Love in my Mind

And so we are mirroring each other, brought together to do exactly that, raising the love energy in the world, living our potential as I couldn’t be without you being you being me. Bringing out the best in you, as you said it’s not about what you do, it is who you are and how you do. Who we are, what we do. Making you smile all day long, making me smile, wanting to see me again. And again. As I didn’t state the same only meeting for one last kiss. I will let you see where I am, where my lips are and you will be there. I love that picture, you laugh, I feel your smiling in my heart.❤️ It will happen you make sure. It’s a funny thing you said as you wanted to meet locals to get information around town but you got me instead. You call me the most awesome person all the way from Germany, nothing less than great I will get as I deserve. Loving life in its crazy beautiful ways manifesting. You will take me as your most memorable memory, your dear Lina loving and wise. Again couldn’t I be as you weren’t, taking me into your future as I have become part of you as you have become part of me. Because we are. Here now. Deciding to be naked, to be vulnerable, to show our true authentic selves. Trust, opening our worlds for one another only for a moment, share what we’ve been given. Love. Now. For all that is, for the smiles and warmth in my heart in times of feeling lost. You? Me? In the same space, the safe space. Our safe space in a world that sometimes causes our heart confusion, our mind overwhelming, our soul heaviness. For a night of peace connecting the future. Thank you!

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