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.
Category: Relationship
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.
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 look of Love
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.
What does a romantic date look like?
What does a romantic date look like, according to you?
A question.
It was written on this tea bag.
A girl I know was drinking this tea and showed the text of the bag on her Instagram story.
‘A romantic date, what is that?’ Was her question.
She had put this text on the content of this little story.
‘Perhaps you should write it down’, I wrote.
‘Yes, that is a good one..’, was her answer to me.
Just a love message
I stood in the shower. The water touched my skin, my body was silent and still.
I stood there so quiet, that I almost thought I had done something wrong.
Words that I wanted to write to you came to my mind.
But I have already written it to you someday.
Writing to you once again, would make me a fool.
So I am writing it here.
Leaving it up in the air. Up to chance.
A message in a bottle.
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.
I believe this isn’t love.
Lately my mind goes to the word commitment.
What that means and how that looks like in life. Perhaps it is not only about being committed, but even more about what happens before.
Binding.