Every day I write, about my life, things I experience when it comes to love and that needs to be processed or said.
At least for myself.
I was wondering.
Something I caught myself, not been doing so much lately.
Wondering.
Category: Family
Love is Patient
I was thinking about marriage and what that really means.
I have met some people, that carry on their finger a ring.
As I have thought about the foundation of love.
Just one of my stories.
I was thinking what can happen when it comes to marriage.
Better to say of how it happens to get married in the first place.
So many ways of reaching that destination, perhaps even a goal of life for some.
A way to heal is to be traveling
One more time I will travel, just a bit.
The plan is becoming more substantial and I am finally getting the hang of it.
A plan that is still in the making.
I am starting to enjoy the process and every single little bit.
As traveling is a journey in itself.
Many times, I have already tried.
Some backpacking, some volunteering, some English teaching.
Some road tripping or just booking to whatever I feel like going.
Some city Hopping or just a weekend elsewhere spending.
Though, this time it will be different.
Does Love conquer the system?
In one of my posts on Instagram.
I am writing about this arranged marriage.
It is the first time I am using content of my own to write a story.
Just being my own inspiration.
Although that post and content is connected to a piece of me.
There is something else I am talking about.
And I want to continue in this story.
Equal Love
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.
A deep felt love
For a long time I have wondered. ‘Did my father love my mother?’
It wasn’t a random question.
In relationships I always felt so in love with the other person. It wasn’t something that was painful.
I was loving secretly.