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Pretty words

   Sometimes I think I am this person who just believes in pretty words. You know the ones that make you have flutters in your stomach and stars in your eyes. The words that cause lovers to jump overboard and fall madly and deeply in what they think is love. But then, most of the time, I wake up. I realize that those words are just words.
    However, if I didn't believe in those pretty words then there would be no such thing as belief. I understand that words without actions are nothing...they are void. But I also understand that it takes a great deal to actually say those pretty words. I will admit that I have been a slave to words. Sometimes even believing that words are enough, but they aren't really. They aren't.
    And the beauty of those words aren't in their speaking but in their fruition of action. I would venture to say that I am a Slytherin for a reason. I can manipulate to the point where I can get anyone to like me, perhaps even love me, but reciprocating (I do) is not as easily as the manipulation process. I don't consider this to be a point of exultation of myself. No, in fact, it would probably be a downfall. It is what I do and do well. 
    I am learning, the older I get that words, even if they come out of my mouth can't always be trusted. I am blessed to have friends that trust me, and they should, because I have learned that if I am going to say something, I need to back it up. So when I say that I love you...I have to show it. So when I say that I trust you...I need to explain it. So when I say that I need you...I have to desire it.
    I am not going to say that what I am writing here is just pretty words. I have yet to write on my blog just pretty words. These are my heart's words. They are the things that flow through my mind and out my fingers onto the page. These are honest words. I told him last night that I don't have the ability to be dishonest on here...it is not how I wish to live. I wish to live openly and honestly. If not, then there is no point. The pretty words cease to be pretty any longer.

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