The love for a city is perhaps something a bit unknown.
We say. ‘I love New York’ and ‘I AMsterdam’.
A known love or a heart’s desire.
Who knows?
But there is something with Lisbon.
Hidden in Europese’s corner.
Author: Lakshmi
Just a love message
I stood in the shower. The water touched my skin, my body was silent and still.
I stood there so quiet, that I almost thought I had done something wrong.
Words that I wanted to write to you came to my mind.
But I have already written it to you someday.
Writing to you once again, would make me a fool.
So I am writing it here.
Leaving it up in the air. Up to chance.
A message in a bottle.
Equal Love
I don’t know exactly anymore how we finished the conversation.
But I remember turning around again and sitting behind my computer.
I was at work, having this conversation.
While staring at the screen of the computer, I had to think of my mother.
How I could still feel her. Around me.
Tears were coming up.
What is beautifull is beautifull in all languages
‘Why do you write in English?’ He asked.
‘Aren’t you Dutch?’ He continued.
‘Do you still speak the language where you come from, Indian?’
He asked.
I believe this isn’t love.
Lately my mind goes to the word commitment.
What that means and how that looks like in life. Perhaps it is not only about being committed, but even more about what happens before.
Binding.
Message of Love
‘Do you understand that when you unfollow someone on Instagram it is hurting their feelings?’
‘No’, I replied. ‘I don’t understand that’.
‘I don’t experience it in this way, because it doesn’t say anything, besides the fact that I am not following you on Instagram anymore’, I continued.
I love you. Unconditonally too.
When I watch the reels on Instagram I feel sad.
I often wonder how the world has become like this.
What is it to be a Hedonist?
‘What is this thing with Hedonism?’ I asked him.
He took something out of the fridge and walked back to the stove. He was cooking. I was sitting on a little stool, a glass of red wine was on the table.
Cheating as a form of love
I am surprised about some Love stories out there. Perhaps it is an algorithm I am catching, but I am receiving a lot of these Love stories on my feed. Not necessarily one specific feed.
Not complaining though. I am always intrigued about what there is out there when it comes to love.
It is not specifically one story that has been catching my eye lately. More over multiple stories and it gave me reason (for myself) to light my view over it.
A deep felt love
For a long time I have wondered. ‘Did my father love my mother?’
It wasn’t a random question.
In relationships I always felt so in love with the other person. It wasn’t something that was painful.
I was loving secretly.