The story of the princess and the ring of love is about finding that love that fits your standard and lives up to your expectation.
Whatever that might be.
The Love Journey of Lakshmi
The story of the princess and the ring of love is about finding that love that fits your standard and lives up to your expectation.
Whatever that might be.
How beautiful what this stare in my eyes was showing.
By not following his eyes, but closing mine, staring it down.
It was telling this story.
A softness I am expressing, a way to be compassionate about him.
I think he is also just human, going with what he has.
I guess that is just what it is.
Although it did make me angry just a little.
The way he stared into my eyes.
It is an invasion of my space, perhaps even time.
Where I am asleep from the inside for reasons that are good for me.
Taking a rest doesn’t always happen when we have our eyes closed.
From a human perspective you would do too, honestly.
However that stare woke me up, to understand that fire I have inside of me.
The difference in this context between a commitment and relationship has to do with that we start being committed to ourselves which can result in being in a relationship.
If you would ask me at least.
Being committed to ourselves is the start of being in a relationship.
Where we are committed to ourselves in becoming those parts that are necessary to love.
Necessary for ourselves to become, to be loved by someone.
Just to say that a successful relationship is not a fulfillment when we reach that kind of destination.
Having children or being married. Just as examples.
I still believe this is outdated, perhaps even an outdated mindset.
To say that these examples can be a block of love for the ones out there looking for any kind of commitment.
However, the side note I want to make.
The older we get, the more experienced we are getting.
The more experiences we are having.
The good and ugly ones.
The ones we like to forget and perhaps hold some shame around.
But the truth is, with experience comes a package.
Something we can call age even.
Perhaps that is the reason why.
Why we are not able to find love at an older age.
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.
It could be a start to something.
More.
Perhaps even something love related.
Because that is who I am.
The house I am living in, so to speak.
Perhaps it is even big enough for us to live together as well.
Where I make the decision if that dating app is a ground to find that someone that is good for my heart.
I guess another boundaries I am putting.
Where I have the experience that I remain believing in love.
And if it isn’t that, a commitment where I can keep believing in myself.