Love: It’s not too late.
Me: Not too late for what?
Love: For you.
Me: For me to what?
Love: To find love. For love to find you.
Me: Yes it is. I told 55 it’s okay, though. I give love. I’ll make that enough.
Love: Is that enough, beloved?
Me: I dare not ask.
Love: Why not?
Me: What if love never comes to find me? What a fool I would be then. No way shall I be a fool for love.
Love: It’s not too late. Ask. Love shall come for you.
Me: I have been asking for such a long time. So long, in fact, I have stopped asking. I have stopped waiting.
Love: What if I have been the one asking? The one waiting? For you to BELIEVE?
Me: Hmmm.
Love: What are you waiting for?
Me: For You to come find me.
Love: Again, beloved, what if I have been the one waiting for YOU?
Me: Ah.
Love: Aha!
asking for love,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep asking for love. Perhaps, Love has been waiting for you. Let’s go. We got some living to do, eh, beloveds?
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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