Deida =link= - Dear Lover

We are not merging into one. We are dancing as two poles, creating lightning between us. Let’s stop asking, “Are you happy with me?” Instead, let’s ask: “Are you growing more real with me?”

I don’t want a love that is comfortable. I want a love that is true —even when it breaks my patterns, even when it asks me to die to my small self. Dear Lover, dear lover deida

When I surrender my need to control this moment, I meet you as you are—not as my idea of you. Your masculine depth calls forth my feminine radiance. Your stillness invites my motion. Your “no” clarifies my “yes.” We are not merging into one

May we practice freedom in intimacy. May we hold nothing back—not our rage, not our ecstasy, not our longing. And when we fail, may we begin again, softer and more fierce. I want a love that is true —even