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The Core of Love – The Merging of the Whole
Each one enters love carrying an entire world behind them. She - a dreamer, with the soul of a child. She spent her days walking through nature, speaking with flowers, with trees. She would lie barefoot on the grass and let her mind shape games from the clouds' forms. She wrote poems when inspiration touched her gently, like a breeze. She sewed her own clothes and crafted jewelry, pouring pieces of her soul into every thread.
She cried whenever her heart called her to. She spoke to herself as if her thoughts were the echo of a friend within. He - sharp-minded, curious. He watched adventure shows, played video games, spent his evenings in long conversations with his friends. He read, informed himself, did things around the house. He loved to research, to understand how the world worked. Sometimes orderly, other times left in the creative mess of his own mind.
He had his little rituals. He cried too when the weight became too much. He rode his bike and was passionate about horror movies, monsters and shadows. And so, their paths crossed. For a while, each forgot themselves. She no longer felt like talking to her dolls, he stopped looking for his favorite toy cars. All energy was poured into "us", into the newly born nucleus - their love. Together, they nurtured it like a sacred child.
They watched it grow, bloom, become a living temple for both of them. Then comes the rest. The quiet after the grand construction. And in that stillness, they begin to remember. Themselves. What used to bring them joy. And with longing, with nostalgia, they return to their old ways. Some fit them both. Others don't. And the first frictions arise.- "If you truly loved me, you'd understand my simple, childish pleasures."- "If I were enough for you, you wouldn't need your past anymore."Frustrations turn into refusal.
The refusal to integrate. And their love, grown so carefully, begins to taste bitter. The being born in two starts to unravel, suffers in silence, thins out. This can happen to anyone - whether they are soulmates or not. Because love is not enough without wisdom. And in the turning moments, someone must carry the gift of words. Another, the grace of silence. One, the wisdom to know when not to react.
The other, the courage to feel. Sometimes, conflicts come with ancient locks. The hurtful words are not always of the present. They are echoes. From other lives, from older wounds. And even if you've felt that something was healed, your reactions show the opposite. Or perhaps it's not yours. Maybe it belongs to the couple, to the ancestors, to the world.
She cried whenever her heart called her to. She spoke to herself as if her thoughts were the echo of a friend within. He - sharp-minded, curious. He watched adventure shows, played video games, spent his evenings in long conversations with his friends. He read, informed himself, did things around the house. He loved to research, to understand how the world worked. Sometimes orderly, other times left in the creative mess of his own mind.
He had his little rituals. He cried too when the weight became too much. He rode his bike and was passionate about horror movies, monsters and shadows. And so, their paths crossed. For a while, each forgot themselves. She no longer felt like talking to her dolls, he stopped looking for his favorite toy cars. All energy was poured into "us", into the newly born nucleus - their love. Together, they nurtured it like a sacred child.
They watched it grow, bloom, become a living temple for both of them. Then comes the rest. The quiet after the grand construction. And in that stillness, they begin to remember. Themselves. What used to bring them joy. And with longing, with nostalgia, they return to their old ways. Some fit them both. Others don't. And the first frictions arise.- "If you truly loved me, you'd understand my simple, childish pleasures."- "If I were enough for you, you wouldn't need your past anymore."Frustrations turn into refusal.
The refusal to integrate. And their love, grown so carefully, begins to taste bitter. The being born in two starts to unravel, suffers in silence, thins out. This can happen to anyone - whether they are soulmates or not. Because love is not enough without wisdom. And in the turning moments, someone must carry the gift of words. Another, the grace of silence. One, the wisdom to know when not to react.
The other, the courage to feel. Sometimes, conflicts come with ancient locks. The hurtful words are not always of the present. They are echoes. From other lives, from older wounds. And even if you've felt that something was healed, your reactions show the opposite. Or perhaps it's not yours. Maybe it belongs to the couple, to the ancestors, to the world.
Each one enters love carrying an entire world behind them. She - a dreamer, with the soul of a child. She spent her days walking through nature, speaking with flowers, with trees. She would lie barefoot on the grass and let her mind shape games from the clouds' forms. She wrote poems when inspiration touched her gently, like a breeze. She sewed her own clothes and crafted jewelry, pouring pieces of her soul into every thread.
She cried whenever her heart called her to. She spoke to herself as if her thoughts were the echo of a friend within. He - sharp-minded, curious. He watched adventure shows, played video games, spent his evenings in long conversations with his friends. He read, informed himself, did things around the house. He loved to research, to understand how the world worked. Sometimes orderly, other times left in the creative mess of his own mind.
He had his little rituals. He cried too when the weight became too much. He rode his bike and was passionate about horror movies, monsters and shadows. And so, their paths crossed. For a while, each forgot themselves. She no longer felt like talking to her dolls, he stopped looking for his favorite toy cars. All energy was poured into "us", into the newly born nucleus - their love. Together, they nurtured it like a sacred child.
They watched it grow, bloom, become a living temple for both of them. Then comes the rest. The quiet after the grand construction. And in that stillness, they begin to remember. Themselves. What used to bring them joy. And with longing, with nostalgia, they return to their old ways. Some fit them both. Others don't. And the first frictions arise.- "If you truly loved me, you'd understand my simple, childish pleasures."- "If I were enough for you, you wouldn't need your past anymore."Frustrations turn into refusal.
The refusal to integrate. And their love, grown so carefully, begins to taste bitter. The being born in two starts to unravel, suffers in silence, thins out. This can happen to anyone - whether they are soulmates or not. Because love is not enough without wisdom. And in the turning moments, someone must carry the gift of words. Another, the grace of silence. One, the wisdom to know when not to react.
The other, the courage to feel. Sometimes, conflicts come with ancient locks. The hurtful words are not always of the present. They are echoes. From other lives, from older wounds. And even if you've felt that something was healed, your reactions show the opposite. Or perhaps it's not yours. Maybe it belongs to the couple, to the ancestors, to the world.
She cried whenever her heart called her to. She spoke to herself as if her thoughts were the echo of a friend within. He - sharp-minded, curious. He watched adventure shows, played video games, spent his evenings in long conversations with his friends. He read, informed himself, did things around the house. He loved to research, to understand how the world worked. Sometimes orderly, other times left in the creative mess of his own mind.
He had his little rituals. He cried too when the weight became too much. He rode his bike and was passionate about horror movies, monsters and shadows. And so, their paths crossed. For a while, each forgot themselves. She no longer felt like talking to her dolls, he stopped looking for his favorite toy cars. All energy was poured into "us", into the newly born nucleus - their love. Together, they nurtured it like a sacred child.
They watched it grow, bloom, become a living temple for both of them. Then comes the rest. The quiet after the grand construction. And in that stillness, they begin to remember. Themselves. What used to bring them joy. And with longing, with nostalgia, they return to their old ways. Some fit them both. Others don't. And the first frictions arise.- "If you truly loved me, you'd understand my simple, childish pleasures."- "If I were enough for you, you wouldn't need your past anymore."Frustrations turn into refusal.
The refusal to integrate. And their love, grown so carefully, begins to taste bitter. The being born in two starts to unravel, suffers in silence, thins out. This can happen to anyone - whether they are soulmates or not. Because love is not enough without wisdom. And in the turning moments, someone must carry the gift of words. Another, the grace of silence. One, the wisdom to know when not to react.
The other, the courage to feel. Sometimes, conflicts come with ancient locks. The hurtful words are not always of the present. They are echoes. From other lives, from older wounds. And even if you've felt that something was healed, your reactions show the opposite. Or perhaps it's not yours. Maybe it belongs to the couple, to the ancestors, to the world.
