And as soon as you say:
— That's it, I'm tired, I'm going to get some wine and a new TV series. —
How do you immediately get:
"Where have you been, beauty?"
"I suddenly thought of you..."
"You can't imagine how much I missed you!"
Well, yes, of course... "suddenly thought of you" 🙃
Why does love run away when you run after it?
Because love is not a postman.
It doesn't like being called by a button.
She does not tolerate panic, despair and messages like:
"Answer, if you care!" 😩
Love is capricious, like a cat.
Jumps on your lap when you ignore it, and goes into the closet when you call it with a piece of chicken.
(By the way, this works with men too... sometimes 😂) But when you walk calmly...
...with beautiful posture, clear eyes and, preferably, with coffee -
She, this love, suddenly runs up from behind, shouts:
- Stop! And me? What about me?
And you stand there with a cup in your hands, thinking:
- What kind of series started without me? 😏
So maybe love loves not indifference, but dignity?
Maybe when we stop begging for feelings,
And start being - whole, alive, beautiful ourselves -
Then love is like this:
"Wow, this is who I want to cuddle up to!"
Love is not a marathon for a prize.
It is a meeting of two who do not run, but walk.
On different paths.
But with the same heartbeat. ❤️
And if you are running now - stop.
Breathe. Drink tea. Love yourself.
And know - if someone should throw themselves on your neck,
let it not be despair...
but true love.
Preferably with flowers 🌸 and a sense of humor.