Struck by a virus, that has led me to stay in bed.
If I count back, it must already be a month.
The virus.
The bounding to my bed, just a few days.
All for purpose, is what I know.
Not the purpose itself. The virus.
The Love Journey of Lakshmi
Struck by a virus, that has led me to stay in bed.
If I count back, it must already be a month.
The virus.
The bounding to my bed, just a few days.
All for purpose, is what I know.
Not the purpose itself. The virus.
It was a bit of a sunny day.
One of those days it was lucky that the sun was still shining in the late afternoon.
We were sitting out of the wind and that gave us almost a summer feeling.
Although it was still winter.
We were sitting on a bench, in a park.
However there was a busy street closeby, where cars were passing by.
We already had to stop our conversation several times from the sirens of ambulances.
Perhaps it was for a reason we needed to stop talking, just for a short while.
There was a lot we talked about.
Lately my mind goes to what kind of love I am attracting.
I spoke about this before in my story ‘law of attraction’.
As I already expressed that I do not want any interference, because that is a path I am walking.
Not only for my own protection.
It is that I am thinking about what kind of love is out there, that could be for me.
A connection that is good for our health and being.
The law of attraction is all about making the right order.
Whatever had happened, I still can’t fully grasp.
I received a text.
From him.
I broke it off with him, just a few weeks ago.
Again.
This was the third time already.
A love overseas or is it just living ´la vie en rose´?
La vie en rose, ´A life in pink´ or meaning ´Seeing life through rose-coloured glasses´.
Which is self explanatory.
I am thinking.
Is to have a love overseas, something too romantic?
And if we want to have this kind of romance, shouldn´t it be within our reach?
´Dating the Nice Guy´.
Just some words that caught my eye.
I don´t know if it was an advertisement or some story that was passing by.
Something that was alluring to me the least.
The story started with a girl that met a guy.
They bumped into each other and met on several occasions.
Pretty randomly.
The finding of a place called home is not something easily to consider.
And I don’t even know if I can call it a journey of love.
It is a journey in itself.
The start of this, I believe, is something brave.
I just don’t know how this ends.
Or where I will be.
It is a decision that I need to make.
I don’t know how it will end.
I even don’t know the way to that destination.
Perhaps that is already the destination in itself.
Something I just remembered.
I once told a story to my friend.
A true one, someone that I actually lived and did.
Once I was in Denmark.
I heard they were having a fight.
It wasn’t a particular fight.
And it wasn’t that I overheard anything.
But somehow I had heard that there was a fight and my name was mentioned in that fight.
I believe that I might even have been the cause of this fight.
I was surprised. Surely.
Why would you have a fight over me?
There was this article I was reading.
It was about two people who had decided to step out of life, together.
A forced death by themselves, cause they had decided they couldn’t live without the other.
Sometimes we need to be alone.
Just a walk of life.
For our own specific reasons.
Lately I am alone a lot.
There is just nobody. Really.
This is not some sad love story.
However, my heart has been broken.
I have cried many tears.