The perfect relationship

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When you are in love, chemistry makes sense; you can defy gravity, your feel lighter when that someone is around you. The Rosie’s are perfect – just perfect. Sadly this doesn’t last forever.  After a while, you start noticing traits that you did not fall in love with. You work at it and get to understand and know your lover better. However there is one thing you will never get past:- that is you fail to connect with his/her soul. 

I have come to realize that the deepest and most meaningful level of intimacy is getting into someone’s mind, someone’s spirit – feeling the warmth of their soul.  Letting someone into your being, your whole existence; to see and feel your deepest thoughts, dreams and fears.  Connecting with this person to a level that you can have a meaningful silent conversation when you are together. 

Have you ever been aroused by just how someone thinks? Have you ever missed someone’s company because of how deeply they feed your soul? This person who can silence you by how passionate he/she is about something that doesn’t have a connection with you.  Have you met them for who they are? Past the physical into their spiritual beings and even fell more in love with that person you find there. 

We all should get to find someone we can love someone past the beautiful aspects of their physics, past the sex; every fool can have sex! Strive to inspire someone such that when their element of creation, they find bits of you pushing them to go on. 

This is the kind of relationship I am looking for.


© Namatsi Lukoye

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