Love enters your life. Sweeps you up and takes you on wild careless adventures. Love carries you then drops you on your face. Left broken and ashamed for giving it all away.
Of these love stories, I’ve got enough. It’s all in the lessons and learning to rise up.
I followed my heart, far from home. From Durban to Berlin to London. Far from any comfort zone.
He surprised and amazed me when he appeared in my life. Out of 1 universe, 9 planets, 204 countries – he found me. A part of my heart thought it was meant to be.
I thought he was strong and real and compassionate. I thought I claimed a precious place in his heart. I thought our connection would overcome anything. Then all of a sudden it became really dark.
He let me down.
We pushed eachother away and he left me standing helpless in the doorway.
I trusted him. Someone who was once a stranger is a stranger again.
If I could turn back time, I don’t know what I’d change. Perhaps I’d have had the difficult conversations. The ones we tip-toed around and ignored.
I would realise that what’s strong is also fragile. Anyone can turn on you without taking one last glance. Nothing is guaranteed, everything is transient, but what’s life without taking that chance?

Experience is the hardest kind of teacher. It gives you the test first and the lesson afterwards.
It’s all a part of your story.