The Love Journey of Lakshmi
I find it weird to write about it.
And I didn’t even start yet.
I needed a minute to think about, if this was really something I wanted to write about at all.
That minute became a day, or two.
Perhaps even three.
At least it wasn’t that long ago.
And here I am.
Something is happening.
And I find it hard to express.
I have been on this road before and I have said things then also.
Is this a mindfuck of what I am thinking?
I can see my thoughts and everything that comes with it.
However, nothing really happens.
I think that is for the better.
And then my life continues again.
But most of all, an interest brings you closer to yourself.
Where the good remains, for people to see who you truly are.
A story about not fitting in, is something I felt appropiate to write.
Because we all do, sometimes.
Or somehow.
The reason this came to my mind, was due something I experienced.
And that is all that I am going to say about it.
The question is not if I fitted in just there.
I just didn’t.
That is the truth about that.
I was trying to be someone, to be part of a crowd.
Many reasons I can give for that.
But what is somehow unknown, is what it does underneath the surface.
But when it comes to identity there is so much more.
That we don’t know of, or just not aware of.
It could be both.
It is even the things we wear, the place we stay, the products we use.
To form us from the inside.
And to continue, this can even have an effect on the partner for life we finally choose.
If cultural identity is a start for that.
Perhaps it is a bit bolt to say.
However that it has an impact on us as such.
There is no doubt about it, for sure.
It would be built up from inside out.
With saying this, I mean to say that the eye also wants something.
Ugly, wouldn’t suit me, just because I am not that.
A bright mind would help also.
But most important is that feeling of protection and safety.
To say, you don’t have to be a prince to receive such a kiss.
And that to me sounds like a journey of love.
To come back at that realization I was having.
After giving that kiss.
I am no princess and I can not turn someone into a prince.
Change him into someone he is not, let me say it like this.
It is the mystery of what Casanova holds.
Perhaps he doesn’t even know himself.
The words alone are enough to make me find out.
Another experience I like to add to find that kiss that belongs to me.
The story I have in mind is about a guy that asked me a question.
He was happy it was spring almost summer, he said.
Looking at them girls.
All the girls were wearing their flesh.
Short skirts and shirts that wouldn’t cover much.
Eye candy you can say it is.
For the ones that fall for those types.
And while he was expressing what his eyes were seeing, I could understand what he was saying.
‘Thanks for your message’, is what I said.
‘I believe it is important for you to express your feelings, since you are saying that you will regret it, if you won’t’.
‘You can write a letter and tell her what you would say’, is what I wrote back to him.
‘Then, when you have finished the letter, you can decide if you will tell her’.
‘It might happen, that all the scenarios you have in mind will automatically fall away’.
‘I think it is most important in this situation, that you express your feelings’.
Is how I ended this message to him.
‘Wooow’, was his answer to what I had said to him.