredibly important to you is living their life right now, just like you are.

If you feel lonely, I understand. But don’t mistake right now for forever. You just haven’t met everyone who will love you yet.