“It should be a privilege to be able to say "I love you" to someone. It shouldn't be something people say just because they feel like it. A privilege that is earned. They say you have to earn the right to be loved; no, love is unconditional, if you love someone, they don't have to earn it. But. The right to tell someone that you love them? That has to be earned. You have to earn the right to be believed.
C. JoyBell C.~
Next morning.
There is a loud noise coming from downstairs and I take a look at my alarm clock to see it's just 6:00 a.m. My head falls back into bed trying to force myself to sleep again, but who am I kidding even I know there's
"A competitive and insecure woman will tell you that “true love” is never giving up on someone you're in love with. A confident and spiritual woman knows that “moving on” doesn't mean you never loved someone. She realizes that letting go is what God needs her to do because both your happiness and hers requires taking different journeys for spiritual growth. Letting go is sometimes the hardest thing, but it is the most “real love” you will ever experience."Shannon L. Alder Keenan's POV I bring Taylor into my car and lay her on the seats even as she had fallen asleep and her eyes remain close, I can't help admiring her for the little moment that I adjust her sleeping position. Her make up is
"To be deeply loved, means a willingness to cut yourself wide open, exposing your vulnerabilities... hopes, hurts, fears and flaws. Hiding behind the highlight reel of who you are, is the real you and that person is just as worthy of love. There is nothing more terrifying or fulfilling, than complete love, it's worth the risk... reach for it." Jaeda DeWalt~ Slowly I open my eyes and I see that I'm in an unfamiliar room, painted white and green curtain covering its sides and panic strikes my heart and I seat up quickly, about to bolt the next moment when I feel a hand holds onto mine in a tender caress and I look to see mom eyes, carefully looking at me. "Where am I, mom?" I demand
"I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss." Ransom Riggs~ I take a taxi back home and I begin to think about my life of being a single mother since that's the only option I have before me now. I will say that having a baby was not on my to-do list, at least not in a few more years but I do not want to for any reason thinks about Doctor Theresa other option which involves terminating the life of the little angel in me. I securely wrap my arms around my tummy as I stare at it. A baby is always going to be a blessing to me no matter the circumstanc
Taylor tucks the little girl into the bed and covers her up, only stopping when she gets to her chest and slowly stroke her head and suddenly she looks up at her mom with those cute adorable eyes that always casts a spell on the beholder. "Mommy, please tell me a bedtime story." the little girl purr in a sleepy voice. They have always been a compelling tone in her voice that would make anyone do whatever she asks them to and Taylor is no exception to that. Taylor gets up and goes over to the shelf looking at the varieties of books on the shelf which she's read to her daughter a few times already. "Cinderella?" She asks, reaching in and taking out the little girl's favourite bedtime storybooks.
"Love is good, but don't love anybody deeply...it really hurts when you don't know whether to wait or to forget that person....you will be in such a confusing situation where you can not decide what to do and what not to do... whether to give up or should try some more time..but always listen to your mind guys, not to your heart..."Anonymous~Keenan's POV"Have you packed your bags baby?" I hear Taylor ask, bending down to cup the cheeks of the adorable baby girl.She nod and although her green eyes sparkle in scepticism, she asks, "Where are we going mommy?" her voice comes out angelic to my ears as she asks her question."Home." She smiles happily at the little girl.The three years old frowns, looking up at her mother with a puzzled expression. "But mommy, we are in Italy, this is home," she states her argument reasonable.
"I know from personal experience how damaging it can be to live with bitterness and unforgiveness. I like to say it's like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die. And it really is that harmful to us to live this way."Joyce Meyer~ . Reign had fallen asleep after a few hours of being on the air and Taylor tucked her in her seat comfortably so she could properly sleep and for once I thanked God we decided to go with the private jet. Taylor returns to her seat which is just beside me and continues with the newspaper she was reading before having to go put Reign down properly. I stare at her in silence trying to figure out the reason for her becoming the woman she now is, cold, mean, heartle
"You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength."Henry Brooks Adams.~ Rory POV. A cold breeze blew over my face and I shivered and glanced up wondering if this was a sign from God that I was slowly wandering into a cold path that I wasn't going to escape. At this point, I didn't think God was even interested in anything that had to do with me anymore. The church was awfully quiet and everyone was attentive and foc
"Something you need most might be something you turn away from, something you turn away from might be something you regret, and something you regret, in the end, might cost you the one chance you ever had." ~Brian Judge You owe me big time, Rory." She playfully hisses, blowing her hair and she walked towards me. "I still smell of puke." "I'm sorry." I apologized again since I now realized how terrible what I did was. I took a sip of the glass of water and dropped it on the desk close to where we were. She took a lazy stare at me. "You showered, you smell better." She smirks and stepped towards me. "Roleplay with me and I won't take my revenge." My
"And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent…” ~Taylor Caldwell"Remember there is always enough love to go around, especially today," I say smiling at the little kids looking at me, their smile widens and it warms my heart.I had discussed my Christmas plans for this year with Rory a week ago and I told him how I wanted to change the tradition of only celebrating with family which was just the three of us. I wanted something different, something new something that was more than just us. Rory then asked what I had in mind and I told him about reaching out to at least three orphanages this year and he was more than happy to support me all the way throughFlashback to a week agoThe snow falling on the trees as I star
Check out my book Hell Of A Marriage if you want to know what happened to Keenan.“You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family.”~Anita Baker"We know that though she's gone, her memory still lives on and we are assured that she's now resting in the bosom of the Lord." the priest officiating the funeral session says, after reading out the Bible and everyone replies."Amen," in unison."Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," he concluded and made a crucifix sign on the casketRory steps forward and drops the flower in his hand into the already lowered casket and then steps back, his eyes swimming in unshed tears. Taylor takes his hand into hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze, this is indeed a trying time for him and he needed support more than ever.Their honeymoon trip was cut short after they got a call that his mother, Melinda Gate, fell from the stairs of her home and died and they had to cancel the rest of three weeks they had ahea
"Damn, you're certainly my nightmare!" Rory ~Rory chose an old Gate's mansion in Scotland for our honeymoon. He had concealed the place we were supposed to have our honeymoon from me and only revealed it on the plane to Scotland a week later.I was surprised, curious and excited about our trip like a little girl because I had only been able to travel to a few places I wanted to. Places like China, France, Nigeria, and Australia and all those trip were on official bases with Keenan. I had never been able to come to Scotland since. Those feelings however were nothing compared to the ones I developed when I saw our cottage on arrival at our destination.The old mansion was magnificent and I couldn't help feeling giddy as we got down from the car. It felt like a fairy tale came alive."Mrs Gate, we've reached our destination," Rory announces in a Scottish accent as if he were my guard and he gives me his hand.I decided to play along, "Oh, thank you," I blush and accept his hand and he t
"I want all these things too. I want to wake up close to you, make love to you at night and also in the day. I want to call you mine in the face of the world, I want your beautiful moments and times when you feel insecure. I want you to be mine forever, body, mind and soul. I want to own you, and I want you to own me too. I want you to be my wife, the mother of my future children. I want a lot of things, but most importantly, I want you."Rory John Gate~.The teardrop from my face at the doctor's last words and I can't help the rasped cry that leaves my mouth and I take to my heel, running as fast as my legs can take me out of the hospital, past the host of reporters and onto the side of the road. I have no idea where I'm running to, all I know is I have to get away from here as far as possible. I just keep running and not stopping for any reason even as my breath grows faint, I just need to get out of the hospital, the state, country and if possible the world."Taylor!" I hear Keenan
“If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to who you open your heart to.”Anonymous~Rory's POVFour years ago Flashback "Let her go." Ginger said, hurrying over to me as the door shut, "you don't need her.."She was wrong, I needed Taylor I needed her like the air I breathe, I needed her 'cause I realised I was dead without her."Come, let me help you get cleaned up." She took my hand and began pulling me with her towards the bathroom, but I yanked it away from her hand and stepped back from her."What you need to do is help yourself out of my house an
“You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel.”Anonymous ~Rory regained consciousness at the early hours of the day and the first faces he sees aren't those he had expected, nevertheless, he is happy to see Phoebe at the side of his bed with her hand in his. She's resting her head on the side of the bed and she seems to be sleeping.On the other side of the room is a long resting chair and on it is Jack, Keenan and his father Henry, each preoccupied with their own assignments. Jack is wearing white long sleeves and brown trousers, his eyes are fixed on his wife as his right fingers roll the ring on the left ring finger, Keenan who's wearing a red T-shirt and a blue Jean seems to be watching something on his laptop which is currently sitting on his laps. Henry's head is resting backwa
"The act of forgiveness is the act of returning to present time. And that's why when one has become a forgiving person, and has managed to let go of the past, what they've really done is they've shifted their relationship with time."Caroline Myss~Keenan's POVWhen I return to the hotel an hour later, I do not see a trace of Rory in the hotel room after searching everywhere he could have possibly gone to, I know I was crazy to think Rory wasn't going to do something crazy like visit Taylor again.Every time I think that he's changed, he manages to prove to me that he is still the same stubborn and crazy bastard I've known him to be all these years.Why is he so stubborn?! Why can't he just listen to me for once in his goddamn life?He's in love, and desperate, you will do the same if
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love."Washington Irving~Her eyes flare angrily, but there is still surprise and awareness that I know the truth about Reign now. "Reign will never be your daughter." she spits out in disgust before going upstairs and the men drag me out."Let me go! Hey! Let me go!" I struggle and I yell at the men who were pulling me out of my house, but they don't listen to me, neither do they stop until I am brought outside the gate. Without uttering a word to me, they return inside and shut the gate to my face.I slam my hand hard on the gate yelling "Taylor!!!" at the top of my voice, and "I know you can hear me, we can talk about this, we need to talk about this please!" but no one se
"When I gaze deep into your mind, I am met with the beauty of a thousand diamonds. As I let that love and beauty flood over my body, I knew that there was nothing that I would ever trade our relationship for."~AnonymousI see who had taken her focus and concentration is none other but Keenan.He's standing, having a casual talk with Dad and looking like he's getting the thrill of his life from whatever their conversation is. Beside him is a beautiful, black woman, whose hands are wrapped around his and I'm not sure if it's from fear or the fact that she's nervous but still, she's not the type of woman he'd go for. She's is wearing an orange mini gown and she seems to be having the time of her life too and once in a while Keenan would look down at her with a smile I know so well. Scratch that, she's his type in every way.Why haven't I seen the lady before?