The Love Journey of Lakshmi
On the topic of loneliness there is something else I’d like to mention.
Perhaps something in a more positive light.
Because when I think of being alone, or lonely.
To me it feels like a bad taste in my mouth.
The epiphany of the following story actually came from some of my own words.
‘I don’t miss you, in case you thought that’.
Then out of nothing I heard the door.
Someone was leaving the house.
I listened a bit more and heard footsteps going down the stairs.
Loneliness had just left my house.
Although I write perhaps sometimes a bit fictional, there is always a certain amount of reality and it is nothing out of this world.
Nothing we don’t know or we shouldn’t be ashamed of.
The thoughts I have and the feelings I am feeling.
The things I am saying and the things I am writing.
The point I’d like to make is that when it comes to the love stories I write, it comes from my point of view.
The things I see and experience.
If others see something in it for themselves, they can take it.
It is safe to do it like that.
If there is Love in After Life, is a difficult question if you ask me that.
I hope there is.
And somehow it makes sense to me.
In this story I give you my experiences and what I think about the topic of After Life.
I hope it is one you can live with.
And when that moment happens.
That he keeps standing on his two feet.
Not letting his ego get in his way.
I will say something like : ‘No, I am Lakshmi’.
Because that is the name I prefer to be called.
A moment in time, where something unexpected happened and I see all of sudden the future flashing before my eyes.
Me getting comfortable with myself.
With being different.
Perhaps even falling in love.
We need to trust our intuition, following our senses, to not be fooled with what our eyes are seeing, don’t be afraid of the unknown and take care of the situation.
To be able to come to that point we can only make a choice from the heart.
Because that is the way love goes and the way to heart of the princess.
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.
If it is love related is the question.
Perhaps not even that important to know.
I guess this is where I need to start.
When it comes to finding him.
What is my priority?
It was one of the last questions my psychologist asked me in the counseling session I had.
In my next story I hope I can write down what that is.
Or at least why this is my priority.
It is my homework for the next meeting I am going to have with her.
I am going to skip using dating apps as a source for finding my partner.
Although I know he is there, to me it is more important that we are meeting each other at a place where it is safe and secure.
That is the only ground to build from.