I began to feel this man’s approach long before we ever met. To be honest, the image of him had been forming in my subconscious for quite some time - and there was a reason.
I was deeply unhappy…
My Inner Girl dreamed of love and tender care from a sensitive, attentive man. My Inner Woman wept bitter tears each night, longing for a deep intellectual connection with a partner. And my Inner Lover - oh, she yearned to experience something she already knew so well in theory, but had never truly lived through: a tantric union.
I had read about it endlessly, shared the idea with breathless enthusiasm, imagined every detail - the process, the sensations, the magnetic pull between two souls in love… It called to me so strongly, yet felt so unreachable in my current reality.
I sensed that the Man would come to me in autumn, and that he would leave a profound mark on my life.
A mysterious figure in every sense: unconventional in appearance, unconventional in thought… Deeply open, loving, and gentle - yet somehow distant and elusive at the same time.
“How is that even possible?” I wondered. “And what if it ends up hurting me?”
“Oh, come on, stop overthinking! You conjure up these fairytale princes and then complain they’re not perfect enough!” - I giggled at myself, shaking my head.
Yeah… creating my own reality is something I’ve always done well.
Though, to be honest, I’m still not sure whether I’m inventing it - or simply seeing it ahead of time…
I was deeply unhappy…
My Inner Girl dreamed of love and tender care from a sensitive, attentive man. My Inner Woman wept bitter tears each night, longing for a deep intellectual connection with a partner. And my Inner Lover - oh, she yearned to experience something she already knew so well in theory, but had never truly lived through: a tantric union.
I had read about it endlessly, shared the idea with breathless enthusiasm, imagined every detail - the process, the sensations, the magnetic pull between two souls in love… It called to me so strongly, yet felt so unreachable in my current reality.
I sensed that the Man would come to me in autumn, and that he would leave a profound mark on my life.
A mysterious figure in every sense: unconventional in appearance, unconventional in thought… Deeply open, loving, and gentle - yet somehow distant and elusive at the same time.
“How is that even possible?” I wondered. “And what if it ends up hurting me?”
“Oh, come on, stop overthinking! You conjure up these fairytale princes and then complain they’re not perfect enough!” - I giggled at myself, shaking my head.
Yeah… creating my own reality is something I’ve always done well.
Though, to be honest, I’m still not sure whether I’m inventing it - or simply seeing it ahead of time…
To be continued..