The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. Rumi
The words come slowly some days, not because I care less for you but because I care so much more. What I feel runs deep in quiet places where only you could travel with me. How does one find the words to write of a part of one soul given to another.
“You cannot take your ego into the unknown, where love wants to lead. If you follow love, your life will become uncertain, and the ego craves certainty.” One night not long ago I found these words on a blog from my other site. I sat staring at them for a moment, the truth of those […]
Though I can feel you close by, I wish you were here right now.
Tonight I was working on a private journal and I struggled as I tried to tell you on those quiet unseen pages, just what it is I feel. I hope if ever you read those pages, you will know what it was I wanted to say. Some seem to say it so easily and so […]