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.
A french love story
‘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.
Love is an investment
‘I envy you for your choices’.
‘That you are a bit picky when it comes to men’.
It is what someone said to me one day.
Resistant to love
There is something I want to say and set straigth about arranged marriage.
After my father died and my mother was left with me. It was the opinion of white people I believed.
To find the kiss of love
I have kissed him already many times.
But this kiss, was a first.
Perhaps even a different feeling.
Sometimes he kisses me like he really wants to have me.
I have had one time that he kissed me and I could taste that his mind was somewhere where, he shouldn’t be.
Love in nowhere to be found
Love is such a broad concept and is something that keeps us wondering.
Perhaps it even keeps us alive.
Is it the thought of finding this incredible feeling.
This is at least how I grasp it, when I think of it.
For knowing that I carry my mother’s love
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.
The voice of Love
It is not that I want to speak about some content that I have been seeing.
Rather that I want to clarify some things about the female being.
Perhaps I am becoming a feminist, or something I already was.
Now it is just ready to be blooming.
The irony is of course that it comes from some content that I have been watching, that brought it to my surface. The things I want to be speaking about.
For the purpose of uplifting women
It is perhaps the month or the astrology of what is behind it.
But I want to talk about something that is called the feminine rage.
With a simple google search, the following is what is coming to the surface.
‘Feminine rage is the physiological, ancestral, naked and embodied response to things gone wrong in the world. This tradition, like every other, is patriarchal. It was articulated, written, and transmitted for the benefit of men. That often leaves women in the dust’.
Love is a hunting game
When it comes to men, I think the guys that fall for me are quite simple.
And the question is of course, is there any attraction the other way around.
Not to put any blame, just not discarding here my own responsibility.
Opposites attract perhaps?
What else could it really be?