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These platforms give anyone the opportunity to persuade and influence other people’s views and opinions. I regretfully have not taken that responsibility in the manner of which I know I am capable of. I want to make sure, because of the timing in my own life, to fulfill my duty to others in being their deterrent. If possible. This being in the hope that it reaches others before they let their passion and emotion get the best of them. As one can fall victim to the temptation of instant gratification, my effort here is to be proactive to give back the years of regret that social media takes from vulnerable people in the moment.

I am never out to degrade someone who once held their trust in me. Some may not be as fortunate though at the time of passion. I can’t change the events past or those yet to be discovered. But, I hold one individual especially, to the highest of standards and it remains my duty to protect that. No matter the perception. I will never fail my responsibility to defend the few that give me purpose.

I have the ability to cherish the time spent and shared, regardless of its hardships. Regardless of what people think, that still creates a bond that can strengthen the memory created for each other out of Love. That can’t be shared by anyone else.

Bashing their character shows poor judgment. Your dedication to each other goes far beyond the physical relationship you allowed yourselves to see. No one is out to have a failed relationship. Each of you is out to prove to the world that you two figured it out and that last time was THE last time. Until somebody gives up on the other person…

After the break-up, that overwhelming pain sets in. When you are afraid to take a breath, but you don’t know why. You think to yourself “Why didn’t anyone remind you of this part…” Then it happens. Without a warning, choice or the slightest bit of control.

You take that first breath of “life…”

That “breath” does everything but give you life. It takes that very life you once knew away. Every feeling that will ever make you happy is ripped out of you. Then with all of nature’s fury, SLAMMED back into the pit of your stomach. It repeats the process over and over, 100’s of times. All in the matter of a second.

This “part” is the soul trying to escape your body to reconnect with its counterpoint. Its harmony. Its balance. What you just lost. All the time that it spent searching, aimlessly it seemed, without ever resting, is forever gone.

Left to be Lost.

It has spent several lifetimes living, suffering, dying, reincarnating and searching for the other soul that it would complete.

Forced to be Confused.

That “breath?” The one that overtook you? That was the Almighty Power of God returning your soul back into you. A second before escaping.

Risking several lifetimes of hopelessness and exhaustion. One second away. Willing to suffer alone, without direction, for 100's of years in darkness. Just for a chance to be with it, for one…more…second.

That “part” is the product of when two people forget what made it worth the risk in the first place. Still, all of my memories remain perfect, even the ones that are not.

Men, quit cheating. I hold no judgment, but your lack of self-control and respect to another human being serves no one except yourself. Even more so to the guys who are out to intentionally sabotage the future of two people.

Trust doesn’t have the ability to go back in time, yet can negatively carry into the future.

Women, stop lying. Hold yourselves accountable. Your decisions affect more than just you. The truth always comes out. It takes away from the level of respect you were once held to in the first place. Which is what can give a man that feeling that he really is the luckiest man in the world. Don’t take that away from him, as without knowing, it forever slips from your grasps as well.

Respect is Life. Every day you earn it. It is you, and it doesn’t get another chance.

They may not understand your intentions, but if you are mature enough to control your pride, they can’t ignore the relentless sacrifice and unprecedented, fear driven efforts you make to let them know how much they made an impact on your existence.

That series of chaotic events is how growth emerges and defines who you are today.

Respect doesn’t grow old, and there is no such thing as new trust.

Bestcause Love is a Loyalty Sworn. NOT BURNED.