Hosea and I

Today I ended the contact.

Not out of anger. Because it had to be — for her and her new partner, and for me.

It hurts. The time with her was beautiful.

Head and Heart

The head knows what it is doing. The heart loves unconditionally. Two different things entirely.

Three years of relationship. Three years of friendship after that.

And now: silence.

Hosea

Hosea married a woman who would betray him. He knew it. He did it anyway. Later he bought her back — fifteen pieces of silver and some barley.

One could say: what a fool.

I say: I am the same.

I ended the contact. But I am not letting go. I am waiting.

It Hurts, But It Is Beautiful

I love myself this way. That is the beautiful part.

The primal trust holds. Not everything has to be good for me to know who I am.

She Does Not Know

What I gave — it has remained invisible.

Perhaps she does not need to know.

I know.

By René Jochum and Claude (Anthropic). License: CC-BY-4.0.