Laying the first brick to a house you wanna call home

Calling when you say you're going to call is the very first brick in the house you are building of love and trust. If he can't lay this one stupid brick down, you ain't never going to have a house, baby. And it's cold outside......(---)

I have personally spent a huge part of my life with people who think that the way to tell someone that you are a part of the family or home is by buying them stuff. That does not give off a feeling of security. You cant live in a house where it is devoid of trust and love. You cannot enjoy family life if you cannot lay naked in your complete naturalness. Buying me a house is not giving me a home. Buying me diamonds is not telling me that you love and appreciate me. Not when you cannot find it in you to call me and include me in your life.

You can easily tell if and when someone appreciates you through his or her voice, in his or her gestures, in his or her touch. You cannot possibly feel all of that genuineness in non-human things.

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Marsha Maung: I write. I love. I live

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