The Gift by GingeredZ & I

On words ...
An opposite countenance....by GingeredZ

For me words have been just that... those who promised lifetimes and sticking it out no matter what.... words 

For me, it has been in the actions of those who used their words with consistency, with follow ups that actions reinforced 

Sometimes, saying those words are lost by saying it too much or too often - their essence fades away 

Saying what needs to be said has consequences - rejection fear hitbacks - once said once verbalized cannot be recoiled  - it has entered the universe in all its glory

As humans, we change, circumstances dictate, feelings change, words once uttered, and loses its value ...

Trusting those words are valuable to only a few lucky ones 

For me, it's in the actions. it's in the doing, and it's in the constant. It's been consistent that means more ...

Actions coupled by words consistent .... I compromise

GingeredZ

On words ...By imagiNari

Say it in writing…speak it in words that I understand, or in a foreign tongue… sing it to me, hum and clap the rhythm if you must.

More than gifts of gold, diamonds, or silver, gift me your words, your thoughts, your sentiments, the soft truths that live behind your eyes.

I will grow weak at the knees for a single sentence that carries the weight of your emotions:
“I will love you till we are no longer green…” When the wrinkles have set in, and our spark has softened into a warm flicker, I will still be there whispering words of kindness.
Or the depth of your desire:
“I want to taste us on you…”
Or the ache of your sadness:
“I will miss you when you are gone from me…”

Human connection is a priority. It is in every beat, every breath, every wish my heart can hold.

So, speak the words...leave nothing unsaid.
Express the emotion, the sadness, the disappointment.
Let silence not be the road you choose, for in silence sits the ultimate rejection, the quietest, coldest goodbye.

Gift me with your words.
Call me by my name.
Claim me with your honesty. Say aloud what lives in your mind and your heart:

Anger?
Then shout and rant and let your heavy emotions crash against me. I will listen. I will anchor you. And when the storm inside you quiets, I will still be here.

Disappointment?
Speak it plainly, speak it until I hear you. If my heart is yours, I will grow, change, soften. Too often we are unkindest to the ones we love; we test their loyalty, push at their boundaries, when what we truly crave is the words: “I am yours.”

Desire?
Be clear in your want for I take instructions well. The depth you see in my eyes is yours to explore, to reshape, or if you choose...to drown in.

Love?
Three simple words that hold the meaning of life.
For to love is the ultimate gift:
I gift you my heart and soul, and I pray you have the capacity to receive it. If not, I will work with you, I will help smooth the sharp edges where disappointment or fear has built its home. I will help you remember what love feels like when we are brave enough.

And I promise:

The last words on my lips will be words of love.
For in being yours, I complete half my faith: my love of God, of humanity, of this fragile, miraculous worldly life.

Infinity waits.

I will speak it into existence through prayer, through gratitude, through sentiments never left unsaid.