Dear Hurter image from https://livelifehappy.com/ I remember. I had a fantasy. I tried to live it. Of what we were like. Of what we could be like. Of what you were like. Of what you could be. My fantasy was love bound. I wanted to be loved. For the whole of me. My beautiful parts. My ugly parts. I maybe wanted to be love too much. Unconditionally. Because I got told not too long ago – I love too much, care too much. I would like to let you know that I love you. Yes I do. I have loved you moment after moment, for years. Unreservedly, until the point where my loving you started to kill me. At that point, the love I have for myself welled up and pushed back at the love I bore for you. Because unlike my irrational self, my intuitive self knew. My intuition knew. At some point, my higher self told me this is not right, something is not right. And slowly I started to listen. I had no choice but to listen. It was persist
A pundit is an expert, a learned person,a source of opinion, a critic. Sometimes the word can be used in a negative sense to classify someone who has definite opinions, but does not have the expertise to back them up. Punditic - the adjective. Pundi - the unknown factor in myspeak. I am not yet punditic - it is a purpose, a goal, and each step is purposeful in itself, and meanwhile I freely offer my thoughts and opinions! Feedback and comments welcomed.