Two wannabe lovers. Their first meeting, the beginning, the words, the dreams… with eyes open and closed.
After the dates, with or without kissing, with or without tender touch.
The expectation, the agony, a partial pause on life, and a continuous question. Maybe because the other person never answered the call, failed to make another appearance. The absence, the stagnation, the unfulfilled.
A “why” that overwhelms the whole existence, a mind that is on fire and tries to find the deficiencies, the wrong move, which throws accusations all around, to the person itself but also to the other person who never really wanted and betrayed expectations and dreams. An “ego” that believes that it should know and explain everything.
And then nature reveals itself around us, and it teaches us what is compatible and what is not, the synchronicity, the lucky and unlucky moment; and, finally, it is as simple as that: it’s not my fault nor the other person’s that we didn’t meet each other. There is no actual blame, nor guilt.
At that moment, we were not compatible. At this moment, we are not compatible.
We keep on getting closer to our higher self who offers us one more day of life. And the time will come when the lovers will meet as quickly and naturally as two lovebirds, on the branch of a blossoming almond tree.