Another You

  

 You don't know what you have till it's gone

Best I ever had to the worst, still makes me mad

From moving way too fast to moving on Whispers of the past, like scars that ever last And then you send me that shit Why'd you send me that message? Won't you show some respect To that chick you tryna mess with Baby, don't you remember Only took you 'bout a minute To go make a bad decision Maybe you ain't heard the news Now I got another you Only took about a week or two It wasn't hard to fill your shoes Now I got another you I don't need to hear anything 'Cause all your second chances, you just took advantage Oh boy does it damage helping hands Now I got it better but, man, it did my head in When you send me that shit Why'd you send me that message? Won't you show some respect To that chick you tryna mess with Baby, don't you remember Only took you about a minute To go make a bad decision Maybe you ain't heard the news Now I got another you Only took about a week or two It wasn't hard to fill your shoes Now I got another you Now I got another you I hope you find another me someday Hope you find another love that's great I hope you find another me someday Hope you find another love that's great I hope you find another me someday Hope you find another love that's great And when you find another me someday You'll probably fuck it up the same old way Maybe you ain't heard the news Now I got another you Only took about a week or two It wasn't hard to fill your shoes Now I got another you Now I got another you Now I got another you

 Piglet: “Pooh?” 

Pooh: “Yes, Piglet?” 

Piglet: “Do sunsets always feel a little… comforting?”

Pooh: “Mm-hmm. I think they do. They remind us that even busy days know how to rest.”
Piglet: “Oh… I like that. Sometimes I forget to rest.”
Pooh: (smiling softly)
“That’s why the sky helps us remember. It slows down so we slow down too.”
Piglet: “Pooh?”
Pooh: “Yes?”

Piglet: “Do you think tomorrow will be a good day?”
Pooh: “I think it will be whatever it needs to be. And we’ll handle it together, which makes it good enough already.”
Piglet: (leans a little closer)
“Pooh… does anything ever worry you?”
Pooh: “Oh, sometimes. Even bears worry.”
Piglet: “What do you do when you worry?”
Pooh: “I sit with someone who helps the world feel less heavy… like you.”
Piglet: “…Really?”
Pooh: “Really. And then I watch the sky until my heart remembers that everything changes—clouds, colors, feelings. Nothing stays heavy forever.”
Piglet: “That makes me feel braver.”
Pooh: “Sunsets do that, Piglet. They whisper, ‘You made it through today… and you’ll make it through tomorrow too.’”
Piglet: “Thank you, Pooh.”
Pooh: “Thank you for sitting with me. Moments like this are better when shared.”

 “You know,” Pooh said softly, turning the little flower between his paws, “I used to think that when someone hurt me, I had to show them I was stronger.”

He paused, watching the petals sway in the breeze. “But now I think strength isn’t about fighting back. It’s about walking away without carrying the same darkness that hurt you.”

He smiled faintly, his voice barely louder than the wind. “Anger is heavy, and revenge only keeps you where the pain lives. But forgiveness — or even quiet acceptance — that’s what sets you free.”

Piglet, sitting nearby, nodded slowly. “So, you just… let go?”

Pooh looked up at the sky. “Yes,” he whispered. “Because peace feels better than proving a point. The best revenge is to become someone softer, wiser, and kinder — someone who still believes in good, even after being shown the bad.”

And with that, he placed the flower gently beside his notebook, letting the sun warm his fur and his heart all at once.

 

Piglet: “Pooh?”

Pooh: “Yes, Piglet?”

Piglet: “How do you know when someone loves you?”

Pooh: “Oh, that’s easy,” said Pooh, resting his chin on his paws. “It’s in the little things. When they listen, even when you don’t have much to say. When they wait for you to catch up, even though they could walk faster. When they remember how you take your tea, or hold your paw when the world feels too big.”

Piglet: “So… you don’t have to say it?”

Pooh: “You can,” said Pooh softly. “But sometimes you don’t have to. Love doesn’t always talk. Sometimes it just stays.”

Piglet smiled — that small, quiet kind of smile that makes everything feel safe. “Then I suppose,” he whispered, “I must be very loved.”

Pooh: “You are,” said Pooh, “and I am too.”

And for a long while after that, they just stayed there — no words, no hurry, just the kind of love that doesn’t need spelling at all.

Some days are simply meant for… being.

 

Eeyore lowered his head and murmured, “I’m not much good today, Pooh.”

Pooh shuffled a little closer, his voice soft and warm. “That’s all right, Eeyore. Some days aren’t meant for being much good. Some days are simply meant for… being.”

Eeyore let out a small, weary sigh.
“Everything feels a bit heavier than usual. Not the kind you can see. Just the kind that sits inside you.”

Pooh nodded slowly, as if he understood every unspoken part.
“Then I’ll stay right here and help you carry it.”

Eeyore blinked in confusion.
“But you can’t see it, Pooh. It’s not the sort of heavy you can pick up.”

“I know,” Pooh said gently. “But even invisible heaviness can feel lighter when someone stands beside you.”

For a long moment, Eeyore just looked at him — as if searching for the right words, or perhaps trying to believe he deserved them. Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said,
“Thank you, Pooh.”

Pooh smiled, warm as honey in sunlight.
“You don’t need to thank me, Eeyore. That’s what friends do. They stay. They listen. They sit in the quiet with you. Even when they can’t change the weather inside your heart.” 

Pooh gently settled down at Eeyore’s side, their shoulders almost touching.
“Besides,” he added, “cloudy days aren’t so bad when you don’t face them alone.”

Eeyore gave a tiny nod — the kind that meant more than words.
And together they stayed, saying nothing, sharing everything, letting the heaviness become just a little easier to hold.

 

“Pooh,” said Piglet softly, “how do you know if someone is really your friend?”

Pooh thought for a long while, because these sorts of questions required the very best kind of thinking. Finally, he said, “You know, Piglet, because they’re still there. They stay on rainy days and sunny ones, on days when you feel small and on days when you feel braver. A true friend is someone who doesn’t count the minutes or the miles, but simply stays.”

Piglet felt quite comforted by this, because being small sometimes made him worry he might be forgotten. “So,” he said, “it doesn’t matter if you’re the first to arrive, as long as you never go away?”

“That’s it,” Pooh replied, nodding wisely. “Friendship isn’t about who came first, or who knew you the longest. It’s about who comes and never leaves. And that makes even the smallest heart feel very big.”

And Piglet sat a little closer on the log, and Pooh smiled his thoughtful smile, and the Hundred Acre Wood felt very safe indeed—because some friendships, once found, are forever.

There's still men who ....

 

There's still men who ....

There are still men out there who will sit and listen to you while looking deep into your eyes.

There are still men out there who will take accountability for their actions and not only admit, but apologize when they are wrong.

There are still men out there that are aware of their behaviour towards you and will take the necessary steps to never make you feel like that ever again.

There are still men out there that want to grow old with you and pursue this thing we call life together.

There are men out there that will never have you questioning where you stand in his life.

There are men out there that will write you a hand written letter just to let you know how blessed they are to have you come into their life.

Listen to me when I say this .....

You don't have to spend years of your life surrounding yourself with someone who doesn't know how to communicate or have emotional intelligence.

You and I both know you deserve someone that will give you the world.

Don't settle until you find it..

~ Cody Bret.

Grateful for being me

 "One day," said Pooh softly, looking into the mirror, "I decided to stop wishing I was someone braver, cleverer, or thinner... and just be grateful for being me."

He tilted his head, studying the bear staring back at him — a bear who had made mistakes, who had eaten too much honey, who sometimes got lost in the woods of worry, but always found his way back with kindness.

"You’ve carried me through every storm," he whispered to his reflection. "You’ve kept believing even when I doubted. And that makes you rather wonderful, doesn’t it?"

The bear in the mirror smiled. Pooh smiled back. And for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like he needed to change a thing.

I don't know how to tell you this

 I don't know how to tell you this

but I need to be brutally honest

for a minute.

You are not who you think you are.

You are not what you have been told.

You are not what you have come to

believe about yourself.

Listen.

You are vast.

And holy.

And orchestrated.

You are waterfalls.

And green grass.

And sunflowers bursting with seeds.

You are chosen.

Do you even know what it means

to be chosen?

Tenderly sought after.

Longed for.

Woven out of the purest form

of love ever to have existed.

You are delighted in.

An image bearer.

A reflection of your Creator.

He spoke breath into your lungs

because YOU matter.

Because YOU have purpose.

And because YOU were made

for this precise time in history.

NOBODY else can take your place.

So live like it.

Be so extravagant in love

that people stop to wonder

where on earth it all came from.

Then tell them.