Loving him,

What’s wrong if I choose to love? Isn’t love the bind to the broken? Isn’t love the trust that kicks off lies? Isn’t love the justice beyond the injustice?

What’s wrong if I choose to love? Isn’t love the water for the thirsty? Isn’t love the food for the famished? Isn’t love the strength for the lonely?

I say we all love the way that angels and deities love. Unconditionally. Unblemished. Untainted. Purely. Surely. Completely.

I say we all love the way that babies love their mothers and fathers. Biologically. Naturally. Beautifully. Biochemically. Truly.

Let’s love, without hurting,

Diana

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Loving him,

Sometimes I pray through the galaxy, that perhaps this love will bore through. That it will happen, true love.

Sometimes I wish these rough waters will subside as it too shall pass, but it often comes up. It shackles me and suffocates me, with hopelessness so deep that I almost reach death.

Sometimes I can’t get through life myself. Perhaps one day, this love inside me will be too big to ignore that the whole world drowns in the beauty of my heart, through time and space. HUGE, that life will be so full of love that I am undoubtedly a champion of love.

Sometimes, I just wish I can look past the suffering and to look past the horizon and enjoy the sunrise as I am told to by God, Himself. Often I can, but sometimes it’s hard.

The best thing is…these are only sometimes, and not all the time. The rest of the time, I am in awe of love and never think twice about joy. I will reminisce of love with those moments more, and the sometimes will decrease to just once upon a time.

Here is loving you,

Diana

Loving him,

It’s true, I was in love. I think I will always love him. I can’t value the denial of love, because it’s a crime against heaven.

I felt the sorrow and I know the sadness of love that was too familiar that I realize that I was in love with him in the past. I felt the loss of companionship and I wished that I was his girl and sometimes I still wish I am his girl, completely to be in love.

I wish for his love because I think I placed him at a pedestal. The heir of an icon as if it was a worship towards heaven, although it was a sin to replace God for a man.

The angels know that somewhere on Earth, a woman will always hold a special place for her man. I wanted this man to feel the same, and hoped that he would love me as much as I was in love with him. But he didn’t and life goes on.

I kept writing to him and I told him that I was absolutely in love with him. I knew I was in love because I didn’t care for his mistakes. I counted on his affections and I placed value on each wonderful effort he made for me.

Perhaps, he was never that interested at all, although he did say “I love you,” as he kissed me. However, I shouldn’t still contemplate my life based on someone else’s decision to leave. I just wished he would call, and love me and tell me that I’m beautiful and loving.

Instead, he said, “I’d like to get on with my life,” and he ended his call to give me peace of mind.

I’ll be okay,

Diana

Loving you,

Love, you don’t stop. Your Love flowed all over me. I was overwhelmed today that life was over my head. I wasn’t sure that I’d make it as a living soul or to cross over to the land of ghosts. But your Love came through me like a river, and poured blessings on me.

I knew I was just one out of many, but the suffering from Shiva hurt me more than I could handle. I wasn’t sure that I was a match to fend off her curses, but I knew that Love, you’ll come through. Your Love has always been wide and deep and rushes through over my weary and suffering soul.

Darkness was the looser. The stirring soul that was inside me proved to be your special condition for your Love to thrive. I was your beloved and you are mine.

Love,

Diana

Loving you,

I am in awe because my life is becoming whole again. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know You are my hope and dreams. I don’t have to know what lies beyond the path that I am treading on now. I know I am in good hands.

I am in a beautiful splendor, my arms above me and my heart flying. I am happy and I didn’t anticipate all this. I know that I was not sad, but I also didn’t know how happy I can be. This whole world is now a huge opportunity that I want to journey on.

Is it a sin to lust after something? To want to wander around the world and take every person you love with you? To write my whole life and call it a novel? To share my dreams and everything I want to everyone I meet? You, Love, you turned me into a rockstar.

But for now, I am writing and placing my words to excite minds and entertain the universe. The travel is coming with me, and I am not waiting.

I love you, Love. I love you world. I am in love,

Diana

Loving you,

I never knew this world existed. I just thought that my broken life was a sentence that was to be. This wasn’t the case.

I didn’t think I survived, instead, damaged. I kept believing that I was only what other people said I was to be. Love, you broke their glass ceiling for me.

What was oppressing me no longer held me back. The day has been brighter and the night full of solace. I was no longer imprisoned by death.

The ghostly past no longer haunted me. The revitalizing spirit You led me with, kept me at guidance.

Love, you kept me alive. Even when I thought I was dying and broken, and no longer enjoyed the day. Love you brought to me, life, anew and full of vigor. Living, Loving, Prospering forever.

I love you,

Diana

Loving you,

Love, you’re thick. You’re tough with hard shell made of steel. The healthy version or even damaged version of you is still strong. It is strong enough to fend off jealousies, hate, displacement, labeling, bullying, prejudice, racism and so many more world abuses.

Love, no matter what they say, those haters, they may label me or deem me replaceable, but with you, You are LOVE and strong and thick with elasticity and viscosity beyond materials cannot buy. Your love is hard love, rebelling through heartache. DIVINE.

No matter what they say about my straight woman and man version of love, it is still LOVE. Important and no different than man and man or woman on woman. It is my belief that LOVE WINS. Hard Love, tough Love, THICK LOVE. It is so POWERFUL.

Loving you,

Diana

Loving you,

Oh how sublime to be always in the presence of Love. Never dying, always blooming, fruitful blossoms every seasons with leaves like a tree by the stream of water, yielding its fruits for all seasons. I am forever in Love.

Oh how gorgeous I feel, when I am encased in Love, with every inch of me, surrounded by total divinity. I feel like an angel flying through the heavens, carefree and molding into the shapes of the clouds. My spirit soaring.

No matter what the world throws into the matrix of my life, I am in the midst of holiness, with sweet seeds of faith that is growing every instant of the moments in this universe. Time is a friend and no matter what the clock strikes, it is always pointing towards times of Love.

This is not a crush, it is a love that does. A love in action, and a love internal that became flesh. It takes shape and soaring in the skies, and filling every heart with songs of prayers that leads to Love, everlasting. I am forever in Love.

Loving you,

Diana

 

Loving you,

I don’t care about the world’s account on my faults and setbacks, Love. I am crazy about You. I am in this state of euphoria of Love, grandiose thoughts of Your plans are inside my mind. I know I’m crazy. But, I am not leaning on my own understanding. I am lifting up my whole life to You, and letting You straighten up my path. I know the world will be surprised and happy to see me thrive. I know the world is unkind, but some aren’t.

I don’t care if people call me a nut, Love. I am all walnuts and pistachios over You! I am filled with living colors of Love, surrounded by the Holy Spirit, that even if nothing comes out right. I am at peace because I am still going to be full of Love. I know Love will never leave me, even if the romantic and eros version of you are gone. I won’t be upset because agape is within me. Continually.

Even if,

Diana

Loving you,

I am broken, Love. The love that was humanly possible left without a reply nor a word of goodbye. I am trying to lift up my praises to You, Love, but there are no words that can come to┬áme without the devastation slipping through. I’m broken and I am without words.

I am surrendering, Love. The vast strength that came in the miracles of Your touch and music, is no longer there. What can I do in the midst of all this? What can I utter with words that is in pieces and tears in flushing rivers. What shall I do?

Please lift me up, Love. I am broken. I am tattered. I am sorrowful, and I don’t know what to do but to surrender into Your arms. To let You, cover me. Encasing me with Truth and Wisdom, and Joy, and Love.

Please don’t let me be close to death and to be near devastation any longer. I don’t deserve the fallacy of life that is called suffering. I am closer to You than ever, and I deserve to be loved.

I know You will come through.

Loving you,

Diana