We’ve all been there before, in the eternal dance of lovers and couples who don’t leave things to chance.
One chases, one flees, then for a moment they stop, really see each other and the stories they drop.
In that candid moment, so precious, so raw, the icebergs between then crumble and thaw.
In that moment of ceasefire there are no rights and no wrongs, just one who craves silence and one who wants to belong.
What consoles the chaser is a warm touch or snuggle, while for the fleer that feels like a chore or a struggle.
The fleer keeps others at arm’s length, at best, because safety and space is what their soul needs to rest.
Can this unlikely duo (dare we dream) thrive? I give a wholehearted YES, as long as love is alive.
What reshapes this chase into a consensual stroll is doing work on ourselves, more precisely – our trolls.
With awareness, acceptance and the freedom to choose, change can reshift our lives – we really have nothing to lose.
By walking out of old shells and growing new wings, fear doesn’t run our relations or pull the damn strings.
I don’t know about you, but I want to see how it feels to love with a chest open and free.
Life is so damn fleeting, so short it blows my mind. There is no way I won’t try to make it exceptionally kind.
Can we leave fear at the door, please? Leave your bags and come in. I promise to keep this a safe space in which we’re heard and we’re seen.
Come on in.
