Rekya's Flavors

I know that I am dreamy and that the kind of love I hope for may be unrealistic but I'd rather believe in my dream than to sigh and make do with what is available. My dream will keep me going, will make me wake up every morning exhilarated, will make me ask myself eagerly, "Is today the day that I will find him? Will it happen for me this day?" For what is life without questions? What is love without completeness, oneness? So, I would rather keep the hope burning bright in my heart than to wince inwardly when I say "I love you" and I know it is untrue. I would rather tingle from love scenes yet made than to bite my lips to keep from screaming another's name as my 'make do'  makes love to me. I would rather grin in glee to anticipated conversation than to listen to him half-heartedly, the ears of my heart straining to hear another's voice. I would rather be alone, hoping for the kind of love that I desire to find me, than to live unha...

Being in love is the best feeling ever. It makes you see things anew. It makes all things beautiful. It evens out problems. It makes you look forward to tomorrow. It makes life worthwhile. Assuming you're loved in return. Nothing hurts more than unrequited love. Or feeling more for your partner than they do for you. Especially when all you do is centered around them, when you live for them and forget yourself. It really is unhealthy to be in a relationship where your feelings for each other are not mutual. If you feel more, its going to hurt like crazy. Your partner is going to seem selfish and unfeeling because you're doing all these things for them and they don't reciprocate. Its going to feel like you're insignificant so here's my advice: Talk to your partner about your feelings. Find out how they feel about you and if you know its not enough, please get out of that relationship. You may not believe it right now but there's someone out there who is g...

People give up on love everyday. Hearts are broken per second. Bleeding hearts reeling from deceitful words resolve to never embark on the journey of love again. Disbelief grips the heart. Anger wells up from within. Betrayal shatters the reverie of a presumed everlasting love. But no matter how damaged you are, love is the answer. You truly can't heal without love. Be it self-love, the love of family and friends or the love of a spouse/partner, you need love to become whole again. Everyone deserves to be loved. There are terrible people abound, so are good ones. The key is knowing what you want, asking for it and waiting for it to come to you. Love is transparent. You always know when you are truly loved. And you always know when that love is right. Only you know that. You can lie to others, paint a perfect picture to them but you can't lie to yourself. Don't continue with a love that is wrong. A love that wounds you more times than it heals you. Otherwise, you will...

Even in the dark, You shine like the day. Every feel of you Is deeply fulfilling. My soul is in yours, and yours in mine. You are my essence, and I am yours. Oh, come drink of me, And let me draw from you. Let us be this way always, Let there be no end to us.

A lot of women are in terrible marriages/relationships. I'm talking about really dire situations. Sometimes, it hurts to wake up to another day with him, you are afraid to open your eyes every morning to your predicament. You walk on eggshells every day for fear of evoking the beast in him, which ironically rouses at the slightest provocation. You are afraid to breathe when you are around him, lest he reprimands you for breathing too heavily. You are afraid to speak lest he barks at you for saying that which does not suit his hearing. You do your best to prepare his meals exactly the way he wants it to avoid having him lash at your entire family for failing to bring you up properly. You are afraid to visit your family and friends because he complains that you love them more than you love him. You humbly concur to his demand to stay away from your loved ones. You watch your talent waste away with each passing day as he has forbidden you to have a career. You are totally dep...

As she fingered the photograph in her hand, the tightness in her chest grew. She thought of a million things she could do to make him love her but she knew nothing would work. Theirs was an impossible kind of love. She knew this when they started seeing each other last Christmas, even though he had said it was not impossible because when you like someone, everything should be about who they are and not their baggage. She looked at the photograph again, thinking back to when they'd had it taken. The radiance on their faces outshone the stars. Their smiles were so warm and happy. It was a lovely photograph and it captured the euphoria of a love so beautiful and pure. But that was then. The inevitable was now. She had to move on, she had to let go. As much as it hurt, she knew she had to let him go. She was tired of crying, of wishing and hoping, for it was truly a hopeless case. There was a wall between them now, a wall that couldn't be pulled down anymore. She would h...

If I can still love myself so much and want the best for me despite all of my faults, why can't I extend the same hand to others? I make excuses for myself all the time, I jump to my own defence at the slightest criticism or accusation from others. Why would I brand others wicked and unreasonable and call myself the best? If I still like myself and accept myself despite my many hang ups, why can't I accept others? If I love myself so much, why would I love my neighbour not so much? After all, I am them.