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Relationships are like Plants ❤️



A Relationship is not a degree or a diploma which we can start anytime & finish in 3-4 years, It's a lifetime course, not just to study but to feel, understand and live❤️

Isn't it?

Relationships are like living things: they are either growing or dying

Relationships grow and flourish when we invest in them & nurture them

Relationships are like plants 🌱

They need to be nurtured & watered to grow & to develop

Neglect this & the relationship soon loses its gloss, its lustre & its ability to stand the weathering of time

The words we use are powerful

They can make or break our relations

It takes years to mould a relationship but only a fraction of second for it to be shattered 💔

Remember that it is quicker to destroy than build

The glue that holds all relationships together is trust, & trust is based on integrity

&

Honesty is the pillar on which the relations stand🙌

Trust is a highly valuable asset that can either make or break us especially the relationships we have with our family & friends

All Relationships Keep GOING As Long As ING Is Not Removed And E Is Not Added As The First Letter

Let's skip E and let it GO 🙌❤️

Are you with me?

Trust is as fragile as glass, in which it is easy to break and very hard to get back.

Once a trust with someone is broken, the scars are so deep that they are forever embedded in a person’s mind

Let's use words that show respect, love, and hope🙌

Let's not allow our impulsiveness and egoistic behaviour break our relationships , they shall not lose their lustre, for it takes years to get that shine, but a second to get tarnished!

Let's Plant the seeds we want to grow🌱❤️

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