Twin Flame

Twin Flame

I used to think I was cursed in love, destined for relationships that burned bright and then fizzled out, leaving behind only ashes of disappointment. Three engagements, one marriage, countless relationships that promised the world but delivered heartache instead. Each time, I poured my heart into the hope that this time, this person, would be the one.

But they never were.

After my divorce, I took a long, hard look at myself. I realized I had been searching for something undefined, something deeper than mere compatibility or passion. I stumbled upon the concept of twin flames — souls destined to mirror each other and grow together in a profound spiritual connection. It resonated with me in a way nothing else had. Maybe, just maybe, that was my type.

So, I decided to stop searching. No more dating apps, no more blind dates arranged by well-meaning friends. Instead, I focused on myself. I traveled solo to places I'd always dreamed of visiting, rediscovered hobbies that had fallen by the wayside, and nurtured friendships that had taken a backseat to romance.

Then he came back into my life, unexpectedly, as if the universe had finally decided the time was right. He was everything I hadn't known I needed — intelligent, compassionate, with a soul that seemed to understand mine without words. Our connection was undeniable, but I was cautious. I kept him at arm's length, wary of repeating past mistakes.

This time he respected my boundaries, patient and understanding. He didn't push, but he didn't pull away either. Instead, he showed me through his actions that he was willing to do the work, to mend what he had broken.

And so, I let him in, little by little. I learned to trust again, not just in him, but in the universe that had led me to this moment of clarity. Together, we navigated the complexities of our connection, recognizing the challenges but accepting the growth they offered.

In him, I found not just a partner, but a true twin flame — a soul whose journey intertwined with mine in ways I could never have imagined during those lonely nights of soul-searching. And as we walked hand in hand into the future, I knew that all the heartache and confusion had led me exactly where I was meant to be — in the arms of someone who understood the depth of my soul, because his mirrored mine in ways that only twin flames can.

Maddening Love

I never believed in love at first sight until I met him. It was one of those chance encounters that felt like fate had intervened. The moment our eyes met something in me just knew. It wasn't butterflies or fireworks; it was a quiet certainty, like recognizing an old friend in a stranger's face.

But I didn't like him, not at first. He was too charming, too persistent. I could see the potential for heartbreak from miles away, so I built walls around my heart. I was determined not to let him in, to keep my distance and protect myself.

But he wore me down, slowly but surely. His laughter became infectious, his smile irresistible. I found myself letting him in, despite my better judgment. And before I knew it, I was falling for him, against my will.

Then came the betrayal. It cut deep, slicing through the fragile trust I had allowed myself to build. I wanted him out of my life, to erase him from my heart and mind. But he wore me down again, with apologies and promises of change. And against my better judgment, I allowed him back, albeit at arm's length.

Things were never the same after that. The trust was fractured, the love tainted by doubt and resentment. But amidst the pain and uncertainty, one thing remained constant—the feeling that he and I were meant to be together.

I didn't like him, not anymore. But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I couldn't help but love him. It was a maddening contradiction, a tug-of-war between my head and my heart.

And so, we exist in this limbo, dancing around each other, neither fully in nor out of each other's lives. But deep down, I know that no matter what happens, he will always find a way back to me. And I, foolishly, will always let him in.

Emotionally Unavailable

In the fortress of my soul, I dwell alone,

Emotionally distant, carved from stone.

A fortress built with walls so high,

To guard the heart, to hide the why.

In the silence of my solitude, I roam,

A prisoner of my own emotional home.

Beneath the surface, a tempest rages,

Locked away in hidden cages.

Unreachable, untouched, I stand,

A solitary figure in a barren land.

For love's embrace, I cannot receive,

In the shadows where I grieve.

Yet in the depths, a whisper calls,

Breaking through the fortress walls.

A glimmer of hope, a flicker of light,

Guiding me through the endless night.

For even in my guarded state,

Love's gentle touch can penetrate.

And though I may be emotionally unavailable,

I yearn to break free, to be vulnerable.

Before confronting someone, think to yourself: Would I value hearing what I'm about to say if our roles were reversed?

Whispers of The Heart

I woke up to a peculiar sensation, a fluttering in my chest that I couldn't quite place. It was like a soft whisper, gently nudging me into awareness. As I went about my day, the feeling lingered, dancing at the edges of my consciousness, elusive yet persistent.

I tried to brush it off, attributing it to the stress of work or the lack of sleep. But no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it refused to be dismissed. It was as if this feeling had taken up residence within me, claiming a space I didn't even know existed.

Days turned into weeks, and still, the sensation persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if I should take the leap or retreat to safety.

Then one day, as I watched the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. The fluttering in my chest, the racing of my heart, the constant presence in my thoughts – it was love.

I had spent so long searching for something tangible, something I could grasp and understand. But love, it seemed, was not meant to be understood; it was meant to be felt.

And as I stood there, basking in the glow of the fading sun, I realized that I had found something truly extraordinary. Love had found its way into my heart, quietly and without fanfare, and I knew in that moment that I would never be the same again.

Loving deeply is both a gift and a burden. I desire to reciprocate the way you treat me, but my love for you prevents me from ever hurting you in that way.