Not a Love Letter

You think you love but you long to possess. You admire and love out of pride, because status matters. Beauty drives you crazy with desire. The madness of the impossible lights up your life. You long for safety and protection. Afraid to be alone, you seek the comfort of companionship. You have an insatiable appetite for the softness of their skin.

One day, you are done with love. Out of passion, out of lust. Almost bitter. Craving solitude and quiet.

And suddenly, someone sees you. Looks right through you. Without an agenda, full of curiosity. Loves you, even though you scratch and bite. Suddenly, you love them back, for no reason. And that, is the reason. This total absence of necessity. You love their body without even looking. Their skin is what you crave, the chemistry of togetherness. Their smile makes you smile even in their absence. You don’t make plans, you just are. Together but on your own. Two people who happened to be alive at the same time. And didn’t look away.

Dare to walk through Hell with me

Tell Me A Story

Nobody knows you.
You don’t know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings

D.H. Lawrence

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