I hadn't planned to talk about this today but I want to.
I want to talk to you about my love.
Yes, from him, the man who shares my life.
And our love.
This morning I was in a discussion where we were talking about a couple.
Well, my vision of love is simple: I love the man who is in my life. I love it and for me it's simple, I don't need to ask myself questions.
I don't need to wonder if it's the right one.
I don't need to wonder if he loves me.
I don't need to wonder if one part of me loves him and the other doesn't, because for me love is an indivisible whole.
I know it. Because I feel it deep inside me, in my body and in my soul.
I don't know how long we'll be on the road together and I don't condition myself on that anymore.
It will be the right time.
I don't entrust my relationship to God, inconditionnaly, like I did before, I feed it myself, in fact we feed it together.
We talk a lot and about everything. We express our feelings as much as possible.
For a while I was desperate, I didn't think a man like him could exist.
Well, he exists, in flesh and blood and I have manifested him in my life.
It's just that one day I decided to change my thoughts, to clean my wounds to be ready to welcome. And then I took action.
Your man, if you haven't met him yet, also exists somewhere.
Do you believe it?
