picture by yaël sloma // check out the supernice fashion editorial she did for borderlinemag.com // when will i make it to that beautiful tel aviv.i had a chat with my flatmate today, on our balcony. there's this guy she likes back in croatia, and he likes her too. he's an old schoolfriend of hers, and when she visited croatia a couple of weeks ago and met him for a drink, they hit it off. they've been in touch ever since and quite frequently so.
so we were talking about love today on the balcony and i asked her: have you ever been in love? you know, with the "ohdoeshelikemetoo?"-beginning and the freeze-frame-moment of the first kiss?
she answered: i don't know. maybe once. but i'm not in love now. damian (croatia-guy) is nice and he's crazy about me and it feels right; but i don't think i'm really in love with him.
there it is. it feels right but it's not love.
if it's love it feels right too but something (someone) feeling right doesn't mean love at all. it means comfort. security. it means home. safety. a guardian. it means no worries. no being afraid. this feeling is also needed in a relationship, but you can't base one on it.
i guess it's finding a balance between trieb und vernunft. what you want and what you know is good for you.
do you know what's good for you?
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