I’m the girl that stops to take pictures of flowers and the setting sun, freaking out about the sky turning pink. I’m the one you’ll much rather find moon gazing on a Friday night than in a smoky club. I love windowsills and rooftops, I want to hear about your visions and I’m interested in the dreams you had when you were a child. Talk to me about your fears and that what makes your heart skip a beat. You know, I wonder what you think about when you can’t sleep at 4 am. For the longest time I thought I need to hide certain aspects of myself in order to fit in. Too emotional. Too sensitive, too deep. Too fragile. Continue reading
It’s raining and I’m sitting by the open balcony window. I’m wearing long jeans and my feet are cold. I somehow like this weather. It fits how I feel inside right now. And I like the sound of raindrops hitting the windows and the roof of my apartment. But hey it’s August! This summer has been so weird. Colder. So much rain. Rarely seen a clear blue sky. I crave summer nights, those nights you dream of on grey winter days, nights spend in shorts and shirt, strolling through the streets, sharing stories and laughs. And I crave someone to share them with.
It is Valentine’s Day and I want to take this opportunity to write about a very important topic: Self Love. I am partnering with CLUSE for their campaign “Time To Love Me” to share my thoughts on this subject with you and give you some tips that help me to be more gentle and kind to myself.
“You are your most important relationship.”
Self love is absolutely vital – especially when we talk about relationships. I believe that we are meant to be in partnership. “Belonging” is essential for our health and well being and we all have a deeply engraved desire to connect. But you cannot truly love anyone until you know how to love yourself. We cannot give what we do not have. It always starts with YOU. If you want deep intimate relationships in your life – and I mean true intimacy, not just physically being with someone – you need to show the people you care about who you really are. And for that vulnerability you need to truly know and accept yourself.
The idea is to basically live forever, to die young but as late as we can.
Love stories beginning in the middle of the night, like a sudden storm, flooding our empty souls.
Hurricanes in our minds. Wild lilies in our hearts. Kissing with fever, sweat on our skin. Writing novels about the miracles you let me see. Not afraid of scars. Not afraid to fall. Sometimes we shine brighter than the sun. Some days I collapse in your lap and you break into questions and fears. Yet the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
… like the moment when my eyes touched your smile and my heart started dancing to the sound of your name.
… like the seconds of joy when we laugh so hard and fall gently but all over.
… like the cold nights I spent telling you my story and listening to yours.
These moments. Unique. Breathtaking. Confusing. Your smile, your eyes. The secrets they whisper.
This love, so honest, so deep, so forever. This love I found in the warmth of your touch. This honesty between us that makes me know even when I don’t know at all.
Grateful for being yours. Just sometimes. Just in the silence of the night. But so deep, so real. Real like the butterflies you gave and the kiss on my cheek that made me fall.