If you would ask me, what the meaning of my life is, my answer would always be, without hesitation or consideration and at any time of the day or night: LOVE.
Love – because it is my main engine and source of creative energy.
Love – because from it I draw all my energy.
Love – because it is the force that moves me and doesn’t allow me to quit.
Love – because it is the core and essence of my being.
Love – because it awakes quiet and peace in me.
When I talk about love, I also mean the love of life, family, my friends, love of writing, music, dance, nature, the love of the blue sky, as well as the soft breeze that is ruffling my hair while I am writing this right now.
But when I talk about love, you know I also mean the love that takes your breath away.
The love that sweeps us off our feet.
The love that gives us butterflies everytime we see him.
The love that makes our knees weak and our body tremble.
I mean the love that has no room for pretending and acting, but only has room for you and who you truly are.
I mean the love that doesn’t seek excuses, but ways.
The love that understands, forgives and gives.
I mean the love where you don’t mind that he is still a little boy deep in his soul, and you let him grow and have the experiences his soul has come to seek.
Yes I mean the love of him.
I could write thousands of pages about that kind of love by just letting my heart and soul spill out.
And I could still write more… and it would never be enough.
A few days ago I asked you on my Instagram how you knew that your partner was the one… and whether there was someone, who you thought would be one, but for some reason it didn’t work out.
While I was reading your comments, I came to a lot of realizations, which I had needed in that moment. I was overcome with emotions. A lot of your comments made me tear up but also smile.
Everything that I had been holding in came out to the surface.
Oh how silly I was to even think that I could hide it or run away from it…
You can’t hide or run from the love that belongs to you.
It will catch you, in a month, in one or five years – but that doesn’t matter, right? What matters is the process of realization.
What matters is the moment when your eyes meet again and you know that is for sure.