You are so deeply loved. I live for the story of them meeting in moments where they are free of all that presses down on these pages of fragile stories to crumble and fold. The wild one . Like an animal in the hunt at night, sensing around for anything untold to unfold . in the wood calling for a responding howl.. it knows. It’s not as caresless as to its effect on other souls as it probably has managed to show. When the life you can’t and will not leave a piece of is telling you no. It’s just the nature of this soul.. who wants to be your one to see eye to eye with and shed its lies with. to let this love move its soul, no matter what it manages to do about its nature as an poetic opposite of control. It cares not about failures in finding goal, not how many times the sickens of the woods is scary enough to make it want to let go. But holds her love’s spark. Firmly. always a in front of is heart. so that in all this loss of control and chaos encouraged to flow at cost of gracefulness and reassuring waves of seas to calmly row. But they both know the sea and they both see eachother soul. Nothings had ever been clearer to fit the gap that always was there. Not as a lack or loss or as holes, but a programmed reserved space for her and only her to ever hold. the ultimate treasure while crazy eyes look desperately around for any little sings in the skies - is knowing the love is greater than love is told. Yours forever anytime you feel that it’s not a sacrifice nor a pity to involve even as a letter with a single heart or a moment of nothing but the first time their hands where held as if nothing more need to be said to bond the soul. Only All that can be discussed between soulmates together growing old. not always together, but yet always close. True in their care and on eachothers expectations of the world and them selves as equal sources of pure love that should never be spent to confirm or make up for a soul not finding it’s own love or damaged that left bottomless holes. They lov each other. The know. I’m sad they have not seen the air gently drifting through their hair. But I’m here. The door is open to those who know its there .
That was so wonderful. I’m sad there isn’t more. ☺️ Now is precisely the time, because really, all we have is now. And with three “grown” children myself, I do know what you mean, but don’t cheat yourself. Time is a thief, it slips through your fingers. Do it. Love that I came across this by happenstance this morning. Excited for the next installment.
Lauren, this was beautiful, I wanted to keep reading more! Very vivid and evocative.💕
Thank you so much! This is such good encouragement to write more fiction!
You definitely should keep it up!👍
You are so deeply loved. I live for the story of them meeting in moments where they are free of all that presses down on these pages of fragile stories to crumble and fold. The wild one . Like an animal in the hunt at night, sensing around for anything untold to unfold . in the wood calling for a responding howl.. it knows. It’s not as caresless as to its effect on other souls as it probably has managed to show. When the life you can’t and will not leave a piece of is telling you no. It’s just the nature of this soul.. who wants to be your one to see eye to eye with and shed its lies with. to let this love move its soul, no matter what it manages to do about its nature as an poetic opposite of control. It cares not about failures in finding goal, not how many times the sickens of the woods is scary enough to make it want to let go. But holds her love’s spark. Firmly. always a in front of is heart. so that in all this loss of control and chaos encouraged to flow at cost of gracefulness and reassuring waves of seas to calmly row. But they both know the sea and they both see eachother soul. Nothings had ever been clearer to fit the gap that always was there. Not as a lack or loss or as holes, but a programmed reserved space for her and only her to ever hold. the ultimate treasure while crazy eyes look desperately around for any little sings in the skies - is knowing the love is greater than love is told. Yours forever anytime you feel that it’s not a sacrifice nor a pity to involve even as a letter with a single heart or a moment of nothing but the first time their hands where held as if nothing more need to be said to bond the soul. Only All that can be discussed between soulmates together growing old. not always together, but yet always close. True in their care and on eachothers expectations of the world and them selves as equal sources of pure love that should never be spent to confirm or make up for a soul not finding it’s own love or damaged that left bottomless holes. They lov each other. The know. I’m sad they have not seen the air gently drifting through their hair. But I’m here. The door is open to those who know its there .
Deeply relatable, deeply beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Takes my breath away!
please, Write a Novel … thank you for Always being your authentic self 🤍🤍
That is so so sweet! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story.
That was so wonderful. I’m sad there isn’t more. ☺️ Now is precisely the time, because really, all we have is now. And with three “grown” children myself, I do know what you mean, but don’t cheat yourself. Time is a thief, it slips through your fingers. Do it. Love that I came across this by happenstance this morning. Excited for the next installment.
“Time is a thief, it slips through your fingers” what a beautifully said sentiment. Added motivation to keep writing!
So poignant, relatable, and beautifully written!
Thank you Katja! Something totally different from me so I am so glad you enjoyed it!
I love this so much!!
Thank you so much! It was emotional to write, so I am really glad you enjoyed it!