The One Secret To Long Lasting Love Is This

As per me, It may not be the only secret. However, It is the strongest one!

Thought Catalog

From a young age I knew on some level that my purpose was to be a conduit of love. Giving to others wholeheartedly and not expecting anything in return was my normal mode of operation. In fact, I grew up as a little adult rather than a child; it was attributed to my independent nature but also my upbringing at home. I related more to my parents, grandparents, and family friends then my peers. With all the love I received from them, I felt safe and secure. However, I was often in the position of being the rock and source of stability for my loved ones. Friends, classmates, colleagues, and even complete strangers have always reflected back to me similar sentiments, “Marisa, do you know that you are all love?”

After two long term relationships with good men who were both incredibly different from each other, I experienced both flips…

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Never to Return.

I seen the missed calls and thought how much she must have grumbled

How with the numbers her delicate fingers must have fumbled

The pretty glow on her face would have been a tint of pink

The scolding I would now get I dare not think!

As much as I dreaded the talk that would then follow

I wanted to hear my girl’ sweet Hello!

The call went dead away from reach

I grew anxious, with what my girl would now preach.

The anxiety grew, with every passing hour

I shouldn’t have let me girl go alone so far

Hours went through and my phone didn’t ring

I knew not calling, was not her thing!

The night was quiet, way past midnight

My buzzing phone woke me up with a fright

A friend on the other end was sobbing bad

The news that followed was worse than sad

My girl was hurt, hurt real bad

I ran out with all the strength I ever had

The drive was long, the road was damp ;

I was getting pulled into my sorrow like a swamp

The sight ahead was blinking blue and red

The sirens, paramedics and the scene looked worse than the friend had said.

Lay on the stretcher , the love of my life,

Someday I would have loved her to be my wife

Her voice was feeble, her breath was low ;

I wished the time , would now run slow

As much as it hurt, she did scold;

While I could only hug and hold

” You missed my calls love, I did want to speak”

She had a pale smile through her hurt; her loving voice now creaked

I held her close and cradled her face- My baby should know, beside me is her place!

I kissed her forehead for long while my heart hastily broke

The wind was gnashing my wounds open with each stroke

This Girl , her smile and her crazy sense of humor

Time zoomed passed my eyes, every scene,her every little baby talk, her angry gibberish murmur

Her annoyance when I irritated

Her cold stare when I knowingly flirted

Her wanting me to praise her every morning

Her wanting to say ‘I love you’ after every call

To bring all this back today, I would give my all

Give my all and a lot more! Lord, please get my girl back like before…..

She breathed her last in my arms, I cried out loud, blamed the Almighty in my anguish, How can on his child he be so hard?

My Girl is gone, so is the Love I ever had!

I had a girl and her love once and now it is all gone

I never believed in heaven before, but now I know there is one!

If you can still hold your girl in your arms, believe me , you are one of the lucky few

My Girl, breathed her last through her eyes, For her lips were still whispering, Babe, I love you!