Cohabitating with love

Partnership is not just commitment.

It's to grab the others hand when struggling,

It's to give a small piece of yourself and your good intentions.

It is to share, to think for two as a group, not as one.

Let aside the selfishness and think of the good gestures:

Maybe what your crave now can be a surprise for him/her.

 

Being together is a respect predicament,

A joint of two forces that holding onto each other reach for the same light:

Nobody blocks no one’s light in order to raise more into the sky.

It is not a race: is it not about superiority but a companionship.

It can be difficult to work in groups, it can seem easier to go ahead yourself...

But when your energy flow reaches a point in which you need a hand

It will feel good to find it in that person who you might have helped before.

 

It is not a co-dependent relationship that ends up in two blended minds

But a combination of two strong forces, that being watched and cared for independently,

they both can contribute to elevating the low points and fears of each other.


Love is company and understanding,

It is patience and breathing moments,

It is a “meeting in the middle” of your circumstances.

It can be not being right all the time

Nor even being angry at his/her words,

But getting upset with yourself for your stubbornness.

It is a honest conversation, not a fight.

 

Love is acceptance and looking out for each other

Not letting them feel helpless but comforted and supported.

Love is the freedom that can elevate your passions.

Love is trust and encouragement. 

It is a hug of fresh air.

A lift up, 

a warm sunbeam on your face and through your heart.

 

Love can be endless or last a short time,

But cared for it can enrich your souls

For the time that it was meant to be,

For the time that you both made it be eternal.


Love isn't finite but a present of the present.

But as it can die tomorrow, 

so live it at the fullest today.

 ______

7.05.21

First year of wonder and magic.




For many more years in the shape of “moments” to come! <3

Te quiero chiqui.


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