Pillows
Just like two pillows on a bed, they spent all of their time together, but never really connecting. Irony? No. It's just what happened, but they didn't seem to mind all that much, they just 'functioned' together.
In a two, they accomplished many feats of science, to the point where that became wonder. Not even alchemy, as true, could compete. What can I say, other than the world became stunned? But what of them?
Yin and yang, maybe, but not quite. Essentially the same, they were the two halves of their work. Outside of that, whoever knew? Not they nor I, if I am not mistaken.
Horror fell upon one... on judgment day, of all days. The work could still very well go on, just with 'replacement' of the one in horror's hands. One part of that one was all that needed replacing. Yet that one part of the one was their being.
The other pillow gazed on the still life of the first and did something it had never done before. It held one in its arms and... ran. Every being knows the escape of true judgment to be impossible, least of all by the feet that let you walk.
Why did the other run if it never cared? There was no reason. It was not a question of being a part of something. Time was the only thing the other believed could help and time was what the other spent everything on. Why? It was dangerous; the other came to a point where they just about put themselves into horror's hands.
As a result, one escaped those claws just before the other fell into them. Why would the other, who never cared, do something like that? If no reason, then the other can be said to have done it just for the one. Perhaps there is just as much power in doing as there is in simply being a part of something, for does that not say that the one made doing all that worthwhile for the other? Is there a lot of power in that? I dear say... too much.
Some might think that it is the goal of every blissful relationship to be so open with one another that every thought, memory and past experience is shared. While in many cases that might be a terrific goal, for some it could cause irreparable damages.
The mind is an amazing thing. It can remember sights, smells and visions from decades ago. It can be a powerful tool in recollecting wonderful childhood memories, thoughts of an early courtship and other pleasant occasions.
The mind can also be a jail for tormenting thoughts and flashbacks. Think back on survivors of war who after the carnage was over, took their own lives because their minds could not forget and the traumatic images would never go away.
I'm often asked how much of one's past life should be shared with someone you want to marry. While each situation is a little different, when it comes to previous intimate encounters, it is usually best to discuss them in general terms. Yes, you should be honest if you had sexual relationships before you married, but for the sake of the mind that does not forget, it is best to leave out the details. You will have to live with the memories of your past indiscretions but you should not make your mate live with them too.
While you might be curious to know the names, places and situations of your love's prior intimate encounters, in the long run your relationship with be better off keeping that information in the past. I've known many people who have said that once they knew the specific details of their mate's sexual experiences, it took months or years before those thoughts and images no longer dominated his or her mind.
In blissful relationships we don't ask our mate to share memories he or she is trying to forget and neither do we tell our mates those things that will sear unwelcome images into their mind. In some cases it is best to discuss those things, but a trained counselor would be of more help. While God does forgive and forget the all the wrongs things we have done when we ask Him to, we humans have to live with our memories the rest of our lives. Just something to think about - and I am wasting a lot of my time writing this to you guys - chow
In a two, they accomplished many feats of science, to the point where that became wonder. Not even alchemy, as true, could compete. What can I say, other than the world became stunned? But what of them?
Yin and yang, maybe, but not quite. Essentially the same, they were the two halves of their work. Outside of that, whoever knew? Not they nor I, if I am not mistaken.
Horror fell upon one... on judgment day, of all days. The work could still very well go on, just with 'replacement' of the one in horror's hands. One part of that one was all that needed replacing. Yet that one part of the one was their being.
The other pillow gazed on the still life of the first and did something it had never done before. It held one in its arms and... ran. Every being knows the escape of true judgment to be impossible, least of all by the feet that let you walk.
Why did the other run if it never cared? There was no reason. It was not a question of being a part of something. Time was the only thing the other believed could help and time was what the other spent everything on. Why? It was dangerous; the other came to a point where they just about put themselves into horror's hands.
As a result, one escaped those claws just before the other fell into them. Why would the other, who never cared, do something like that? If no reason, then the other can be said to have done it just for the one. Perhaps there is just as much power in doing as there is in simply being a part of something, for does that not say that the one made doing all that worthwhile for the other? Is there a lot of power in that? I dear say... too much.
Some might think that it is the goal of every blissful relationship to be so open with one another that every thought, memory and past experience is shared. While in many cases that might be a terrific goal, for some it could cause irreparable damages.
The mind is an amazing thing. It can remember sights, smells and visions from decades ago. It can be a powerful tool in recollecting wonderful childhood memories, thoughts of an early courtship and other pleasant occasions.
The mind can also be a jail for tormenting thoughts and flashbacks. Think back on survivors of war who after the carnage was over, took their own lives because their minds could not forget and the traumatic images would never go away.
I'm often asked how much of one's past life should be shared with someone you want to marry. While each situation is a little different, when it comes to previous intimate encounters, it is usually best to discuss them in general terms. Yes, you should be honest if you had sexual relationships before you married, but for the sake of the mind that does not forget, it is best to leave out the details. You will have to live with the memories of your past indiscretions but you should not make your mate live with them too.
While you might be curious to know the names, places and situations of your love's prior intimate encounters, in the long run your relationship with be better off keeping that information in the past. I've known many people who have said that once they knew the specific details of their mate's sexual experiences, it took months or years before those thoughts and images no longer dominated his or her mind.
In blissful relationships we don't ask our mate to share memories he or she is trying to forget and neither do we tell our mates those things that will sear unwelcome images into their mind. In some cases it is best to discuss those things, but a trained counselor would be of more help. While God does forgive and forget the all the wrongs things we have done when we ask Him to, we humans have to live with our memories the rest of our lives. Just something to think about - and I am wasting a lot of my time writing this to you guys - chow
Two eyes meet with anothers,
And say "I love you" silently,
No one knows their secret message,
Though it's very plain to see.
Two lips which speak so softly,
Love words in the shades of night,
Then they kiss, two lips waiting ,
Tenderly, with much delight.
Two arms holding each other closely,
Wanting never to let go,
Secure and safe, their love surrounds them,
Two sweethearts, saying, I love you so.
Two bodies meet and press together,
Two hearts beat out of control,
Passion fills the space between them,
Two become one, and they are whole.
And say "I love you" silently,
No one knows their secret message,
Though it's very plain to see.
Two lips which speak so softly,
Love words in the shades of night,
Then they kiss, two lips waiting ,
Tenderly, with much delight.
Two arms holding each other closely,
Wanting never to let go,
Secure and safe, their love surrounds them,
Two sweethearts, saying, I love you so.
Two bodies meet and press together,
Two hearts beat out of control,
Passion fills the space between them,
Two become one, and they are whole.
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