You Have My Soul, Now You Deserve My Body

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I was betrayed twice in love. I decided I won't love again. I was broken. I was damaged. I had put my trust in him. I had put my faith in destiny. I was kind and sensitive, and he played with my emotions.

I was possessive of him, and he called me mental. I complained about his mistakes, and he called me dominating. I showed him tantrums, like every pampered girl, he called me immature. I cried for my pains, and he called it a drama. I showed my love, and he took it for granted.

I blamed myself for everything. I thought it was all my fault, and I won't find a man like him who forgives all my mistakes. He made me believe that I have no existence without him. His narrative overshadowed all the love from my family. I lost confidence.

It was agony to leave, but I had to because I knew there was only suffering with him. It was very painful for me, but I had to. I lost trust in love. I lost faith in destiny. And I lost my hope.

A toxic and manipulative boyfriend holds you by his words and abandons you by his actions.

One thing I was sure of was that love is a lie. And this disgusting feeling has ruined my life. I forgot to laugh and learned to cry. I forgot to trust and learned to be cautious. I forgot to talk and learned to shout. I forgot to forgive and learned to punish. I punished myself several times.

Then I found him. It was not that he suddenly appeared one day. He was always there, but hidden somewhere under his responsibilities. Or maybe he was preparing for me.

First, I thought all men were the same. He too. But he is different, and I don't know why.

He knows some magic. I call it Pink Magic. He listened to me patiently. He consoled me. He healed my trauma. He never judged me. And the best part, he was always there for me. He is always there for me. And he says he will always be there for me.

He made me smile again. He taught me to laugh louder. He found me hope. He brought me empathy. He made me live life. He taught me to love again.

I feel more satisfied. I feel happier. I feel healthier. I feel more beautiful. And above everything, I feel loved.

I complain again. I show tantrums once again. I show my love and rage, but this time to the right man. Or I should say the deserving man. All these matter to him.

He accepts me the way I am: messy and vulnerable.

It's been five years with him. We're getting married soon.

In those years, he has stolen my soul. But I don't want it back because I know it's in the right place.

After my soul, I have my body with me. A woman's body needs care. And I have a very poor track record of it. Well, who is better than him in this case?

An old saying says, "the body of a woman is more precious than her life itself." Even if lust is the reward for love, I want to appreciate him.

He has rebuilt me like a castle of sand. He has my soul, and now he deserves to have my body.

Love is not about who came first; it's all about who stays and never leaves.

My Heart and Brain are Stuck on You My subconscious mind is not allowing me to let go of your memories.

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