The Love Journey of Lakshmi
The story I have in mind is about a guy that asked me a question.
He was happy it was spring almost summer, he said.
Looking at them girls.
All the girls were wearing their flesh.
Short skirts and shirts that wouldn’t cover much.
Eye candy you can say it is.
For the ones that fall for those types.
And while he was expressing what his eyes were seeing, I could understand what he was saying.
‘Thanks for your message’, is what I said.
‘I believe it is important for you to express your feelings, since you are saying that you will regret it, if you won’t’.
‘You can write a letter and tell her what you would say’, is what I wrote back to him.
‘Then, when you have finished the letter, you can decide if you will tell her’.
‘It might happen, that all the scenarios you have in mind will automatically fall away’.
‘I think it is most important in this situation, that you express your feelings’.
Is how I ended this message to him.
‘Wooow’, was his answer to what I had said to him.
To conclude we already know that there are people on earth not looking for love.
A realization when I was writing this story.
It made me think if there is actually someone on earth that does?
All I want to express is what happened to me and that these conditions I had to live in are not a form of love.
She lives on in me and so will I.
Because when we stay connected with who we are.
O better to say to be mindful.
To think before we act and pause before we go.
It is a recipe where love can come it.
Am I looking for love?
A question I asked.
It is how I ended my last story with the same title.
It is that I wonder.
Perhaps another question that is rising.
Is the reason that I watch the world go by like this, that I am looking for love?
I am struggling with words.
Not able to speak properly.
Stuttering, forgetting what I was saying or just not knowing the words anymore.
And that does something to me.