Once Upon a Time: The Love of my Life

Dear IMA Diary,

Tonight I am hungry of stories and yes, I will tell a love story again, because I love love and I love stories. End.

Once upon a time in a tropical country, in a cold city 2600 meters closer to the stars there was a young woman, a young woman full of passion, full of energy, a curious one, a dreamer. Henceforth, I will call this young woman: Laura.

One day, Laura eager for adventure started a love journey, she grew up in a conservative, heteronormative society but, she did not believe in love. However, that day she decided to change her perspective and jumped into the unknown path of find the love of her life. She walked, swam and flew and she still didn’t believe in the love of the life, it was impossible for her to think about engaging with someone for eternity.

But then, in the corner of a shopping center she saw it (the love), almost hidden; she walked one step, one more, two, three, five, ten steps more and they crossed their first eye contact, she felt inside something that she was not able to describe, she began to shake and breathe fast. The conversation was short enough for Laura to realized that peculiar feeling, LOVE.

And therefore, Laura tried even the impossible to meet him, the dates were more often over time and the feelings deeper but then, she realized bruises in her body, pain in her shoulders and sometimes she felt frustrated because she couldn’t do everything that the lover asked for. And therefore, she put in practice multiple strategies to change and improve their relationship. Right until, she had to move to another city and she had to leave him, during that months she couldn’t stop thinking about him, she started eating a lot and filling her emotions with other activities, but, Laura still felt empty without her love.

Eventually, Laura was able to go back and they could meet each other again, she had to learn how to be with her love once more, she felt powerful and complete by that time, therefore, she grabbed him strong to be sure that he wouldn't let her fall again. her love was a pole, yes, Laura became a pole dancer, she knew from the first moment it would become the love of her life.

Dear IMA Diary, we are the stories that people tell us and the stories that we tell to people. Have you ever thought how diverse are the realities of everyone around? I feel lucky to be completed by stories around me and to be aware of it.

P.S. This is my romantic mood, a sample of my passion and me again playing with my poor English vocabulary.

P.S. Will you share with me a story, an experience?

With love,

My romantic soul

Laura