hi,how r u? i wrote a book and need some help. could u send me your email .my email is 'mohamadtaha24@gmail.com"
thanks

“They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them. Love is recognizing all the fears and insecurities, and knowing your role is to comfort. Love is working through all the challenges and painful times. Infatuation is fragile and will shatter when life is not perfect. Love is strong and it strengthens because it is real.”

your writing on rain is very sensuous; I can feel it on my skin, my faced and hair. Wonderful
wildgoose

Warm tears mixing with cool rain,
Soothing rain, slowly taking away her pain.
Look at her past, floating grimly in her eyes,
Regrets, dead wishes, lost hope and wrong choice,
Hair swaying in the silent breeze,
Like dry leaves swishing on the trees,
Memories of her first love dripped down her eyes with this tear,
And with this one, memories of the heartbreak, the emptiness, the fear,
Rain, splashing her face, washing away the stain,
Warm tears mixing with cool rain,
Soothing rain, slowly taking away her pain.
Rain, now a torrential downpour,
Tried slackening her speed, but she, like a hard-bitten folk, surviving every rigor,
Running briskly, she stopped under a tree,
Let her lips part, stretched out her hands free,
The rain...The hauntingly beautiful rain,
Showering the path, sliding down the lane,
Warm tears mixing with cool rain,
Soothing rain, slowly taking away her pain.
Rain, now a mere drizzle, ceasing her grizzle,
And her hair, soaked with drops, curling like crisp frizzle,
Her eyes, as clear as the sky after a summer shower,
She smiled and let her lips curve like the petals of that flower,
Leaving behind her past, the feelings of hollowness, shame and disdain,
Warm tears mixing with cool rain,
Soothing rain, slowly taking away her pain...

U, u, u.... Look so cute...

"We cling to these memories,
while they poison the mind
with all that has disappeared
for quite some time.
Moments spent reminiscing
of the little details,
because we know they mean the most.
Working hard to store them away
in a corner of our minds,
saved for a rainy day
along our life's coast.
The faces will began to fade
after a while,
yearning feelings float to the surface,
one's left unsatisfied...
leaving us here, but always somewhere else. <3

"Heartbreak isn’t beautiful.
It isn’t fucking poetry, it’s not staying up ‘til 4 AM listening to sad songs.
It’s breaking down in the middle of a busy street.
It’s seeing their face in all the people you pass by.
It’s feeling okay for weeks at a time and then all of a sudden, you feel the ghost of their lips on your neck and their nails on your back and then you’re choking on memories of their presence.
It’s waking up from dreams of them coming back and screaming in the middle of the night because your chest aches like a rotting tooth.
Stop romanticizing pain. Stop using people like they’re objects. A heart isn’t a cigarette - you can’t just light it up and then stomp it out when you’re done. Don’t act like anything about heartbreak is beautiful, because I wouldn’t wish that feeling upon my worst of enemies."

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