In relationships the sweet essence of a blossoming bond is something that lasts often for months and the real climatic struggle can last the length of the relationship.
How to know if your guy loves you… Honestly, how does anyone know the quintessential meaning of the word love?
Words are just words, someone once to told me, for some reason it takes women a long time to understand that a man's true character is based on his actions and not his words. When I thought about that comment that came from a guy of course, I thought about the genuineness that lied within his effortless statement. This guy’s level of expression coupled with his need for me to truly believe this is what it is made me think.
How to know if your guy loves you…
Frankly there are many people who will try to convince you that a guy must give you the last piece of food, or open doors, and introduce you to his friends or family. Through it all yes, manners are important, and sharing your complete life goes unequivocally with loving a person, but the real important is what he does for and with you. His true character will shine through and convey ones true intent.
How to know if your guy loves you or when…
The taboo topic of trying to figure out that awkward time between when you know you’re in love and the point of actually saying the words. Who say’s it first or how do you know he loves you?
I say speak your mind, if you trust your instincts they’re probably feels the same way as you only fearful of your response. I like to think of it as breaking the love ice. Overcoming the chilly moment of not knowing; I always think it is better to know then not.
But who am I to know if your guy loves you…This is just my guy and I.
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About Me
- MerCedes
- Buckeye, Arizona, United States
- Four years ago I was asked to write an all about me, I was sixteen years old and thought of my life as a blank canvas. I believed I had deep thoughts and dreamed beyond the horizon, I jump through hoops, ran past dreams, into the arms of me. I depended on air to help me breathe, while I trusted in god to provide that air for me. You tell me I can’t and I show you I can. That’s me, defiant of all odds in the pursuit of greatness. So far I have become the young woman I dreamt of being, only with life’s hardships and too many sufferings that followed me. I always find it interesting how people want you to some up your life in a page or two, when you’ve lived twenty pages; I guess nothing is fully inclusive. My father says that he has forgotten more now than I could know at my age, I presume that’s the point, to write an about me is suppose to be the great highlights of your life, from the many people you’ve known, loved and befriended. I love to think of my life as a blank canvas, a work of art never to finished, always willing, and able to add more. I feel comfortable ending this about me as the last, all about me is a canvas I'll spend a lifetime painting creating and contemplating.
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