The Evil Called Love

Are you smitten with a Sagittarius girl and wondering what makes her tick? Look no further! Here are three awesome habits that define her vibrant personality. 1. The Eternal Optimist and Prankster Meet the eternal optimist – the Sagittarius girl. She's the perpetual ray of sunshine in your life, always seeing the bright side of things. When you're with her, you'll feel like a champion because she believes in you wholeheartedly. But there's more to her than just optimism; she's also the life of the party. Take her to a rowdy gathering, and she'll fit right in. Her playful sense of humor is a breath of fresh air, and she won't be easily offended by pranks. With her around, you can expect non-stop laughter and endless fun. 2. Balancing Career and Love Sometimes, her career may take precedence, but rest assured, she believes you'll understand. Her boundless exuberance and infectious excitement spill over into every aspect of her life. Even if you happen to p

Kissing, the sweet gateway to romance, holds incredible power in the world of relationships. Whether it's igniting the flames of passion or expressing your affection, a well-executed kiss can work wonders. If you're new to the enchanting realm of smooching, fret not! Here are three essential kissing tips for beginners that will help you embark on your kissing journey with confidence.   1. The Soft Pucker: A Gentle Introduction to Kissing  Imagine you're sending a warm hello or a heartfelt goodbye. Gently press your lips together and softly push outward, using the muscles around your lips, not your lip muscles. This ensures your lips remain soft and inviting, not overly puckered. Let the kiss linger until both you and your partner feel the urge to part your lips and let your tongues join in the conversation.   This is your warm-up kiss, perfect for replacing hellos and goodbyes. While it may leave both of you tingling, it's just the beginning. To take it further, conside

My man puts me on a pedestal, and I let him.  It's not about pride or arrogance; it's about knowing that he truly sees me. In his eyes, I am something special, something worth admiring.  I can't help but feel a warmth spread through me every time I see that look in his eyes. You know, it's easy to be skeptical in this world, to doubt the sincerity of someone's admiration. But with him, it's different.  It's in the little things, the way he listens when I speak, the way he surprises me with my favorite coffee on a rainy morning, the way he holds my hand as if it's the most precious thing in the world. It's in those moments that I know he genuinely admires me. And I get comfortable on that pedestal.  Not in a way that makes me complacent or takes his admiration for granted, but in a way that makes me want to be the best version of myself.  I want to live up to the image he sees in me, to be deserving of that admiration. Sometimes, I look at myself in t

He's like an anchor, grounding me, but in the most liberating way.  It's as if he's whispering, "You're allowed to exist. Fully, completely." I used to think that being seen would mean I’d be found out... that my weaknesses and flaws would be exposed. But he's flipped the script on me.  He’s seen my fears, and instead of turning away, he's held them, like fragile things. And, he showed me his own.  For the first time, I'm not afraid of being seen—I crave it.  Being seen by him doesn't feel like scrutiny; it feels like love. Nobody's cared like he cared.  Nobody's looked like he looked.  For the first time, I'm not a background in someone else's story. I'm a character, fully realized, in a narrative we're writing together.  I'm not just seen. I'm found.  This is a feeling I never knew I needed.

 Ah, the "situationship." What a maze of mixed feelings and unsaid words. It's like standing on a bridge made of fog—feels kinda solid, but not enough to let your guard down.  You're with someone, sure, but labels? Nah. Who needs 'em? Except deep down, you kinda wish there was one, right? What is a situationship? It's best described by a scenario: you're texting, chatting, hanging out, even sharing fries at your favorite diner. It all feels couple-y, but without the "official" stamp.  What are you allowed to expect from each other? Can you ask them not to date others? Can you call them your "partner" to your friends?  It's all so cloudy, like walking through a misty forest where every step feels uncertain.  Then there's the confusion! One day you're sure you're not just friends. I mean, friends don't look into each other's eyes like that, do they? The next day, they introduce you as "just a friend," and

 What does forever mean in words of yearning? It means I believe in the promise of tomorrow, in the idea that life with you will be full of more surprises than I can imagine.  Forever to me is like a book with blank pages, waiting to be filled with the stories we'll write together.  I see a future where we grow, learn, and create a tapestry of memories.  It's not just belief; it's a conviction that our journey together will be an extraordinary one. But above all... I deeply desire to be the love of your life.  I want to be the one who stands by your side, through the highs and lows. Through the mundane and the extraordinary.  I want to be your confidant, your partner in adventure, your rock when the world feels shaky.  It's not just desire; it's a profound wish etched into the core of my being. So, as I navigate the winding paths of my heart...  I hold on to these feelings, these hopes, and these dreams.  Wanting, feeling, believing, and desiring you.  I cherish

Sometimes, late at night, I find myself staring at the ceiling, wrestling with a swirling vortex of thoughts that refuse to be tamed. Isn't that the case for so many of us? My mind clings to one haunting question: What would it take for you to just let go and embrace the love I'm offering? Why is love such a tangled web of complexities, a labyrinth without a guide?  It's like this inexplicable riddle that everyone wants to solve but never can. I keep thinking about how simple it could be—how simple it should be. Love shouldn't be a complex equation; it should be the simplest of answers.  I wish you could just see it—the earnestness in my eyes, the authenticity in my smile.  I wish you could hear the unspoken vows in my laughter and feel the promise in my touch. I'm not offering the moon and the stars; I'm offering steadfastness, a shoulder to lean on, a listening ear. I'm offering what I can, as humbly as I can. The thing is, I'm here for you, through th