The love within

I have died every day,

Waiting for you.

A love story begins at the start of your life. It grows bigger and stronger, yet it does not claim it`s power with greed or hunger. It patiently waits for you to be ready to release it`s meaning into the outside World and make it known. People pass it every day, every second and don`t spare a second glance at her, not even for the sake of curiosity. It remains quietly into the far side of your soul and stay there until the one day you remember seeing it. The day you die. 

Try to open your eyes from time to time, even if it`s just for a little while. Watch the sunrise or the rosy flowers from your garden that have grown somehow on their own. You never watered them, how come they are shy buds? How come spring has fallen upon them and not upon you? It doesn`t matter, it was in the past. Why don`t you try to make the spring come now for you? Just imagine.

This love, that doesn`t scream nor fights, will make it true. It will transform your icy heart to a wide ocean of beauty. The beauty within you. Let yourself drown, sink to the bottom and rise as new. A new you every single day. 

The love you feel is the love for yourself. Learn to treasure what you are before you treasure anything else.