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 Δεν είπα τίποτα για εσένα σήμερα.

Τίποτα απολύτως. 

Με άκουσες να λέω κάτι; 

Οτιδήποτε; 

Αποκλείεται.

Κουβέντα δεν άρθρωσα για τ'ονομά σου... 

Όμως σε σκέφτηκα. 

Είναι εντάξει αυτό ...; 

Ποιος ξέρει... 

Μάλλον είναι αδιάφορο. 

Σε σκέφτηκα ακουμπισμένο στο παράθυρο να κοιτάζεις τη χρυσή θάλασσα 

Μέσα η ζωή σου να τρέχει 

Γεμάτη από αυτά που επιλέγεις 

Κι εσύ να κάνεις μια μικρή παύση 

Μόνο δική σου 

Έτσι, για να επιστρέψεις στη στιγμή 

Για λίγα μόνο λεπτά 

Δεν ξέρω τι μπορεί να σκέφτηκες καθώς κοίταζες τη θάλασσα 

Μα ελπίζω να ήταν όμορφο. 

Something Blue

 Grief is hard. It is relentless And exhausting, 

And a constant reminder Of the void in our lives. Grief is painful. A physical pain

Within our chest, Reminding us That our hearts have splintered. Grief is exhausting. It takes everything To keep going. Day after day, To live for our loved ones. 

Grief is isolating.

We feel alone,

As if no one understands. 

As if we are drowning,

And no one notices 

That we don’t know how to swim. 

Grief is scary. 

The thoughts in our heads

Get dark and real. 

They tell us “just let go,”

As if no one would care

If we slipped away. 

But we are not alone. 

So many others know this pain,

They feel this void, too. 

So say their name. 

Tell the stories 

Of those you’ve lost. 

Tell me about your person,

And smile at the good memories.

Cry for their absence,

You are safe to grieve here. 

We are not alone. 

We are not alone.  

We are not 

Alone.

Source - Facebook

Something Beautiful

 Touch her like she has never been touched before,

not in urgency, but in reverence,

like the first bloom of spring after a long winter—

delicate, deliberate, divine.

Not because she is fragile,

but because her strength deserves tender worship,

because the weight she carries has too often been met

with hands that sought to take,

never to honor.

Touch her with your words first,

let them spill like poetry she’s never heard—

words that see her not as a conquest,

but as a constellation of moments,

each one worth the wonder of discovery.

Speak as if your voice were silk on her skin,

each syllable a caress of understanding,

each sentence a promise

to hold, not break.

Touch her with your eyes next—

let them linger, not just on the curve of her body,

but on the way her laughter dances in the air,

on the fire in her gaze

that she hides behind shields of silence.

Let your look say what hands could never convey,

a gaze that says: I see you.

Not what you’ve been told to be,

but who you are when no one is looking.

And when your hands find her skin,

make every touch an offering—

a prayer whispered without words.

Let it be slow,

like the way the ocean touches the shore,

carrying pieces of eternity in its tide.

Let it be soft,

not because you fear her breaking,

but because she deserves a touch

that knows the language of grace.

Touch her with passion, yes—

but not the fleeting kind that burns out too quickly.

Let it be a slow ember,

a heat that simmers and builds

until it consumes everything false between you.

Let her feel not just your desire,

but your devotion,

your awe,

your willingness to touch not just her skin

but the soul she hides beneath it.

Touch her with your time,

for nothing speaks louder than the moments you offer,

unrushed, unmeasured, unbroken.

In a world that demands everything,

give her the gift of your presence,

whole and undivided.

Let her feel the weight of your patience,

the way you linger in her stories,

not just to listen,

but to understand the spaces between her words,

the quiet she fills with meaning unspoken.

Touch her with the hours you surrender,

not as if they are a debt to be paid,

but a treasure willingly spent,

each second an act of devotion,

each minute a reminder that she is worth

the things you cannot reclaim.

Give her not the leftovers of your day,

but the fullness of your focus,

the kind that makes her believe

time has paused just for her.

Be there in the stillness,

be there in the rush,

be there when the world feels too loud

and she needs a sanctuary.

For the clock will keep turning,

and the days will keep slipping away—

but when you touch her with your time,

you leave behind a memory,

a mark of love she can carry,

a forever carved into fleeting moments.

Touch her with your time,

and show her that she is not just a passing thought,

but the very reason

you stop.

For she has been touched a thousand ways before—

by hands that rushed,

by words that fell empty,

by hearts that did not stay.

Be the touch she remembers not because it was fleeting,

but because it was true.

Touch her like she has never been touched before,

like the first drops of rain on parched earth,

like light breaking through an endless night.

Touch her,

and leave her feeling not just wanted—

but known,

treasured,

free.

- Larson Langston

Source - Facebook 

Something True

 "My best friend once asked me,

“How can you tell if a person genuinely loves you?”

I replied,

“Maybe you just feel it. Maybe through the effort they put in your bond”

He said,

“Time. You know that a person loves you by how much time they give you.

When a person decides to sit and see you cry for hours rather than being somewhere else.

The phone calls,

The long conversations, 

The texts.

No one would voluntarily invest their time in you over and over if they didn’t genuinely love you.”

And that has been one of my major standards for love ever since." 

— Alya Omran

Artwork via Pinterest

Source - Facebook 

Something True

 

If a man is lacking clear intention, vision, active dedication and integrity he does not deserve the pureness of a woman's love in its totality and he would probably be unable to see, understand it or receive it, even if it was given to him freely despite his own conditioning. (Also known as the unconditional kind, by the way.) 

Source - Facebook 

Something True

 One day, you’ll realize that the same person cannot be found twice in life. Not everyone is replaceable. Be careful with the hearts you touch, and even more so with the ones you wound.

In today’s fast-moving world, we’ve become accustomed to thinking that everyone and everything is temporary. We glorify the idea of “moving on,” believing there’s always something better waiting just around the corner. But some connections are once-in-a-lifetime. Their essence, their understanding, the way they made you feel seen and valued—these cannot be replicated, no matter how many new people you meet. Losing such a person isn’t just losing a relationship; it’s losing a piece of yourself that only they could bring to life.

We often hurt the ones who matter most, sometimes unknowingly, sometimes out of our own fears or pride. It’s easy to forget the weight of our actions or the permanence of our words when caught in the heat of the moment. We assume they’ll always be there, that there will always be time to fix things. But the harsh reality is that time isn’t always a healer, and second chances aren’t guaranteed. The person you once hurt might be the one person who understood you best. And when they’re gone, the emptiness they leave behind can be unbearable.

Not everyone waits for apologies. Not everyone gives endless chances. Some people will walk away quietly, carrying their hurt with them, and you’ll only realize what you lost when it’s too late. You’ll search for their presence in others, but no one else will shine quite the same. Their laughter, their love, their unique magic will remain unmatched.

Be mindful of the way you treat those who mean the most to you. The careless moments—harsh words, neglect, or indifference—can create wounds that never fully heal. A single moment of thoughtlessness can sever a connection that took years to build. Relationships, like glass, can shatter when handled carelessly, and no amount of regret can restore them to their original form.

Cherish those who bring light into your life. Speak with kindness, act with intention, and show gratitude while they’re still within reach. Love deeply and authentically, knowing that the rarest connections are also the most fragile. Once gone, they may never return, and no substitute will ever fill the space they leave behind. Be careful who you hurt. Some souls, some bonds, are irreplaceable.

Source - Facebook 

Something Nice

Eventually, you will meet a man who is tired of games, just like you. 

His loyalty will be as great as yours, and he will appreciate the love and honesty that you bring to the relationship. 

No more second-guessing, no more doubts and no more drama, but instead you'll have someone who is ready for something real — the kind of person who values you, respects you, and puts in the same effort as you.

 When you meet that man, you'll feel that all the things you went through, everything that was so painful for you, it was all worth it. 

Just remain a little patient, and allow the one to come to you.

🙏

Class dismissed 🥂

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