Silence echoed along the chirp of the birds and rustling of leaves, while the wind whispered peace to calm all of your turmoil and madness —trying to wipe away your tears and fears.

How lovely it is to have answers to your wailing heart, how beautiful it is to find peace beneath the starred and glowing blue sky, and how the cacophony of echoes surged softly behind, when the stillness and loneliness were gone after a long time.

Credits to Ligayeah

It’ll never be what she says that you should pay the closest attention to, but the things that stay in her mouth. The words that she does not say. The love of a woman is a powerful and beautiful thing, but her silence can be truly deafening. Hear what she says, soak in her voice, and take heart of the things she shares.

But if you want to truly begin to understand the complexity and depth of a woman, start to pay close attention to all the things she doesn’t say.

Her eyes will speak countless words that her soul yearns to express, yet she never does.

Her quiet resolve and the strong facade that she maintains for the world to see protect her in ways that mere words never can.

The walls around her heart, the hidden beauty of her soul, the latent dreams and unspoken desires are all part of her mystery.

Cherish her, appreciate her and respect her, for she fights battles that you’ll never know or understand.

She’ll tuck it all behind few words..

“I’m okay”.. “everything’s fine..”

Those are the painful whispers of an internal war that she wages so very often.

You’ll rarely see her tears, for she often cries in solitude -- the shower, the car, in bed.

She doesn’t want the world to judge her or for others to worry. She just has those moments when her heart erupts tears of release and she needs that momentary meltdown to keep going.

So, don’t ever mistake her silence for lack of concern, for it’s just the opposite.

She has a million things to tell you, but often just doesn’t even know where to start.

Be patient, be respectful and be compassionate.

And whatever you do, don’t push her over the edge too far, or she might never come back the same way you once knew..

because when she has made her decision, there’s no more chances and no more starting over..

there’s just silence.

She has no more words, no more tears and nothing left for you, for your relationship..

She won’t talk any more about what’s happened or what you can do, because It won’t matter.

She’s done.

She’s silent because she has nothing left for you.

She’s walking away.

It’s that same silence that will tell you -- if you know how to listen.

Everything you ever wanted to know about the real beauty and depth of a woman.

Just don’t wait too long and lose the wonderful opportunity to love her in all the ways she truly deserves.

Before it’s too late..

Because when it is,

All you’ll hear is her silence.

        If someone asked me to describe love in a sentence before, I would say that love, to me, was another meaningless shout in the void. Love was like arrival and departure, a way to fulfill empty people and yet, never enough to fulfill them for long.  

        When I met you, I didn't fall in love with you. I had a crush. You had a cigarette in your mouth, and you looked at me like you already knew me. You told me that you were a philosopher, I told you that you were someone's bad mistake. You said that everybody is, I asked you if you'd like to be mine.

        You said my eyes were like the ocean, and your eyes were ordinary. You said they reminded people of nothing. I told you that your eyes were deep, earthly brown—the color of soil after torrential rains in the dark, and worn sea glass, like a glistening copper penny kept in flames, sunrays shining through whiskey on a bright day. They were like a hot rich cocoa, sprinkled with tiny dust of gold. And then you smiled for a second, and smoked another puff looking blankly at the clouds.

        You took me to the hills on early summer mornings, and you sat there with me and read Hemingway aloud with your brows arched. And I asked you if we made too many moments, and you told me that these were those perfect things that we would remember. You told me that these were the only things that wouldn't make our heartache. I took the book from you, and read aloud.

        You told me that you were going to move, you told me that you were returning to your home. I said that I wanted to watch a movie, and you played Dead Poets Society just like the first time when I wanted to watch a movie with you. We sat there and almost talked about it for the next two hours, and then we slept.

        I woke up next morning and I found a letter and a mixtape on my table. You said that I was your favorite goodbye, and I sat there and played the tape and drank coffee. It was a mix of all the songs that we heard together and talked about. It was beautiful.

        For days, I thought of you. I wanted to call but you never texted me since you were gone. I went to the hills alone at mornings and read poetries. I watched movies alone, eating a tub of ice cream. It started aching, I started having a heartache. 

        I wanted to surprise you, I went to visit your hometown. I found your address, and I saw you sitting with a girl on your staircase and reading poetries to her, and then you kissed her cheeks and she said something. I called out your name, and you were startled. You came out and asked what I was doing, and I told you that I wanted to see you. You told me that you and I weren't made for love, or for each other. I told you that I missed you and you reminded me that you were supposed to be my bad mistake. I didn't say a thing. I went away. 

        Love was no more a meaningless shout in the void. It was the shortest sweetest, yet terrifying song. 'Come home', it sang. It fulfilled until you overflowed, and then emptied until you had nothing left. Love was now like a station which you can not depart from, you can only arrive.

Have a little faith that everything will get better soon. You know life gets quite tough sometimes making us feel hopeless and empty inside. Sometimes you feel incomplete for some reason, and no matter how you scrutinize what's missing within, you’re yet to unfold why. It's tormenting and exhausting. The longer you sit with it, the longer it lingers. It's like carrying a tumor —it's awful. 

Acknowledging our emotions and what stem them is essential. But sometimes, you have to be wise enough to drop those that are weighing you down. Take a pill of courage to fight for what your heart genuinely wants and walk away from the things that rip your soul apart. There's nothing worse than living in regret because of the fear of what life may bring. Remember that life is full of uncertainties, and you don't have to be explicitly certain every single time for you to be happy. More often than not, the most amazing things in life are the ones we ventured unexpectedly.

You don't need to be fixed, because you’re not broken in the way the world thinks. You’re cracked in just the right ways to let the light in- from the pressure of a life well lived and a spirit that won’t ever give up.

You are a beautiful disaster, a wonderful mess and a perfect chaos, the kind of person whose courage and strength defines the true nature of beauty. You’re the survivor who struggled, fought and overcame everything, against all odds.

Because that’s just who you are:

Lover, fighter, friend, dreamer.

You never stopped believing in yourself and in love, though what you’ve been through would have threatened to destroy a weaker person..

But not you.

Your wings weren’t made just to soar high, but to carry you to places that you’ve never even seen. Sometimes, chasing dreams requires flying high and believing in yourself. Perhaps even the path to love itself which can be downright frightening at times.

Find the one who loves you because of your complex individuality and knows you are beautifully scarred in the best ways possible. No one is perfect and everyone has flaws. Embrace your imperfections and appreciate your uniqueness. Your soul mate, best friend and lover will see, understand, and appreciate all that you are, all that you’ve been, and all that you’re still yet to become.

That's real love -- not that the fairy tale kind of magic, but real, gritty and honest love.

Without judgment or prejudice...

With open arms and heart...

One without end or apology.

It may not be perfect, but it just might be perfect for you.

In the end, that’s what matters most of all. That, and your beautiful heart and wild spirit that will always be free..

And free you will always be.

Wild, free, and worthy of true love.