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(via solacity)

I will never not reblog this

I can’t say I love you anymore… I can’t say it not because it’s not true but because it’s a meaningless thing to say in comparison with what I feel. Yes, you are right. I do not love you. I am consumed with you. I’m consumed with every little part of you. Every touch. Every look. Every whisper. Every thought of you. Every single word you say. Everything it’s about you and everything it’s for you. I’m yours now and always. Even if I won’t admit it every time. My mind has become a long lost home of the thought of your love and your actions, my heart is a shelter for your name and for your soul that had become the tresure of my self, caging my spirit in a consuming love. I’m no longer myself, I’m a slave of a love I don’t know if I can bare. The sun shines up in the sky but its rises no longer brighten my day because the only star lightening my life has become your person. Your smile is a sweet prison of bittersweet lies I’m dying to hear just so I can resist another day without your present after you’ve gone away. And oh, my darling, you don’t even want to know, you cannot understand the awful feelings and the suffering I have to bare in your absence. It’s consuming. So forgive me if I’m clingy. Forgive me if I’m just too much to deal with or if I don’t understand your sudden need of loneliness. Forgive me because I’ve irreversibly fallen in a consuming love with you and I cannot do anything to help myself.

Once you and you significant other have ventured into the lifestyle, you may find that things between the 2 of you are significantly better than previously. Almost like you are dating again, or in that honeymoon stage. But there may become a time when a skeleton falls out of the closet. Whether it’s accidental or intentional, you can’t allow that skeleton to push your relationship back to where it was previously. Don’t let it ruin what you two have. And don’t dig farther into it. I say this because I recently learned something about our past, and as much as I wanted to scream and yell, I had to remind myself that what we have is beautiful. It took me a cpl days to shake everything off, but I believe I am ok now. I still love her, I don’t look at her any different. I would (and have) do anything to protect this woman. Her happiness had always come before mine. Her smile is my smile. Her tears are my tears. So if you find yourself in a similar situation, talk it out. Remind eachother what you have now. Eachother. The past is the past, don’t dwell in it. Leave it where it belongs, behind you.