Not Unrequited Love
Dear loved ones,
Today was my second day back at work at the grocery store and things have changed quite a bit in the four months that I had been away. I didn’t travel anywhere, nor did anyone else, but I just stayed home and played it safe. I don’t think we are considered front line workers anymore now that a few more places are opening up, and the store has taken away the extra $2/hr danger pay. They didn’t call it that, they called it hero pay.
I don’t really want to write about work. I want to write about love.
Today, I pulled out my phone and found a photo of divine masculine, one he had sent me over a year ago, and just looked into his eyes for a moment. I felt comforted by doing this. You may think that I am acting like I am lovesick, and you would be right. This post is kind of a repeat of things I have said so many times about this connection with divine masculine. I cannot call it a relationship, because we are not together. Hell, we are not even talking to each other. I stopped messaging him about four months ago, and he has not taken the initiative to even say hello.
Yet, I am deeply in love with him.
You know I could bore you all to death with this type of writing, but I will be kind and continue this in my journal. Maybe I will do his name is calligraphy. Ha ha. I could also carve it into my desk top. Wouldn’t that be hilarious. I do have fun just laughing at myself and how foolish I am acting.
This is not an unrequited love, even though you might think so. I can’t call it unconditional love either, because I don’t think such a thing exists on this plane, but it is quite close to this. It is the purest feeling of caring for someone else that I have ever experienced, and it is not dependent on whether he loves me back. Bla bla bla. Sorry. I like to wax long about this.
This is going to be a short post today (aren’t you happy?). Thank you for reading. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane