I once had a samurai who took good care of me.
But I had to let him go, he knows what he did.
Sometimes I think about him and his whereabouts
but then I remember, it’s him who needs to know where I am, not the other way around.
His home is still in my heart, but like a watercolor painting,
the memory of him is also fading.
It’s best this way, I tell myself…
Because his home
is
with
someone
else.
Cómo descascarar a un hombre con la intención de amarlo sin ataduras.
Es fácil amarlo con la mezquina intención de sentir amor, sin importar lo que este amor le cause.
Una vez mas me encuentro perdida entre las ramas del amor.
Se siente como el pasto alto, inofensivo, pero te cubre la mirada. Estoy entre vivir apasionadamente el día a día y entre planear my future and stick to a plan.
Siento que no he escrito de ti porque nunca pensé que llegaría a tomarte tan en serio. A veces es difícil creer que alguien te puede querer tanto. La verdad es que no se porque me quieres tanto.
A veces me siento desconectada por mi incapacidad de creerte de verdad. Siempre pongo todo en duda, porque seré así? Porque no puedo simplemente creer y dejar que el golpe al final de la caída me despierte? Si al final aunque duela, eso es lo que busco, vivir la experiencia humana. “Una vida llena de emociones”.
Me había pasado que antes una persona le puso a su hija mi nombre. Pero nunca nadie había puesto tantas cosas de mi en su cuerpo, en forma de arte, como lo hiciste tu.
Me siento especial, pero inapropiada de que sea yo, quien te quiere, pero no hace nada por ti mas que solamente quererte.
Siento que me ayudas a entender como se ve el amor con otros lentes, siento que gracias a ti he aprendido a recibir unapologetically.
En un momento pense que tu inexperiencia me aburriría, pero justo cuando piense en eso, me demostraste que “la experiencia de vivir” no necesariamente te enseña, pero the willingness to learn is what actually teaches you something.
Estoy intentando desanudar mis pensamientos. Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que escribí la ultima vez. Siento que olvide como escribir.
Quizás debería empezar con un “gracias”.
Did we have an eclipse today?
Please help me find answers on how to deal with my emotions, bothered by other people’s dirty water.
How can I let others who are close to me know that I am a safe space for them? For when they feel lonely, tired or embarrassed.
For those who put up walls in order to shelter themselves in their own loving arms.
How can I accept friends who are so deeply against my beliefs?
How can I live in peace when these beliefs so profoundly impact my life?
Love is a beautiful thing. It’s bright, and sweet, and soothing when conquered.
Love is a game that no one wants to play, but always stay when they’re winning.
Love is sometimes misunderstood and underrated for those who have not yet seen the results of its effects.
Aced my exam on gratitude
And it didn’t necessarily include the question “what are you grateful for?”
This time I had to show my work... As if Life could possibly ever test you on something in any other way...
This time I had to take action and do something I wasn’t planning on doing, but the fact that I was able to do it, only means that I understand what true gratitude is, and it also means that I have began to understand and feel what true love is, and what self-forgiveness is.
I am at peace, because it was never about the answer I’d get, but about my own power to come forth and break walls.
Walls that I needed to push through, because I needed to prove that I am grateful for the life experiences I’ve had.
I hate binary oppositions, but I’m glad they exist; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to feel gratitude for those things I didn’t want at the moment, but now I know they happened because I really needed them. So, thanks. Again.
