The Onyx

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What I want you to know about me...

Movies, Dining Out, Cooking, Long Walks, Holding Hands, Simplicity. I enjoy the little things as well as the profound.


I'm just a girl. I'm complicated yet at the same time so simply *me*. I write to release the emotions I can't express otherwise. I'm not the best writer... but I'm not aspiring to be, I'm just sharing my thoughts as I walk this path of life that is uniquely and unmistakeably mine.

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It rises and falls in unison with the very breath...
you effortlessly take away.

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No one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE.

Sometimes we show our love by just keeping quiet and not saying a word, at other times by speaking out, even brusquely. We show our love sometimes by impulsiveness. Many times we have to show our love by forgiving someone who has not listened to the love we have tried to express.

The problem in listening for love is that we don't always understand the language of love which the other person is using. A girl may use tears or emotions to say what she wants to say, and her boyfriend may not understand her because he expects her to be talking his language and vice versa. Thus, we have to force ourselves to really listen for love.

The problem with our world is that people rarely listen to each other. They hear the words, but they don't listen to the actions that accompany the words or the expression on the face. Or people listen only for rejection or misunderstanding. They do not see the love that is there just beneath the surface, even if the words are angry. We have to listen for love in those around us.

If we listen intently we will discover that we are a lot more loved than we realize. Listen for love and we will find that the world is a very loving place, after all. (Author Unknown).

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

''I brought you some flours.'' ...Harold Crick (Stranger Than Fiction)

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