My dear sweet Pepper;
I hear you! Love can be a web of illusion, delusion and pain. But it's also a wonderful journey of discovery, beautiful feelings and hope for the future.
Love opens us up to 'life'. We take more risks and the world seems more vibrant and new. Fears dissipate as we have another to lean on.
The love of your life though, stares back at you in the mirror. For without her, nothing else exists.
We attract who we need, who gets us and who'll challenge us. It can't be perfect or pure because we aren't; we're flawed.
What matters, is love of course, but it's also being able go the distance; with courage, strength and empathy for one another. Skills that promote longevity with practical life as well as emotional, physical and mental challenges. And more importantly, knowing how to argue and make up afterwards...tolerance and forgiveness.
If we can give these attributes to ourselves, 'that' person will appear. Hopefully we'll be ready.
I don't remember you writing of love before; it's refreshing and nice for me to get to know that side of you better. Thankyou...
I used to hide under my blanket too when I was in my 20's from debilitating PMT. All day in bed with food and drinks within reach, I ruminated about suicide incessantly while telling myself it'd be over by nightfall.
Every month this would happen until I realised being a woman scared me. I learnt this from my dreams. I understood myself better with some lengthy self talk and the PMT gradually went away. One must feel 'loveable' to accept love.
I love you my sweet girl. I choose to because you're totally loveable to me.
Reaching out to you from my poota; 🙂
Sez xoxox
