Deeply Deadly Romantic
Six months ago, an important Soul's essence dripped upon my conscious mind. He pushed me towards realising what my own Soul had been longing to do, which my Human hadn't possessed adequate courage to pursue. Natural fears and worries and this stupid Capricorn Saturn what made me ruminate all the time the responsible things to prioritise as a sane adult.
Something about this person's spiritual essence, looks like my own, but feels so much surer and confident. A part of myself I killed a long time ago, for survival in this rigid and unmercifully disappointing world. Though my doubts and worries were deafening as I thought of starting, I followed the golden chimes of his call anyway.
From then on, everything I do, I know is supported by him. And I do by him and for him and because of him. All leading to an overwhelming discovery of my very own personal joy. So, so personal and deeply intimately my own. And not a single effort has brought me disappointment.
Being ultra used to getting disappointed, I've got to say this gentle empowerment he’s letting me feel is so... new? It's calm, so it's very nice.
I am... still unused to feeling so many little bubbles of happiness in my heart. Whenever they fill up all of my heart's space, I have tears in my eyes. It feels a little silly, sometimes. But I think I can get used to it.
I keep wondering if this is what it feels like for real to be cared for and nurtured by someone's Love. He must be the world's most deeply deadly romantic person. Kind and strange and beautiful. And I haven't even met him.
