Good morning or good night, wherever you are in the world. I hope you are all doing frantastic and are truly happy. Today I wanted to talk about a universal language, the love language that is. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic and love writing extraordinary love stories. When I hear a lovely love song, I get really deep into the lyrics. Needless to say, the thought of losing someone I love just shatters my soul into a million pieces.”Losing love significantly impacts well-being, causing grief similar to other losses, but healing involves accepting feelings, leaning on support, and prioritizing self-care like exercise, healthy eating, and new routines, while also reflecting on personal needs and seeking therapy if needed for mental health challenges like depression or anxiety.”

Lovelies, when I’m truly madly deeply in love, I will do anything for that special someone I love. I’m very loyal and incredibly loving. Furthermore, when I fall in love, I do it completely. Nothing is really off limits; truly, the sky’s the limit. With that said, I wanted to tell you about a dream I had this morning. It is a story of a lost love. We met when I was 31, and he was 34. I was doing my usual daily walks in the park when he suddenly stopped me. He introduced himself and told me his name. At first, I was not terribly interested. Day after day, I would spend time with him in the park. I really started getting to know him, and he was just as eager to get to know me. He seems to understand and know me as no one else has ever done. Like he really sees me. Then last summer passed, I lost him. That was back in 2014. He asked me how I felt about him, and I lied. I told him I saw him only as a friend, nothing more. That day has forever haunted me, even to this very day. Lovelies, my heart is aching, and I have a lot more things I would like to share. Stay tuned for the continuation. Bye, see you later.