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I’ve lost both of my parents. I’m 37 and I live in an empty nest. Most nights I dine with my thoughts, cuddled up and comfy with solitude. Silence keeps me warm. Regret keeps me busy.

Some people don’t really understand the significance of time. More than money or any other materialistic thing, its what I wish I had more of.

We take advantage of the notion of tomorrow, not really accepting the fact that it might not show up. We spend so much of our moments chasing fantasies and worrying about the things we can’t control.

By focusing on who I’d disappoint, I sacrificed my own happiness, spending many years of my life living for other people. Who I was, was lost. My vision was unclear. I sit in silence thinking of how many opportunities I was gifted to experience life, wishing I could go back in time. To the moment when…

All she wanted to do was love me.

We learn our ABCs; we don’t learn how to be happy. Boy and Girls today’s lesson: How to people please. We are raised to be drones, programmed to live for our family, religion and society. We live in a space where people seldom ask, “Are you truly happy?”

My advice to you:

Don’t wait until it’s too late
Cherish those you love
Treasure those who love you
Live your life for you
Do what you love
Be who you want to be
NOW is all we have

Until we meet again,
Tiffany Michellé 💋

Books available at http://TiffanyMichel-le.com

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Posted by on December 6, 2015 in Dating, Life, Love

 

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Forevermore…

What do you say when your mind stops, when the wind no longer blows, the yearn grows and it grows. What do you do when the words cease to be, when the dirt is no longer moist, when silence is your sole choice. What do you say when you’re speech lacks tone, when your voice is gone, when you are speechless, when silence lingers.

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I think of moments in time when I was loved. A time when he held me close and I was the safest girl in the world. Moments when he would touch me in places never unearthed before. His finger tips caressed my soul. We loved. We laughed. We were the stars in each others eyes. My Moon. His Earth. He was my god. I, his goddess. When the world would sleep, his mind would scream, his heart would weep. When the sun rised, different was he. He’d become distant. As if he’d never been here before. Reaching deep within the confides of silent solitude, out of loves reach. Thoughts became unfamiliar, pain peculiar, a space unknown. I loved him as I never loved. My mind wanders, my heart desiring to hear his words again and forevermore but his spirit is with me no more.
~ Tiffany Michellé

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2014 in Dating, Life, Love

 

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what’s #love got 2 do with it?

As we grow we should learn to accept the fact that people are allowed to choose what they want for their lives. It might not be the same decision that we would make but in that instant we must remind ourselves that we’re all different. Some of us want different things and because of that diversity, we make different choices. People chose to live for their own reasons. They chose their goals and their dreams and they’re permitted to select what they want and what they don’t, no matter how their choice might affect us.

In our last conversation over a year ago before I walked away, my father told me, “I love you daughter.” It was something he said every time we spoke and our conversation was coming to a close. But in his actions, he chooses not to be in my or my little brother’s life for reasons unknown – reasons of his own. Does that mean he doesn’t love us? I don’t know, honestly. The day I decided to heal from the pain, understanding was no longer my concern. I accepted the fact that his version of love isn’t mine.

We must respect the choices that people make with the understanding that it’s their life, not ours. You or I cannot paint a picture depicting what we want someone else’s love to look like and make it truth. How they choose to deliver it is up to them, we can only see what they give, decide if it matches ours and then choose if we want to receive it.

As we mature and experience life, our version of love changes like the weather. We meet people, we think we’re in love, it ends and we realize it was never love, just a very strong like. When we’re young, we love everyone. Then the world taints us, we experience pain and we become selective and protective.

If asked the definition of love, you could try your best to provide the most philosophical, intensely deep answer known to man but that answer would still only be your opinion, almost certainly based on your experiences. What does love look like to a girl whose mother has abused her since infancy? Does it look the same to a boy whose father devotedly cared for him all of his life? What about the girl who fell in love with a man who later broke her heart? What does love look like to her? Most likely her definition will be based on the timing in which you asked – before or after the heartache.

I have no idea what love is to you, her, him or anyone else; what I do know is…

“People will show you all kinds of confusing depictions of love therefore concurrently you must know without a doubt what it means to you. You need to be conscious of what it feels like, what it looks like, what it tastes like, what it smells like and what it sounds like to you. After you decide it’s meaning with everything within your being, you must stand firm on that belief consistently, like breathing.”

Until we meet again,

Almostdating007

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2014 in Dating, Life, Love

 

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