"We have to recognise that there cannot be relationships unless there is commitment, unless there is loyalty, unless there is love, patience, persistence."
~Cornel West
Forty minutes later
"Thank you so much for coming." Bethany runs and hugs me like a close friend would, even though we barely know each other as I step into the house.
"I need your help."
"I know, you told me that over the phone." I remind her and when her eyes sadden, I ask. "What's wrong?"
"Yes, please help me ask her what's wrong with her because I am not a magician that reads mind." I hear the angry voice alongside the footsteps coming downstairs and I look behind her to see Keenan looking anything but angry.
Bethany turns to him, with a glare. "Magicians don't read mind idiot!"
He shrugs careless
“Never say goodbye when you still want to try. Never give up when you still feel you can take it. Never say you don't love a person when you can't let go.”~Dons The past week has been hell with the preparation for the wedding. After officially breaking his engagement with Paris, he announced our engagement which some paparazzi say is unlike him and others say it must be love and I can't agree more. Although I told Rory I wanted a small wedding one with a few guest and families, Rory being his normal show off self said he wanted something that won't be forgotten so quickly. I want a jaw-dropping wedding, eyes popping kind of wedding because it only happened once I'm a lifetime love. I smile to myself remembering the words he said to me this morning as I send the last invitation which is for Mycole and Keen
“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