It is the mystery of what Casanova holds.
Perhaps he doesn’t even know himself.
The words alone are enough to make me find out.
Another experience I like to add to find that kiss that belongs to me.
The Love Journey of Lakshmi
It is the mystery of what Casanova holds.
Perhaps he doesn’t even know himself.
The words alone are enough to make me find out.
Another experience I like to add to find that kiss that belongs to me.
Where I make the decision if that dating app is a ground to find that someone that is good for my heart.
I guess another boundaries I am putting.
Where I have the experience that I remain believing in love.
And if it isn’t that, a commitment where I can keep believing in myself.
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.
‘I am done with it’, I mean really done with it!’
Her voice was loud and I could hear the frustration.
I was listening to what she was saying and trying to make sense of what she meant.
‘You mean with Alex?’ I asked.
‘You should create your man’, told my friend. We were still walking in the park and it was all that I could remember.
Creation. Does this mean something that doesn’t exist? Is creation something we don’t know or is creation, something that already exists, but we don’t know yet. Is it beyond our own belief that we forgot what existing means? Or have we ever?