Even though I feel like an old soul (palmistry confirmed this for me :joy: ), I always believed my heart couldn't feel anything, that I came into the world without knowing what love was. I know there are different kinds of love. But what I'm referring to is that love that runs through your veins, that beautiful love you feel when you want to give it your all, that love that alters all your senses, that makes you feel more than butterflies, a love that is simply your very essence, the one for which you wake up every morning and want to share it. And who would believe that that heart of ice had its first thaw when it first fell in love with a woman? But since nothing is set in stone in this life, unfortunately, or rather because it had to happen that way, she told me she didn't love me anymore, my heart turned back to ice. But what I never imagined was that... after months spent devastated, depressed, and without a purpose in life, my heart began to beat again, and this time not for someone else, but for me. After so many years, I realized that I could also feel that beautiful love for myself.
And as that common, meaningless, and ancient phrase goes, LOVE YOURSELF FIRST. So you can love others. Self-love can also feel beautiful and inexplicable. ❣
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