Want to know about “intentions behind intentions?”
Only once and recently, have I heard of such a thing. Said by a man about a woman who preceded me. (It seemed, to me, an awfully strenuous practice to think not once, but two times back in history, in search of negativity. I, choose to see good. I like the world better that way.)
Same man, different conversation: he disclosed, and I quote, his “plan,” preconceived to my arrival, to “make [me] fall in love with [him].” I thought, ‘that’s cute…’ But, ‘no shot, man!’ All he’d known of me was my picture, I questioned him. But he had read (or, maybe, researched) my writing; my writing is me, I believed in him.
Not with intention, nor expectation, but with full heart, I walked through his gate. Never broken, however, wounded heart, in my hand, I carried out.
What a fucking pawn I am! Because he did exactly what he INTENDED to do (WHAT HE TOLD ME HE’D DO), and unbeknownst to me, I did too.
And today, he posted this:
To which I responded in comment:
Moments later, the post was removed.
“Om. Shanti. Shanti. Om.”
Together in Love,
xob
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