The act of love is basically just doing.
It is what I am thinking.
When we marry, we say ‘I do’.
This is how I came up with this thinking.
The end is where it begins.
Right?
Or is it just me being Indian?
Living in some spiritual galaxy.
A true meaning of Love
Love Language seems to come back in my life.
A video on Facebook I have seen several times.
The explanation and even examples.
Presented in a stand up show.
Not the same as I have been watching before.
However something was missing.
What does a romantic date look like?
What does a romantic date look like, according to you?
A question.
It was written on this tea bag.
A girl I know was drinking this tea and showed the text of the bag on her Instagram story.
‘A romantic date, what is that?’ Was her question.
She had put this text on the content of this little story.
‘Perhaps you should write it down’, I wrote.
‘Yes, that is a good one..’, was her answer to me.
From the perspective of being truly loved
There is this reel on Instagram I keep on watching.
Over and over again. The same video’s.
It has been weeks already.
So much of his reels and posts I have seen.
It is beginning to understand for me, that this repeatedness of this content is trying to show me something that is there for me to comprehend.
A lesson to be learned or something to be said.
Lakshmi Love
‘You know’. Is how I started.
I needed some time to think about what I wanted to say.
What he had told me was very personal and I could see he was still trying to understand for himself what he actually had said.
His face was looking down.
We were sitting a bit apart from each other.
I was looking at him.
The start of Love
Where do I belong?
A question I have thought of.
Many times.
We think of home as a place we can always return to.
Something that is touchable.
Visible and perhaps even something that is not even movable.
Although we move places and we can differ from a physical place.
I wonder.
True love can not be rejected
The tears that fell on my pillow were soft.
Lisbon Love
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.
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.