Posted by: Ana
January 11, 2015
Although I’m a hopeless romantic, I have never believed in “the one”. It seemed more like a cliche. Like an overused, artificial thing from the movies. The one suggests that there is only one person out there for you who is your perfect match, who utterly completes you, who can suddenly know and adore all of you. And that once you meet him/her, your life becomes this endless fairy tale. Nothing can go wrong from now on.
I believed in soulmates instead: in powerful encounters or karmic strings. In light genuineness or fallen masks. In colourful happiness or heavy suffering.
Life gives us the lessons that we need: through the situations and people we meet. Every eloquent encounter symbolises an important chapter on our path towards growth as human beings.
In this lifetime I’ve had incredibly close and profound connections within few relationships – I could melt in those arms, such a strong heart-felt bond! Even if we didn’t stay together, every time we saw each other once in a while we felt like time didn’t pass. Our affection would naturally manifest.
And I’ve also been confronted with the lack of it, with a non-existing intimacy. But that was the moment when I realized how vital this is for me – to be nurtured through sharing closeness and intimacy.
In a moment of reflection, I thought about all my meaningful romantic encounters. And that brought me so much gladness! Each one came with a significant lesson, embraced by a beautiful love story. But the last one, the one that I’m living right now, seems miraculous. Maybe because every feeling is freshly printed in my heart.
I don’t know why, but what I do know is that we connected so easily and naturally. And since that moment, every little thing that we do is the most genuine thing we could do. My feelings permanently want to burst out, I can’t help but being a witness to this happiness. My love for him came up suddenly, like the purest sunlight after the darkest night. This love flows from me like a river, no forcing neither holding back. And for the very first time, I feel that love is coming from a place of joy! Words simply come out, a warmness inundates me and there’s no place to hide. And I smile a lot, for no reason.
Though, the most surprising thing so far happened one night, when he strongly held me in his arms before going to sleep – I felt he was “the one”! It just came to me, and I was laughing on the inside. Because of the irony. Because I hardly knew him. Because it was too soon. Because I didn’t believe in this!
Afterwards, I understood. “The one” means “feeling like one”. Means “unity”. Means emerging from ourselves to surrender into a fusion. “Oneness”.