We are what we are surrounded by.
Or at least what we ought to be.
Which can have many meanings.
Our surroundings tells us something.
Where we are and where we are going.
What is lacking or something we are wanting.
What we dream about or something we need to let go of.
Perhaps the environment we are in is even more important.
We can even call it an environment of love.
Or just my imagination setting off.
Cloud nine is a nice place to be.
Where I can rest and let reality be for whatever it is.
A vacation for my mind, to come back down to earth, to this environment of love.
A pond to bait, what is necessary for us to gain.
A perspective we need to see, an insight or just something as light as a feather.
Whatever it holds or entails, for anyone specific or just in general.
This environment is set up for us to understand what is there for us to know.
What is out there and where we can connect to.
To get us excited for the road ahead or even know what is within our reach.
Isn’t that beautiful?
At least a world I am experiencing.
I’d like to share it with you in this story.
If you don’t mind at least.
It is where I was finding myself in a scene, listening to what others were saying.
A bit later I was reading a story, a girl wrote it.
One she liked to share with me.
It was about her boyfriend, she said.
It was in English, so her boyfriend could read it.
He came from England.
Perhaps not really necessary to know for this story.
She sent the text to my phone, where I was reading her story.
Phrases about her experience, of how she met her boyfriend.
Somewhere abroad.
‘Scene of falling in love’, is what I like to call it.
If I would have to give that story a title.
Where they were when they met.
What she thought was attractive about him.
It was very poetic, the way she had written those sentences.
Using that kind of writing to express what she was feeling.
She liked him very much, I have to tell.
Something I was getting from her story.
Sweet to read that kind of vulnerability.
‘Very nice!’ Beautiful and dreamy’. I responded to her sharing.
Something I wrote back to her, giving gratitude to her braveness.
Sharing your deepest feelings is something special and also very scary.
Nothing I could relate to.
I only have a soft and gentle heart.
But perhaps one day it will happen to me and I can share my own ‘scene of falling in love’.
How we met, what I like about him and describe in my own words what I think I find attractive.
His eyes are one thing, his hair perhaps also.
Something I already wrote down.
The good thing is my stories are in English, which would be just convenient.
I guess, I don’t have to worry.
Not to say he is from England, however I believe we will be speaking english.
It all sounds romantic to me, falling in love.
Not a mindset or something considering someone.
A state of being running through our own system.
An environment, a space that holds ground.
Where we are making the steps to just do that.
Falling love, because we are what we are surrounded by.