Category Archives: Romantic Love

The Wedding Dream

The room was different, I can’t not say in what sense, but it was different. Nonetheless it was the same room. The room, in my grandmother’s house that had been the guest room first then my aunt’s room.  I was standing in front of a full-length mirror on the side of the door. I looked at myself and at my short hair, the style was so 70’s that I was surprised at myself. I was also wearing a wedding dress.

A wedding dress with very simple lines, it followed the contour of my body and ended on a small A-line from my thighs down – I’m not sure why this is important but it seemed to be. – The dress had a high collar and it was digging into my neck, so my (long dead) grandmother cut the collar out with a pair of scissors, the collar happened to be a separate piece altogether.

The wedding was celebrated at my grandmother’s house, in her garden and as I came out of the house I saw the groom standing outside. He looked sharp in a black suit, smiling and handsome. Around us in the garden were family members and friends but their faces were blurred.

I don’t remember the ceremony taking place but suddenly we were ready to leave for our honey moon. I called to him but he didn’t come, at least not in a timely fashion. When he finally came he wouldn’t talk to me, didn’t he hear me? My feeling of impotence was overwhelming, maybe too overwhelming for the situation but because of it I made a decision.

My husband was a non-responsive man, obviously my newly wed life wasn’t going as well as anticipated. I decided to get my bags, jump in my car and take my honeymoon trip by myself. Leaving my husband to ponder his lack of . . . response.

It was a highly satisfactory.

Dream interpretation:

  • To dream you are getting married may represent your commitment to or partnership with someone or something.
  • These dreams suggest a bond with that person you might be getting married too.  This could also suggest a long term partnership or tying the knot in some aspect in your life.  It is also possible you want to get married.
  • May represent a union or merging of the masculine and feminine aspects of yourself.
  • May be wish fulfillment, if you desire to get married in waking life.
  • Your unconscious may be telling you that you have met the one you should marry.
  • If you dream of a wedding dress or wedding ring, you may be evaluating a current relationship and considering the prospect of getting married; you may be considering making a commitment to someone or something.
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My love letter

I love you as you are,

I accept you as you are.

I sit in quiet darkness, waiting for truth from your lips and warmth from your touch. But they will not come and I have to make my peace with it.

I pray to no god as I think of you and hope against all hope that you come to me without reservations and fear. But you will not come and I have to make my peace with it.

This is how I love you. Knowing you will not come but hoping that you will, knowing in my heart the truth of it all.

This is how I love you. As you are, even when you are short with me and anger comes to you. As you are, even when you’re afraid and coldness emanates from you.

I love you. Because you are funny, or rather you think you are. Because you are sweet and kind. Because you are intelligent and work hard. Because you are a good man.

Because you speak Spanish to me and because you text me in German.

Because you get mad at me and you cook me spaghetti.

Because you build a wall and don’t let me in.

Because you kiss me softly and you flirt.

Because you love your cat and most of all . . .

I love you because you’re imperfect as I am, and . . .

I love and I couldn’t say why.

In love

You cannot make someone love you.

You just have to let them go.

It is hard and it is painful.

There is only pain and darkness.

The way I feel now

They burn my face, the cut my skin leaving behind the proof of my emptiness.

I bear the scars of my love and my loss and the pain . . . The pain so sweet and the release so complete.

The oblivion and the darkness of death calls me to them. Or are they in me already?

The numbness spreads from within me, the ice.

The ice sharp as needles, from inside me slowly crawling to the surface.

To feel it. To feel nothing. To slowly give in.

Accept to be one, only one. In the cold, in the darkness, in the arid emptiness of human life.

Believe him

Believe him when he shows you who he truly is.

He asked me to go to dinner, we are not dating just fucking, just friends.

He asked me if he treats me respectfully, if he treats me right, I said yes.

He ditch me to dog-sit for a friend. He did not asked if I mind, he did not asked if I cared.

This is not respectful, this is not considerate.

“If you would have minded, I would have done the same. I wouldn’t have cared.”

We are not dating, just fucking, just friends. Don’t I deserve respect?

This is who he truly is. With me because there’s nothing else. Not caring if I care.

No respect for a friend, no respect for myself.

He has shown me who he truly is. I believe him.