If I’ve ever told you I loved you, I meant it. I still do. Because, what I meant wasn’t that I was “in love” with you… I don’t care much for that phrase, I’m not even sure I believe in it, really. “In love”… A feeling… I don’t think so. Anyway, what I did mean,…
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Fluent in Love
Perhaps treating people the way you want to be treated doesn’t mean doing the things for them, that you would want someone to do for you. Perhaps it means doing for them, what they need. The same way you’d want someone to do for you, what you need. Perhaps it means understanding and respecting what…
You Were One of Us
Every time I see a picture of the culprit smiling in the paper, I almost want to shout: “But you are one of us! How could you do this?”
ἀγάπη [Agape]
I hope whoever you decide to love, decides to love you back.
Love – Yourself, Others, Always.
We’d be surprised how much less judgemental and intolerant we grow, as our love and understanding of self increases.
7 Life Hacks
Often, joy is hidden in the places you’re too afraid to look
Mice in Hospital Not Shocking
*Published in the Letters section of The Namibian Newspaper, Friday 08 July 2016 http://www.namibian.com.na/Mice-in-Hospital-not-Shocking/42730/read Dear Editor I’m writing this letter in response to an article published in your paper on Tuesday 05th July 2016 titled “Mice become regulars at Katutura hospital”. Ever since I can remember there have been constant reports in all forms of…
We Got It Right
For all the times when the world will ask too much of me, On long nights when I can’t fall asleep, I will place my head on your chest, Your heartbeat will be the sweetest lullaby to me. As I gently write the words “I love you”, Across the left side of your chest with…
Somewhere Along The Way
Somewhere along the way, Someone taught us that love meant pain. What a vulgar distortion, One however, we never set straight again. Someone taught us to hurt ourselves, Someone taught us to fear our joy. That the ugliest hearts, Deserve the greatest praise. Somewhere along the way, Someone convinced us, That to really love someone…
I haven’t cried for you…
I haven’t cried for you, I haven’t shed a single salty tear. I haven’t spent nights curled up on the floor, With my own whimpers piercing through my ears. I haven’t cried for you, Not for a moment, not a single day. But not because my heart didn’t break Not because I didn’t care, Not…
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