The last couple of days I have been sick.
A slow down of my body.
And many more things.
To give me time for things I needed to learn and know.
A time for introspection and insights for my being.
To understand and grow to become again healthy.
The Love Journey of Lakshmi
The last couple of days I have been sick.
A slow down of my body.
And many more things.
To give me time for things I needed to learn and know.
A time for introspection and insights for my being.
To understand and grow to become again healthy.
Many times I have heard : ‘He is already in a relationship, we just broke up’.
Therefor it was more surprising to me when my friend said : ‘I was in a relationship for a long time, being with someone else already would not be respectfull to her’.
This was the first time I heard something like this.
It was even more surprising to me, coming from a guy telling me this.
We were sitting close to the water.
Not that we were at the beach or sitting on the edge of a fountain.
It was a big pond, at least this how I would call it.
The quirking of the frogs, if that is a pronunciation of the sound they are making, sometimes interupted our conversation.
They were not in that pond we were sitting at, however they were in a little water, close to that.
Perhaps it was something that they wanted to say, however it was only the loudness of their sounds that could come that far.
Sometimes I just search things on the internet, because I am just interested.
Perhaps it is connected with me being a Sagittarius, that I am open to learning.
Lately I found out that is also a mechanism for me to raise my energy, or better to say fill up my battery.
As convenient as it is.
It is just not that I want to know something specific.
The following is what I was reading :
‘Can Asexuals have sex?’
With one of my lovers I had some words.
Arguing is not something I like, but sometimes it just happens.
He had said it already a couple of times.
“They gave you clothes and a roof above your head, you should be more appreciative”.
He was talking about my adoptive parents and even called himself in this argument we had, the advocate of the devil.
I don’t want to say any names, mainly because I do not want to be associated with that person.
Also a calling of a name, says that this person exist.
Of course it is up for debate that I am speaking about it now like this.
But what has to die, eventually will.
Even speaking about it in the highest light.
It must be a new experience.
Something that I am gathering in my cabinet of rarities.
Break ups can be heartfull and causing a lot of pain.
But this experience was something I am happy to have gained.
It is a lost memory.
At least I lost it somehow.
The irony is that I remembered it just now.
It came back to me, because of some decisions I made.
About my life and about the things I was feeling.
Perhaps even things I have experienced.
It was that I was looking at him.
Not in a mischievious way, but I was just looking at him.
He was doing something particular.
I believe he was just sitting behind his laptop, the morrning coffee next to him.
‘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.