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I don't love you.* you said.
And my heart dropped down to hell.
The word played over again in my head,
and my tears began to spill.
Why are you yelling?
WHY ARE YOU YELLING?
YOU PROMISED YOU'D LOVE ME TOO.
I'm not yelling, you said; Just telling you the truth.
So is this what you meant,
when you promised with your arms?
When you laid down on  my chest and swore you'd never go too far?
Do you find joy in seeing the eyes you once claimed to have loved,
spill tears of broken glass and the secrets you promised of?
YOU'RE STILL YELLING.
EVERYTHING IS SO ******* LOUD.
Why would you ever say those things when you were just planning to let me down?
Have you noticed this is all questions,
cause you've made me question myself.
Every time I speak or move,
my head is filled with doubts.
Will I lose her, will she come home?
Will she be safe with me again?
I doubt it, it's quiet now.
They must have killed each other,
the voices in my head.
She's everything to me.
She's my light in the dark, my shelter from the rain, my warmth from everything that's cold in this world.
We fight.
A lot.
But through the frustration and the anger and sadness.. All I am ever thinking about is how much I love her.
How much she means to me.
All the moments that I've had with her;
hearing her heartbeat for the first time;
holding her while she cried, while she held my scars in her lovely hands;
watching her rest and seeing her smile so beautifully while she slept..
That makes it all worth it.
Everyday I see her,
Everyday I get to hug her for that one moment,
makes it all worth it.
There is so much I need to say to her.
So much that I wish I could explain so she could see what she is to me.
I can't ever lose her.
She must never go from me or leave me.
I couldn't handle life.
She is my life.
She is everything good and beautiful and  heavenly in this world.
She's my world, my everything.
And I will never leave her side.
I thank God everyday for her and ask that He keeps her happy and safe.
I hope she loves me forever.
Because I love every part of her.
My best friend.
Her.
M.

I love her forever..                         .
An old letter that slipped through my jewelry box. It's funny how things change over the years. I love my best friend with my whole heart, I've just learned about myself and my boundaries and limits. I am still as thankful as ever. Just for different reasons now.
My life.
My wife.
My wife.
My life.
I'm determine to make her happy anyway I can.
Its just an honor to be called her man.
This should be a legislative law for all marry men.
Who took the time to step into marriage?

My heart.
My love.
My love.
Is my heart.
Been that way since the start.

If she request.
I least try to get it for her.
If she never ask me.
I quickly profess in private or public the way I love her.

My wife.
My life.
There's not enough words to describe her.
Her undying love.
He faithfully support.

Yes, my wife.
Who just happens to be the star of my life?

It's a blessing to have that affection.
I give you a necklace, with is feel with so much sentimental feelings.
Except that don't represent, my love for you.
I give you a dream, not gave.
Sold it with truth of reality, of what I will do for you.
Except that don't represent, my admiration concerning you.

I can't begin to put in words or speak enough about my love.
You're my deepest fantasy.
You're my deepest love.
My inspiration like God above.


Yes, I'm confessing it.
Gonna keep on expressing it.
And you won't find me contesting it.
Let alone protest it.

Yes, I give you my love.
Its the only thing I want to give you constantly more of.
Cause you deserve so much more.

I'm so overjoyed to be the one you love.
For now and forever more.
Words, like I said can't express it.
Cause you deserve to feel it.

So every touch I give you.
Feel it.
Every kiss I give you.
Yes, feel it.
Everything I do.
Please feel it.
You deserve so much more.
We put this front of an image  before friends and others.
Trying to uphold an image about us.
A pretense of sought.
Knowing when pushed, we become very out spoken.

This is the real us.
Except for those that bites their tongues.
Afraid to hurt anyone.

A pretense like many church peoples.
That the first minute they get they out talking about everyone.

We see this in marriage or any relationship.
While knowing many times our out spoken side will create an argument.
Yes, this is us.

We know the personal creed taught to us in our youth.
If you can't say anything nice.
Then say nothing at all.

Yes, this is us.
The original pretenders.
Constantly being reprimanded by others.

While operating by a false impression.
Yes, this is us.
He,who loves,loves for real.
He truly cherish the one he call his woman.
He, who loves,loves deeply.

He realize the blessings he has been given.
He refuses to be tempted.

What many fails to see?
He see so easily.
What many fail into love?
He loves his lady love immensely.
There love is priceless.

Ask the one?
Who is referred to, as He who loves?
i'm dreaming of big things
im dreaming of experiencing things with someone in which I care deeply
someone in which I love freely.
not easily
but truly.
i'm dreaming of an indie movie
those scenes where a catchy track is playing
and they're blissfully ignorant to the world
yet so desperately in tune
so deeply holding on
to that moment in time
when not everything was okay
but it felt it
when not everything was fine
but it didn't matter
those moments where you're so close to heaven
you can feel yourself falling.

I don't live for these moments
these moments live for me
so I can remember that heaven
is with you and me.
whoever you are
whoever you may be.
 Dec 2013 Diab did
Micheal Wolf
Being silent doesn't mean I cannot speak
Not talking because I don't have the words is not being willfully ignorant
For if one doesn't understand my silence
My words would be harder to explain
Depression is a deep emotion
Like a weight that is strapped to you
Sometimes light in mass
Sometimes heavy
So so heavy even breathing hurts
Speech imposible and a hug could, even meant well,
Simply break you
An outpouring of emotion to you can be to much to absorb, almost destructive
Your ability to feel dampened, lost
Yet unseen no matter how you battle
That is what some carry
A load they can't shed
So silently they exist.
A harsh sad reality for many
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