Having been through an era of loathing men and loving Jahan Sikander (who btw is a terrible red flag but that’s another story), I’ve realized that in order to love, you have to love the messy parts. It’s not always going to be happy good mornings and 12am cuddles. Sometimes, you’d go weeks into ugly fights where you hate each other. That’s where it gets tricky. You can’t have perfect, we carry our insecurities, our past, our scars, our worst shades into an intimate relationship. Perfection, then, is someone loving you through the uglies. That’s it. That’s all. Just someone who is in it for the happy days and the sad. Someone who’d rather stay up with you till 3am trying to fix the mess than run to find peace elsewhere. That’s where novels ruined reality for us.
“It isn't easy being in love with you and not being able to see you. There are moments when l'd give anything just to be able to gaze into your eyes or rest my head on your shoulder, even if just for a few minutes. I always feel incomplete, like a part of me is missing, when you're not here. I know that right now this is how things have to be, but that doesn't make it any easier to bear. Everyday without you reminds me of all the happiness you add in my life. Happiness that l'm missing. So don't forget that I'm thinking of you and that I'm counting every minute until I can laugh with you. Again.”
Asalamu Alaikum Aden, every now and then I always stumble upon your answers. It's always refreshing to see a unique profile. Yours is like a book, full of thoughts. Some understable but some that makes you ponder even more. You've earned a fan.
P.S. That is one elegant name.
My heart has been so abnormally happy and at peace for so long now, I don't remember ever feeling this content within. I could be randomly reading a book and feeling a rush of euphoria just because it's that beautiful, or watching a movie, or laughing with a friend, or just sitting by myself. Life has never been more kind and every time I think of that, I am reminded of, "Ay Ibn e Adam, aik teri chaahat hai, aik meri chaahat hai. Hoga tou wohi jo meri chaahat hai." When you submit yourself to the will of God in His love, trusting His love for you, he lays the universe at your feet. ✨
No matter how shattered you look at yourself, someone always finds a home in you. You might see yourself as a mess and an aftermath of a chaos, but know that someone on the crowd still finds serenity and calmness in this chaotic world, because you exist; that's how powerful your presence is. 🌻 —Ren Ednalig This is one of my favorite scenes from one of my most favorite movies. I have always seen love just this easy, homely and warm. Either it's not difficult, or it isn't love.
“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense." - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. There's really nothing like the pleasure of being on your own - “far from the madding crowd”. I find people so irrelevantly noisy and loud. Silence is beautiful. So calm. So peaceful.
As you stroll by,
The dead woods bloom again,
The air is on its verge to move again,
The existence feels it's worth again,
I wanna roll and hold on to you again,
Always and forever.
This is beautiful. ♥️ Here’s some more beautiful. “But he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.”
“I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
I don’t mean this to come out as a cry, I carry my scars with pride. But I just think that we talk way more about happiness and success than we talk about pain and struggles. That is why social media is toxic. Everything looks so perfect. Nobody uploads a picture of a bad day.So, here's one. I'm strong today, incandescently happy, self sufficient, with an undying faith in myself and God - but behind this is years of trauma, a heart that had to break so many times that it forgot what feeling anything felt like, I have been numb for years, nights when I couldn't scream the pain out no matter how much I tried. I picked myself up from a dump of broken dreams and losses that were too heavy a burden for my tired soul, but I did. Somehow, I did. And I will, every time I have to. For myself. And for everyone out there who needs to know that they can do it. Life is a tough storm - but you are tougher. Hold on to that. Someday, you will love yourself for it.