WHAT DO WE DO PIECES FROM YAMBIKA

There’s Proditiophobia in me. Yes, that’s the word I captured to be my problem.
“The fear of being betrayed by someone you love.”

People often say; “A good heart is always happy.” Unlike me, I think a good heart gets hurt very badly because it expects only good things from others. That’s exactly who I am. I expect too much from the people I love and I end up being hurt.

Most of us always dream about a love that lasts forever. The love we hold can never be buried by six feet of soil. Its broad and incomparable.
I am telling my story because if my fears happen to me, it will kill my worthiness.

I love Timve. Deep within, my heart beats strong for her and can’t let go but the other part of me is not strong to say the right words to her “WILL YOU MARRY ME?” I am afraid of the disgrace that may come if I pop the question and I don’t have an idea of where and how I should say it to her.

They say; “Marriage is so beautiful when you do it right.” Yet still, I read somewhere that said; “Sometimes, even if we feel a connection with someone it’s okay not to pursue it, finding the right person isn’t just about the bond or chemistry, the situation and timing have to align too.”

Another thing that has me write this piece is what I read in Timve’s diary; “The love in marriage is not just a feeling, it is a decision, a commitment, a giving of oneself for the good of the other.” I read the statement more than ten times and I just couldn’t understand what her point was, adding to my fears. What Do I Do? Do I go on and propose to her?

You know? “Some people want love, but don’t know how to love. Love is both a feeling and an action. We timely think a feeling is enough to fulfil us. We assume that emotions will evoke action but the truth is, love is not the feeling you get in your stomach; It is the essence found in it.

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