Posts tagged love
Posts tagged love
Some people think that they’re not beautiful. As a matter of fact, most people think that they’re not beautiful. And a strange thing is, the most beautiful people in the world think they’re not beautiful.
We have to know that the creator made us all different. Down to the tips of our fingers, we are an individual identity. Don’t compare your legs, or the straightness or curliness of your hair, or the color of your skin, or your smartness with somebody else’s. You are the best YOU in the creation.
If the creator creates a thousand people, none are like you. The creator says I have not created men or jinn except for my worship, and the creator says I have created everything in pairs.
Your mate has already been created because you have been created. And if they haven’t been created, they will be on the scene before you change form. Be patient, and don’t accept second best. As soon as you accept second best as your life long partner, especially after you’ve consummated the relationship, you’ll know instantaneously that you’ve made a mistake. A lot of people live with that mistake till they die, pretending and faking happiness all along.
Don’t let anybody embarrass you out of being yourself. If you don’t feel like its time for you to get married now, don’t get married for anybody. And if you feel that its time to get married, marry now in spite of what anybody says.
The human being is a creature that is made with the capacity and propensity to make mistakes, and you’re going to make them. That’s part of being human. But its better to make your mistakes, than someone else’s when they give you advice that’s inappropriate.
It took me a long time to learn to live with me. If people want to be bothered with me, I can be bothered with them. If no one wants to be bothered with me, I can be content and happy by myself. I’m not going to force any relationship just because I am alone.
You may find in the future that the best time you may have, or you may have had, even though you’re grown, or think you’re grown, is the time that you had alone.
I love you because the whole universe conspires to help me find you.
I was 21 years old and I fell in love for the first time. She was 16 and so I wanted to do everything correct and above board. I went to her mother and father and asked for her hand in marriage, but it was only one slight problem in the whole endeveour, she was already pregnant.
She had told me that a friend of hers had forced her into sex and that’s how she had gotten pregnant. She also told me that she had tried to commit suicide by taking some pain pills that did nothing but made her sleep. Since this was my first love, I wanted to get a validation from my parents so I went to my parents and said, “Uhhh, Im in love with the girl down the street.”
When I gave her name, my mother said, “she’s a ho.” This is when the pain first started. I didn’t want to accept it but I always kept it in the back of my mind. So as I pursued marrying my first love, her parents’ only request was that she finish her education.
I bought her books and clothes, taught her how to drive and let her drive my car to school, and she was very popular because of all of this. I purchased a brand new home out in the burbs with new furniture, and I never thought that this would ever be a problem for anybody. I thought every parent would love a successful life for their daughter.
When her mother started seeing the things I was preparing for her, her mother got jealous. Instead of being supportive, she began to work to break our relationship up. Everytime I would come to the house, the mother would put the daughter to work and cuss at her and do mean things to her. Then one day, she told me I couldn’t see her daughter anymore. She wanted her daughter to see other people closer to her age. I was in extreme pain because I didn’t want to fight the family or say anything against the mother, because I wanted to marry the daughter. The pain increased until it became unbearable. The mother would only allow the young lady to go out with her friends who were not good for her. She would allow the young lady to sleep over at her girlfriends’ house - who had a brother.
The pain increased. It came to the point where I was getting ulcers, confused state of mind, and I had to make the decision of pursuing the relationship or breaking it off. When the pain became so intense, for my own health’s sake I had to break the relationship off.
Eventually she married her girlfriend’s brother, who loved to smoke weed. They got married and one week after they got married, he lost his job, and never got a job again as long as they were married. I still loved her, but I knew we could probably never be together. Her new husband introduced her to alcohol, cocaine, heroine, prostitution, boosting, and other perversions. I continued to love her because I couldn’t stop loving her.
I even married my first wife in order to try to get her out of my mind, but it didn’t work, because my first wife knew I was still in love with my first love. More pain.
The pain actually didn’t stop, until my first love’s heart burst because of a drug overdose. My first love’s brother saw me in a supermarket and told me she had passed. A tear rolled down my face, and for the first time in many long years, I was free of the pain.
From that point on up until today, I know that my heart is not supposed to be given to anyone or anything, except god.