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.
Tag: heart
It matters that you love yourself
A love contract written from the heart
La vie en rose exists, but I rather want something that blossoms when the sun sets and where I wake up without thinking too much about if my heart needs to be strong.
Perhaps even waking up to something where I can hold his hand and he gives me a kiss on the cheek.
I am just signing up for something that is meant for me.
Where do broken hearts go?
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.
Love expectations
A light in the darkness, where I can not hide.
Lifting me up, where I can not do it myself.
Positivity where I feel energized.
Or can charge.
A place where we can meet in space and time.
In quantity and quality.
A hug, or just a kiss on the cheek.
Understanding when I am weak.
Learning and growing from each other.
Even when we don’t know how to do that.
To not go over each other boundaries.
Or at least listening to what the other has to say about it.
I guess you can call it emotional support.
To be the other side of the half.
Giving space to be.
Not letting me wait in the rain.
Opening the door, so I can go in.
Perhaps even a baby
One day
A french love story
‘But you know he is French’, is what my friend told me.
It was a reversed warning, because it was something I already knew.
And also because me and my french lover had ended it already.
The french are not that reliable when it comes to love.
The irony.
A Love so real
Sometimes we need to be alone.
Just a walk of life.
For our own specific reasons.
Lately I am alone a lot.
There is just nobody. Really.
This is not some sad love story.
However, my heart has been broken.
I have cried many tears.
The act of love
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.