love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
An Open Letter To My Future Self.
Dear Future Self, I just want to start this letter off by saying that I hope you find peace. I hope you finally find the love you deserve. I hope you get the tiny house you were dreaming of. I hope you have a yard full of dogs and cats. I hope you have a vegetable garden and plenty of peace. I hope you finally find healing after years of hurt. I hope you finally learn to love yourself and I hope you continue to share your story in hopes of helping others. I hope you can finally find peace in your heart after years of being at war. I hope you continue to stay sober. You're doing so well with that and I'm beyond proud of you for that. I hope you understand that all the pain you went through was adding to your story, which in turn will help people. I hope you learn to trust people again and don't hate men anymore. I hope you can let go of all your past pain and smile for real. I hope you can feel light in your heart and soul. I hope you can form genuine friendships and maybe fall in love? I hope you can finally feel beautiful after years of feeling ugly. I hope you have the beautiful life you deserve. You've been through alot and some of it was for all intense and purposes probably meant to tear you apart. But it didn't, it made you stronger. It showed you who you really are. It showed you what you deserve and what you don't. It showed you what you truly need from a relationship or a friendship. I hope you know that you are worth it after all the years of thinking otherwise. I hope you realized that not everyone hates you or is out to hurt you. I hope you realized that their are in fact good people out there. I hope you can someday pat yourself on the back for how much you got through in one piece. I hope you can someday smile when telling your story instead of feeling pain and suffering. I hope you can finally have peace in your heart and soul. I hope you can forgive yourself for all the mistakes you made and I hope you can forgive others. I hope you can trust yourself as well as others. I hope you can learn to let your gaurd down to the right people. I hope you can find the kind of love that would sweep you off your feet and make you so happy you can't breathe. I hope you finally fall in love for real. I hope you find someone you can trust and who will love you forever and so genuinely that it will take your breath away. I hope that you can go into this knowing they won't hurt you. I hope you can finally feel safe with someone and know they will protect you. I hope you finally settle with someone and relax for once. I hope that once you find this person all your anxiety will go away and you won't want to push them away. I hope you find happiness with your life and the tiny house, dogs/cats and your husband or wife is all you ever wanted. I hope your company continues growing and you can help others do the same. I hope you can finally do something you've been wanting to do for years on end but never had the right person to do it with. I hope you can sleep.
By Amanda Nicole3 years ago in Humans
The Story of Mother's Love
He lives with her in a ramshackle house. The house leaks when it rains, so a plastic basin with a rotten edge is placed under the loophole all year round. But he did not compete, every day in the Internet cafe. Once, she saw him go into an Internet cafe with a girl. He came home late very late and saw a tired face, but still waiting for him. Her face bore the marks of tears that had not yet dried. He walked past her and she got up and "slapped!" He turned around and looked at her with astonishment, but she turned around with determination, picked up her coat, and slammed the door heavily. The next morning, he went out and saw her sitting outside the door asleep on a cardboard box, next to a large cardboard box filled with used Kleenex. Her hair had traces of last night's rain, the flush bangs, because of the rush of rain, made a wisp. He raised his hand, dried her face, and helped her into the house. He found that her head was particularly hot, yes, she had been rained on overnight and had a fever. He gave her the medicine, and when he went to touch her head again, she slapped him down: "Get back to school!" He looked at her, "Oh." Hearing his answer, she turned away and stopped looking at him. He went to school and sat down in front of the amazed eyes of his teachers and classmates. However, he didn't listen to the class but slept through the day in class. The teacher didn't hold much hope for him, to be precise, it was a surprise that he came to school. The students didn't bother to call him, he didn't come to school often and they didn't know him. He came home from school and found a lot of good food on the table, and some meat. It wasn't much, but it was good enough for him. But then he wondered why. She came up to him: "Good day, cheers later!" She kept smiling during the meal and pushed the meat into his bowl. He froze. From that moment on, he vowed not to let her down. Slowly, he began to study hard for her amidst the astonished and incredulous eyes of his teachers and classmates. But he is not a god, he is just an ordinary person, fallen behind in so many courses, how can it be so easy to make up? Other students would hire tutors to make up for it, but his family environment does not allow it! His classmates were very distant from him, and his teachers sometimes just smiled at him. So he was tired and didn't want to fight. But when he came home and saw the look on her face as she smiled and pinned food for him, he was swayed. Next, he kept reading like this throughout the semester. After school started, he noticed that his teacher was treating him better and giving him extra lessons every day after school. He didn't know why, and from the teacher's mouth, he learned that it was she who had spoken to him about his situation. Later on, he became a successful man. When he was at every party, every time people asked him about his. Success method. He would always smile and touch the one next to him with her flowery white hair: "Because of her, that's why I'm successful." And the woman next to him just giggled and handed him a glass of water with her shaking hands. Yes, she was his mother and he was her son. He would always have an extraordinary relationship with her, a relationship that he could never shake off. It is because she is his mother, he is her son, so in her old age with Alzheimer's, also still do not forget to give him belong to their own - mother's love. He and she, he is the son, she is the mother.
By Martil Guevara 3 years ago in Humans
