It is the mystery of what Casanova holds.
Perhaps he doesn’t even know himself.
The words alone are enough to make me find out.
Another experience I’d like to add to find that kiss that belongs to me.
Can the clothes we wear lead to something love related?
The story I have in mind is about a guy that asked me a question.
He was happy it was spring almost summer, he said.
Looking at them girls.
All the girls were wearing their flesh.
Short skirts and shirts that wouldn’t cover much.
Eye candy you can say it is.
For the ones that fall for those types.
And while he was expressing what his eyes were seeing, I could understand what he was saying.
Love advice from a female perspective
‘Thanks for your message’, is what I said.
‘I believe it is important for you to express your feelings, since you are saying that you will regret it, if you won’t’.
‘You can write a letter and tell her what you would say’, is what I wrote back to him.
‘Then, when you have finished the letter, you can decide if you will tell her’.
‘It might happen, that all the scenarios you have in mind will automatically fall away’.
‘I think it is most important in this situation, that you express your feelings’.
Is how I ended this message to him.
‘Wooow’, was his answer to what I had said to him.
Do we need to look for love on earth?
To conclude we already know that there are people on earth not looking for love.
A realization when I was writing this story.
It made me think if there is actually someone on earth that does?
Perhaps I can call it a form of self love
All I want to express is what happened to me and that these conditions I had to live in are not a form of love.
A thought of love
She lives on in me and so will I.
Can mindfulness be a platform for love to come in?
Because when we stay connected with who we are.
O better to say to be mindful.
To think before we act and pause before we go.
It is a recipe where love can come it.
What is the answer to : ‘Am I looking for love?’
Am I looking for love?
A question I asked.
It is how I ended my last story with the same title.
Am I looking for love?
It is that I wonder.
Perhaps another question that is rising.
Is the reason that I watch the world go by like this, that I am looking for love?