Whatever had happened, I still can’t fully grasp.
I received a text.
From him.
I broke it off with him, just a few weeks ago.
Again.
This was the third time already.
Category: Commitment
A true love story
A love overseas or is it just living ´la vie en rose´?
La vie en rose, ´A life in pink´ or meaning ´Seeing life through rose-coloured glasses´.
Which is self explanatory.
I am thinking.
Is to have a love overseas, something too romantic?
And if we want to have this kind of romance, shouldn´t it be within our reach?
The truth about the nice guy
´Dating the Nice Guy´.
Just some words that caught my eye.
I don´t know if it was an advertisement or some story that was passing by.
Something that was alluring to me the least.
The story started with a girl that met a guy.
They bumped into each other and met on several occasions.
Pretty randomly.
The journey of Love
The finding of a place called home is not something easily to consider.
And I don’t even know if I can call it a journey of love.
It is a journey in itself.
The start of this, I believe, is something brave.
I just don’t know how this ends.
Or where I will be.
It is a decision that I need to make.
I don’t know how it will end.
I even don’t know the way to that destination.
Perhaps that is already the destination in itself.
Something I just remembered.
I once told a story to my friend.
A true one, someone that I actually lived and did.
Once I was in Denmark.
Are women fighting with their partner to make them bind?
I heard they were having a fight.
It wasn’t a particular fight.
And it wasn’t that I overheard anything.
But somehow I had heard that there was a fight and my name was mentioned in that fight.
I believe that I might even have been the cause of this fight.
I was surprised. Surely.
Why would you have a fight over me?
Does Love die?
There was this article I was reading.
It was about two people who had decided to step out of life, together.
A forced death by themselves, cause they had decided they couldn’t live without the other.
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.
Love recipe
When it comes to marriage, I am thinking about my parents.
Arranged married, Indian, that is what it is mainly.
If that involves love?
I don’t know, really.
There seems to be a lot of mystery around that.
Arranged marriage.
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.
A true meaning of Love
Love Language seems to come back in my life.
A video on Facebook I have seen several times.
The explanation and even examples.
Presented in a stand up show.
Not the same as I have been watching before.
However something was missing.