While sitting here, behind my laptop, I am not so sure anymore.
A story about a love letter, I thought was appropriate.
The situation changed, mainly with myself.
Life changed, just like that.
All there is left, is what there is.
Nothing more and less.
A reference to something which happened to me.
Someone hit me in the face and I am still recovering from it.
I have pain in my body.
My neck, arm, leg, foot, hand and my face.
All at the same time.
Nothing much was said about it, in the environment I was in.
However, it wasn’t a secret.
I spread the word to some people, because I needed to express it and get it off my chest.
It was all very heavy on my heart, perhaps it still is.
And so I am dedicating another story to love.
A love letter, I am thinking.
What else can it be?
The drama needs to leave my life, even though it wasn’t mine in the first place.
Somehow it has become.
I have come to the point I am getting tired from it.
Which makes no wonder.
Really.
Recovery takes time.
Perhaps that is the lesson.
It doesn’t always go the way we think and want.
Which can even be a love message as such.
Life is beautiful.
Something I need to remind myself.
Because today it isn’t.
I hope tomorrow will.
Hope makes it worth living.
However it is not a cure for all.
Which makes me sad at the same time.
And so, I am writing this letter.
For my mind to find some piece of mind.
The reason I came up with this idea is although I have done nothing wrong and it isn’t my fault.
There is nothing I can do to make this go away.
I am still sick and I still feel this way.
Which makes me very sad.
So, it was something I said to someone who wanted my advice.
It was a couple of days ago.
He needed a female perspective.
The reason he reached out to me.
A girl he met, it was just friendly.
At least according to him.
They hit it off quite well, he said and he started to get some feelings.
However, it was still friendly for him.
The problem was there was a chance she was leaving soon.
He was going to regret if he was not going to tell his feelings to her.
He was afraid it might scare her off and he would never see her again.
Many scenarios were in his head and he just didn’t know what to do.
He asked me if I could share my female perspective.
“Thanks for your message”, I said.
“I believe it is important for you to express your feelings, since you are saying you will regret”.
“At least if you won’t”.
‘You can write a letter and tell her what you would say’, I wrote back to him.
‘When you have finished the letter, you can decide if you will tell her’.
‘It might happen, all the scenarios you have in your head will automatically fall away’.
‘I think it is most important in this situation, you express your feelings’.
‘It is not only the expression of what you feel, just the importance to do what is right in that moment of feeling’.
“Wooow”, was his answer to what I had said to him.
Which is bringing me back to my own experience.
It isn’t as lovely as this guy who came to me.
Asking for my female perspective, to help him get clarity on what to do.
But I believe expressing my feelings wouldn’t do any harm.
A letter I will write.
When finished I will decide if I will tell you.