When there are so many stories about stormy feelings, drama and fire, sometimes I catch myself thinking that I just want... silence.


Sometimes it seems that true love is when everything inside is boiling and seething, when every touch makes the heart tremble. But sometimes, when the days become similar to each other, when there are no storms and tempests, but just silence and calm, an incomprehensible feeling arises. Is this love? Or just convenience? 😊

Living in constant tension, in search of bright emotions is tiring. But feeling safe next to someone is a special happiness. And still, sometimes you wonder, is this enough? Is it possible to truly love if there is no spark in the relationship that makes you think about the person every minute? 💭

I don’t know, maybe because I’m in exile and everything around is foreign and unfamiliar, I want peace and confidence. I want someone to be near, and it doesn’t cause worries, but brings comfort. But at the same time, somewhere inside there is a small voice that wants more - emotions, fire, real passion. 🔥

It seems to me that love is a mixture of both states: both peace and fire. It’s just that sometimes one of these components takes over. And that’s normal. The main thing is to have the feeling that you are living, and not just existing next to someone. How else can you understand that this is love, and not just friendship or convenience? 🤷‍♀️

That’s my thought today. Maybe someone is familiar with this state? When you want both peace and excitement at the same time. And you try to understand what is more important for you. And what is love for you? ❤️

Val