Dating : How to live a happier life

Not that long ago, a man kissed me, and told me that he deeply loves me. A man told me that he’s been in love with me for years. He told me that he’s always wanted to kiss me, and never felt brave enough. He told me that I am wonderful, and beautiful and amazing. The smartest and the kindest. He told me that he will forever love me, no matter what. He told me that he was too scared to say it before. To do anything about it. He told me that I am too good for this world. He told me that he never thought an amazing woman like me would like, let alone fall in love with, him. He kissed me, with love, care, softness and passion. I had never been kissed like that before.

He held my hand, our fingers intertwining. He ran his fingers through my hair. He stoke my head, with such gentleness, it took my breath away. He scooped me onto his lap, on that station bench.

Huddled so, we were talking for what seemed a sweet eternity and a brief moment, simultaneously. We sat there, hugging, breath to breath. Me in his lap. Feeling his gentle energy spill over me. His love like a warm dreamy coat. He hugged me, his hands reaching for my back, the sweet warmth I felt from this touch — an innocent touch, a touch from care and love, not lust. A cautious caress, unbelieving its own luck, its own existence. A touch that warmed up not only my back but my sore heart, too. His touch and presence erased all the hurt, sadness, insecurities I ever had in my life. They didn’t matter. They no longer matter even now, as I am sitting in my magic circle.

It was as if he was the only man I ever shared my heart with. And he held it with care, too. The only man who ever saw me for me. Not the looks, the brains, this or that. Not for what he could get out of me. Just for me. Simply and beautifully.

Like an atomic explosion — all the firecrackers before stood no chance. It obliterated everything I knew until then. A force of nature. And only the calm was left, all toxic structures, forever gone.

Sitting there in his lap, facing him, I forgot about the rest of the world. And a sole thought, in-between all the breaths, kisses and talk: Here it is, finally! Home. This is the “it” everyone has been raving about. When you know, you know, they say. I know. This is it!!

This is what true love is like. This is true love. Pure, un-wanting, free, sweet and warm. Yet powerful, healing, uplifting, mind-blowing. It is the gentlest and yet, the strongest I have ever felt about another human. And miraculously, about myself, too. My reality shifted. I gained a new kind of awareness, about myself, about him, about the world. I felt the most beautiful I’d ever felt, inside and out. I felt like I belong. I felt that everything is possible, at that moment, and onward. The rest of the world did not exist.

I felt… home.

It downed on me, I hadn’t known what home is! What a revelation!… What a new perspective, what a set of new eyes to see the world with!

I felt a force pulling me towards him, a force well beyond physical attraction. And for the first time, I felt it was mutual, too. It was nothing less then gravity, gravity between two stars. Pure and yet, unbreakable. Powerful. To say that his touch was pleasant, is an understatement.

It felt like a breath of fresh air after having held your breath for more than you wanted to, or ever dared to. Like a glass of water after a sweltering day in the desert. Like a swim in a crisp lake after a month of hiking in the mountain. Like Christmas with all your loved ones, happy and celebrating. Like sitting down and having a cold beer after a marathon. Content as a baby.

Like that — but all of them, simultaneously. In one single, overpowering feeling. I never dreamt of this to happen, how could I? For I never knew it was possible.

Cognitively, too. With all his troubles, shortcomings, confusion, poor choices in life — he is the most amazing, inspiring, beautiful soul I have met. A human I have always looked up to.