Sometimes (which is an understatement) I have the urge to say the words… I love you.
Most of the time I have so much love inside in me that I do not know what to do with it.
I tell my cats I love them, but they walk away afterwards. I love my friends so I usually address to them as sweetie or lieverd. It is in my nature for doing so. I can not help it.
I love to love, but it feels like I need to hold everything inside me for the moment.
Being single at 38 years old is strange. My girl-friends are being mothers or girlfriends or wifes. Everybody is busy building on their family lives. I am liking lot’s of stuff on Facebook; I am seeing friends getting married, having babies, persuading their dreams. I like their posts for their happiness.. it brings me happiness too. And still, when I come home, I am alone. If I had a rough day at work, for instance yesterday, there is no one to talk to after my evening shift. I need to express myself. Here. In words.
It’s just such a shame not to share myself with a loved one. Somebody who knows me inside out, who stands by me and comforts me.
I am on my own. With a lot of friends which I feel so blessed to know them.
So here is a picture of my girlfriends when sharing a great weekend in Belgium a month ago, as they brighten up my sky into the light:
Lovely ladies, girlfriends for life; I love you.
Thank you for being you.
Lots of love,