All is really for you.
It is there for you to take and whenever you are ready I will be there on the same side.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Great things are awaiting us.
Well, I guess it was nice meeting you.
Hope to see you soon.
The Love Journey of Lakshmi
All is really for you.
It is there for you to take and whenever you are ready I will be there on the same side.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Great things are awaiting us.
Well, I guess it was nice meeting you.
Hope to see you soon.
The importance of knowing that we know where broken hearts go.
Perhaps even that place in our heart.
An emptiness to fill.
To heal and make it beat again.
For us to return to the part of where love can actually happen.
There is a phase I am going through at the moment.
I call it getting older.
My birthday is in a month and rapid movements are happening.
Mainly in my mind and emotions.
Also parts of my body that are finding relief.
I am sweating so much, feeling tired for no reason.
Want to sleep all day or I forget where I left my umbrella.
Of all things.
Yeah.
Struck by a virus, that has led me to stay in bed.
If I count back, it must already be a month.
The virus.
The bounding to my bed, just a few days.
All for purpose, is what I know.
Not the purpose itself. The virus.
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.
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.
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.
It must have been a rainy day.. At least that’s what I thought it was, outside the sun was shining.
I was thinking about my past relationship. One that was stuck on me, for a long time, perhaps even too long. But there was nothing that I could do about it.