Mirabela Luca
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The best thing in my life
You know that feeling when you are completely lost and don’t know where to go next, what to do? That used to happen to me a lot when I was young. I had no experience in the big, bad world. I was innocent and naïve, came from a very small town, from a family who did’t allow me to experience anything and kept me on a very short leash, to a big metropolis to university when I was 19. All I wanted was to make it in life, to finish university and fulfill my big dream of singing, but above all, I wanted love, the true kind that makes you warm inside and makes you dream of wonderful things and gives you hope. Makes you believe you can do anything and get through the worst as long as there’s 2 of you, together, as one. He wasn’t that, my boyfriend. I thought he was for a while, as he was my knight in shiny armour that saved me when I needed most and had no one, his eyes sparked when he saw me and was trembling when he touched me. He seemed capable of anything for me, for us. I loved him even though he was not my kind of man, physically. Everyone laughed: the beauty and the…undernourished they used to say. I didn’t care.. he had a good heart and was good to me. Helped me in my darkest hour and took care of me. But I don’t think he loved me either. Not really. I think he was attracted to my glow, I was the unreachable for him and when I actually gave him the time of day he was love struck. But not the kind that lasts as our romance soon faded. And I wanted out, as I was looking for something more. The ultimate love. And he wasn’t it. I wasn’t it for him either. So we parted ways for a short while. But when life has a way….
By Mirabela Luca5 years ago in Humans
Ice-cream
I think I love ice-cream more than any other food in the world. I was 7. My mum took me food shopping just before Christmas; I remember it was a really cold day with frozen snow on the ground. It was weeks old snow, all dirty and dusty, but still with the smell of winter in the air. I was wearing warm clothes but had forgotten my gloves on the radiator at home and kept thinking I lost them and mum will again get mad at me yell at me and hit me. We stop at several shops and met different people my mum talked to, all I was thinking about were my gloves, panicking in my head. Suddenly this man approaches me and hands me a chocolate ice-cream globe on a cone, my mum giggles and approves with a head nod. My world was in colours again, had a smile as big as a house. My favourite thing in the world! CHOCOLATE ICE-CREAM! Yes, it was winter, and cold, and no one else ate ice-cream, but who cared? I must have done something good if my mum rewarded me with ice-cream. I was so focused on licking my ice globe didn’t even listed to the conversation, didn’t care..the man walked with us. Boy, I sure wish I had my gloves as my hands were freezing on the cone but I’m not giving up! I’m sure I won’t see another ice-cream until summer comes. I’m nearly finished; my mum nudges me to “thank the lovely man for the ice-cream”. I mumble a thank you. He kneels and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then gives my mum a kiss on the cheek and wakes away. Mum meets a friend after a few more minutes and laughs loudly with her, talking with her very happy and showing her friend the almost finished ice-cream in my hands and says “See, he even thought of her!”.
By Mirabela Luca5 years ago in Psyche
“Don’t you know I’m no good for you?”
What if your whole existence you ask the universe for true love and when you find it, you can’t recognize it, as you don’t know its face? You don’t recognize the gestures, the words, the closeness, the emotional connections and vibrations because it never felt like that before. Because by now you lost faith that any man can love you like you deserve to be loved. I wish we would be born with a built in kit in our hearts and brains on “how to spot the ones who truly love you”.
By Mirabela Luca5 years ago in Humans
Kintsugi
Explanation: Kintsugi: the art of precious scars. Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as Kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
By Mirabela Luca5 years ago in Motivation
Betrayal is my middle name
I am a bad person. I made some bad choices, which I am ashamed of. But I cannot change the past. I betrayed one of my best friends in the worst way possible. I carry this burden with me since I was 19. I did not have the courage to say “I’m sorry” and take responsibility for my actions until I was 32.
By Mirabela Luca5 years ago in Humans
