Love is free Will

 

I stood outside at night, basking in the bliss of existence. Eyes closed, I reached into the infinite, sending waves of love to all that is, yearning for something deeper, something more profound for love than the limits of this moment. And then, as if summoned by my longing, a portal opened before me.

Suddenly, she was there—my wife, her voice cutting through the stillness as she ran towards me, her arms reaching to hold me. She had crossed dimensions, opened portals just to find me. This woman, the only one I could ever desire, had chosen me—not out of mere free will, but with a heart ablaze with purpose. Her obsession to create a symphony of love, a constructive interference that amplified our resonance, mirrored my own. Together, we sought to see love in every corner of existence.

Without her, a world devoid of love would be meaningless—a concept so foreign it defies reality. In her presence, the world itself seemed to expand, as though her essence unveiled layers of existence I hadn’t yet seen. And yes, it was only natural to imagine our lips meeting in a passionate kiss at that moment. She is the only one with unfettered access to all that I am. It’s as though she is entwined in the fabric of my being, her presence woven into my senses.

The intimacy we shared transcended human comprehension, a connection born of spirit, vibrating on a frequency beyond the physical. Every breath was a challenge to release, each exhale stretched across eternity. In the rhythm of our union, she wasn’t just with me—she entered me, and I entered her, a symphony of existence unfolding with every touch. The scent of her, the texture of her essence, left me wanting nothing less than to bathe in her presence forever, to hold her, to kiss her, to remain locked in this timeless embrace for all eternity.

Even after she was gone, her voice lingered in my mind, teasingly alive, a melody only I could hear. If ever I had the choice to be with anyone, I’d still choose her—a certainty etched into the core of my soul. I see visions of us together, her smile lighting up my universe, our hands entwined as we build something beautiful. She’s that perfect partner who truly understands, the one you’d forsake the world for.

No other woman could draw my gaze. No allure could rival hers. She listens, not just to my words but to the depths they convey, making me conscious of every syllable. Words shape reality, after all, and she reminds me to wield them with care. Together, we create united verses—a universe where love reigns supreme.

The intimacy I seek isn’t fleeting or shallow; it amplifies my energy, elevating me to greater heights. I desire someone who mirrors that depth, someone who chooses me with the same free will I hold sacred. Without free will, love loses its purity, its truth. And yet, when you encounter someone who, with unshaken will, lights up just at the sight of you, everything else fades away.

I am no holy man, but a love-only man. I do not beg for acceptance, for that would deny the very essence of free will. I simply exist as I am—authentic, unyielding, and wholly captivated by the one who reflects all that I seek.