Twinflame- Soapbox

Recently I read an article about a twinflame group that shall go unnamed. This is not a critique of that article but the article did get me thinking about my own beliefs.

Since I began my journey I have naturally looked up a lot of information online. Much of that information has come from Youtube videos. Some things resonate with me, other things don’t. It’s pretty personal, pretty subjective our beliefs and opinions. Everything below is an opinion. Take it or leave it.

As with all relationships one has a right to privacy, to boundaries. What we tell or don’t tell others about our relationships is completely up to us. I would wager it is very rare to disclose all the personal details of one’s relationships with others whatever the nature of the relationship. That said there seems to be a common theme of secrecy in twinflame relationships which I do not think is healthy. “No one but other twinflames can understand the journey.” I have said this myself more than once. If you tell other people about your experiences they might think that you are crazy, delusional, obsessed, eccentric etc. You get the idea. In reality each and every relationship is unique and no one can ever really understand in full the emotional experiences of another person which is why advice no matter how well-intentioned or sound won’t work for every person, every time.

We all have our own tastes. We all have our own definitions of love, of happiness. We all have our own ideals when it comes to the perfect partner, of the perfect relationship. What works for one couple does not necessarily work for every couple. So when we speak about our relationships, any relationship much is lost in translation, much is obscured by opinion but that doesn’t mean we can’t or should not speak about our relationships. I think one of the biggest problems facing society today is an inability to express our emotions in a healthy and constructive manner. As children we are rarely taught how to deal with difficult emotions. We learn how to mask and repress. We learn how to “fake” it. How to smile on cue but how many of us know what to do with painful feelings like grief, jealousy, resentment, and anger? How many of us know how to handle confrontation? To fight fairly? To stand up for our beliefs without trampling the beliefs and values of someone else? How many of us know how to listen and communicate effectively? I am not sure but I think many of us struggle with these issues.

There is a dangerous tendency to isolate oneself when undergoing any form of transformative process be it something like weight-loss, a new relationship, the adoptation of a new spirtual practice etc. We are afraid that the people in our lives will reject the “new and improved” version, that they will hamper our progress. We don’t like the old version of ourselves anymore so we push away anyone and everyone connected with that shameful part of our history/identity. What causes our family and friends to go full on panic usually has more to do with our isolation, our preemptive rejection than the actual changes themselves because honestly if we took the time to talk to them about the experience and included them in our “new and improved” lives they would (provided the relationship was a healthy one) have our backs. We could all use the support when undergoing a transformative experience. I propose that it is the secrecy and isolation and the “you couldn’t possibly understand what I am going through” haughtiness that causes our near and dear ones to worry themselves sick over our mental health. Yes people do grow apart but this a natural process and it need not involve any bridge burning. The only time ties need to be cut is in instances of abuse. Twinflame or not we are all human and as humans we all have an innate need to connect, to evolve, to explore.

Why should twinflames creep around in the periphery of society as if it were a taboo to desire a more meaningful relationship? That said I cannot speak for my twin. That means I won’t be revealing any personal information about my twin or anyone else without their expressed consent. My twin has free will, same as anyone else. So although I am open to a relationship with him I do not have the right to impose one on him. I am not looking to change him, to coerce him, to fix him (he isn’t broken). It would be an honor to have him in my life, to get to know him better, to share our lives together but this connection, as powerful and amazing as it is, does not give me the right to violate his (or anyone else’s) personal boundaries. There are people that apply the term twinflames to unhealthy and/or one-sided relationships but that is not a new thing. People have been abusing the word “love” for centuries! People start wars for the sake of philosophies that are supposedly geared toward peace. As disheartening as that is I do not think that we should give up on love and peace. I do, however, wonder if the “organized” bit isn’t the problem. When an individual and/or group of individuals get together to promote their various agendas. Maybe we should just believe what we believe and allow others do the same.

People in love act rather strange generally speaking. You might ordinarily be an articulate, witty, confident person but face to face with the object of your affection it is not all that uncommon to find yourself positively inarticulate, giggling for no reason whatsoever, red faced, out of breath, heart in your throat, heart going a 100 miles an hour. There are very few people who can’t relate to that experience, it is like 75% of adolescence. We have all had crushes or partners that our friends didn’t take to or understand. While the twinflame experience is unique in many ways and while many of the experiences are difficult to put into words there is one thing about it which all humans inherently understand, the desire to love and be loved in turn. So I say talk about it if you like. Talking about your journey will help those undergoing similar experiences. We can all benefit from improving our relationships, twinflame or not. Every single human has a spark of curiosity which is never extinguished and which can even surpass prejudice and fear. So never be afraid to speak your truth whatever your truth, whatever your experience of reality. Societal norms need to be challenged so that we can evolve. I think most of us would agree that there are issues within every society and that those issues don’t get resolved by pretending that normal and healthy are synonymous terms. Who wants to be normal anyway? Be original. Be healthy. Be you.

While I do use the term Divine Masculine I believe that the soul is both genderless and multi-gendered, like the Tao. Too often the TF journey is described using male and female stereotypes/paradigms. Whatever your biological gender, whatever your gender identity we are all simply human beings and human beings house multitudes. So do I think there needs to be a predominatently masculine energy and a predominately feminine energy? No. Do I think that male and female are the only states on the gender continuum? No.

I do believe that there will be differences because I believe those differences are needed to faciltate growth, evolution, and awaking. Your twin will challenge you. They will wake you up. They will shake you to your very core. So yes I do believe there is a yin/yang dynamic at play but it does not necessarily have anything to do with gender or gender identity. I think part of the journey is overcoming those stereotypes not in designing a more enlightened definition of male and female. The totality of a human being cannot be encapuslated by a label or defintion, however, clever.

As an example there comes a point in any exercise routine when one reaches a plateau. When one’s routine fails to illicit growth. At some point you have to step out of your comfort zone and challenge yourself, you have to change things up. That is the only way to continue progressing. Relationships like individuals are continuously evolving and if they do not have the space to evolve they will eventually enter a state of limbo. The twinflame journey isn’t any different. It is not the happily ever after you have heard about in Disney films. Like any relationship it takes work. Predominantly the twinflame journey is a spiritual journey and spiritual journeys can be challenging because they force one to face and integrate the parts of themselves that they most fear, the castoffs selves, the ouchy bits, the inner child. It is a journey of self-acceptance. No one is perfect. Mistakes will be made. Opinions will differ. To be mentally, spiritually, emotionally stimulated is one thing but abuse is something altogether different (abuse should not be tolerated). Sometimes when combing through the twinflame literature you come across toxic gender stereotypes. The way the masculine is described (at times) would give anyone pause for concern and it is in my opinion pretty degrading to anyone who identifies as masculine. Sometimes you see instances of abusive/toxic relationships justified in the twinflame relationship and that is not okay. While I do believe we are personally responsible for our own happiness and that a lot of good would come from acknowledging the power of our words, actions, and beliefs that does not give us the right to take advantage of others or to mislead others with grandiose promises. We all have moments of vulnerability and confusion. Be gentle with yourself and others. Taking responsibility also means acknowledging your fallibility, your humanness.

Each person, twinflame or not, has something to contribute, a purpose one both personal and profound. You matter. We all matter. Do I think twinflames are superior. No. We are all equal. I do think that we (and by we I mean everyone) all contain within us a piece of the divine. In Shintoism there is this lovely idea that our souls can never be poisoned/tarnished whatever our experiences in life. Our egos may lead us astray at times but we are all spiritual beings having a human experience.

Twinflames are meant to come into union in this lifetime. Maybe this is just my inner idealist speaking but it is truly what I believe. For those of us who identify as a twinflame (and I really use the term only for convenience, it is just a label) I am sure you have heard time and time again that union is rare. Why is that? Well there are many reasons and I only have time to name a few.

  1. Not all twinflames use the label. When I was a child I encountered an elderly couple and I have no doubt that they were twinflames (as I understand them) but that label was never mentioned and was quite likely unknown to them.
  2. Not all twinflames are public about their relationship/union. It is not as if people announce the details of their relationships to the world at every possible opportunity. Even if they did you wouldn’t have the time to keep up with everyone’s life story.
  3. It is a marketing strategy. Some twinflame groups and gurus emphasize the rarity of union in order to drive up profits for their services. While there is certainly good, sound advice to be had in spiritual truth you are already inseparable from your twin. So if you do find yourself in one of those tf groups and/or communities remember to trust your instincts first and foremost and don’t be afraid to ask questions if you need clarity or if something doesn’t sit right with you. If questions are frowned upon that is a red flag. Therapy is best left to a certified therapist. While credentials and diplomas don’t always guarantee quality of service or professionalism, I would still rather a surgeon perform my surgery than a businessman with a copy of Grey’s Anatomy. Communities can provide much needed support but I personally wouldn’t trust my trauma therapy to a spirtually-themed dating site. They may very well have something to offer, each person we encounter has something valuable to teach us, they be wildly entertaining but that does not qualify them to live your life or dictate the manner in which you live your life and it does not qualify them to tell you what you should or should not believe.

Since I have spoken about the inevitability of union I invite you to look at your own life and recount a few everyday “miracles”.

When I was young I got it in my head that I would go to Sweden. I grew up in a small southern town without many prospects for travel and limited financial resources. I had no connections to Sweden. All I had was a feeling, an inner knowing. I saved up. My mom found my stash and put it into a bank account. My Swedish fund became my college fund. I wasn’t even given the option. I didn’t have an elaborate plan for getting to Sweden and yet here I am living in Sweden. A Swedish citizen thanks to a series of mostly random events. I had very little control in the end. It just sort of happened and when it happened I simply accepted the oppurnity. The universe will always find a way. Now I have an inkling that I am meant to be elsewhere. A new cycle has begun

I have countless stories and I am guessing you have more than a few examples of situations and encounters that just seemed to fall into place as if by magic.

For me living in a world without magic is just too uninspired and depressing to contemplate. I would rather live in a world of magic and mystery. I believe that we are all powerful co-creators. Our limitations are all too often self-imposed. I won’t go into more detail on this topic because I have addressed it thoroughly in other posts. Suffice to say I believe that if you have found your twin it will work out eventually (not necessarily in the exact form you imagined it but there will be a coming together). I am not saying there won’t be any work involved because relationships obviously take effort. Relationships tend to be healthier when all parties are in a good place emotionally from the onset and this is one thing I really like about the literature on twinflames because it encourages one to hold off on entering a relationship until one is mentally and emotionally ready. If you are healthy you can be happy even without a relationship. As nice as romantic relationships are the relationship you have with yourself is crucial to your happiness and well-being so it deserves your attention.

Have you ever ended a relationship? Totaly burnt the bridge and still had that person pop back up into your life again some time later after a considerable and complete absence? The people who are meant to be in your life are going to be in your life. So if your situation seems hopeless just know that things have a way of sorting themselves out.

To wrap up. There is one last area in which my views tend to differ. Since this doesn’t just apply to twinflames I will take this discussion in general relationship terms. If you want a nice/loving partner, date one, don’t find the biggest jerk you can find and then spend the next 10 years attempting to sedate/punish/train them.

There are people who fear commitment. There are people with intimacy issues. I would say that if you are continuously meeting people who are commitment phobic the issue is probably more with your choices than with any one gender as a whole. Sometimes insecurities at the onset of a relationship led us to push for commitment prematurely (take your time and enjoy the process, never force anything). We have this notion that if we can make the relationship official we will be protected but the heart doesn’t exactly come with a warranty does it? Why would you want to marry someone who doesn’t want to marry you anyways? You deserve to be happy and settling isn’t really the way to go about it.

People, regardless of gender express themselves differently. Some people are verbally affectionate. Some people are physically affectionate. Some people express love with time and attention. Some people make grand romantic gestures. Some people are considerate but practical. The point is people express themselves in different ways and this is not something that changes very easily, the way we love, the way we express that love, so pick a partner that you appreciate as is, not a home-improvement project. Take the time to get to know your partner and yourself, it is worth it =)

Take Responsibility

Lately I have had in my head to write a few blogs. So here goes.


A life lesson hard-learned and still very much in progress


Don’t assign responsibility for your emotions to other people. I think there is this idea that our partner is supposed to make us happy. I think it also satisfies something within our own vanity if we believe that we have the power to make another person happy.


Why it doesn’t work/create balanced healthy relationships


It is a tremendous burden to place on another person. For whatever reason people believe that once they are mentally healthy/spiritually enlightened/in the right relationship they won’t have to deal with the so-called “unpleasant” emotions anymore. All previous traumas and wounds will be cured. They’ll achieve a near constant state of zen-like euphoria/tranquility. Emotions themselves are completely natural and necessary, they make life fuller/richer, and they are great teachers (we learn compassion through suffering). Emotions can’t be cured. There really isn’t a good or bad emotion, it is all in our response to the emotions. Are we able to express ourselves constructively when we are in a downward emotional spiral? Are we able to harness the energy from those so-called negative emotions in productive ways? Are we able to sit with our emotions whatever they are and experience them fully? Are we able to drop the story-lines, the hypotheticals, the what-if scenarios and remain open and curious to what is actually happening around us? Do we listen to our intuition or do we seek absolute truths and confirmations? Probably not all of the time and that’s okay. It is okay to be human!


When you believe your emotions are external/caused by other people then you seek out external remedies/solutions. Any relief we get from these external remedies is temporary at best and can lead to various addictions and unbalanced relationships. You feel lonely so you text your crush for the 15th time. Your cute, funny, sweet, whiny, passive aggressive texts have nothing to do with spending quality time with this person they are for you and about you. You want to feel better and you have determined that the way to feel better is by obtaining validation from your crush. Even if your crush responds to you with humor/kindness/compassion/sensitivity and is able to provide you a moment of relief/distraction you will quickly find that the feeling of loneliness returns and just like with any addictive behavior you will require increasingly high doses of validation in order to numb your sense of loneliness. Only you don’t just feel loneliness anymore. You also feel guilt/shame/hopelessness/worthlessness. If your crush does not respond favorably you are also likely to feel humiliated/resentful and altogether unworthy of love. Meanwhile your crush could be left feeling drained/taken for granted/guilty etc. 


A partner who has been given this burden/responsibility will invariably come to see your negative emotions as a failure on their part. You are sad which means they have failed you. They feel guilty. In time they will start to resent your negative moods altogether and your negative moods will almost certainly send them into a downward emotional spiral. They will find it difficult to listen to you when you need to talk about emotionally-charged topics because they are too busy trying to fix/solve the issue and fix/solve their perceived inadequacies. Your sadness will almost become a betrayal to them. They will start to feel that you are ungrateful because they have been bending over backwards to please you. If you yourself find that you get angry with your partner when they are in a bad mood even without provocation then guess what you are operating under the illusion that you are somehow magically in charge of their emotions. You are taking their moods personally. You are making their moods about you! It’s not about you! How can you ever express compassion to another person if you make everything about you?! If you are shielding them from responsibility for their actions then you might even be depriving them of valuable life lessons. We develop confidence by facing opposition there is no other way.


A relationship like this can’t be balanced because these types of relationship really diminish respect on both sides of the equation over time.


Relationships absolutely enrich our lives. Humans are social creatures. We have a need for connection. There is nothing wrong with that and there is nothing wrong with curling up in someone’s arms and having a good cry. There is also nothing wrong with being that lap/shoulder. It can be a very beautiful thing. When you shift your mind set from being responsible for your partner’s feelings/happiness to being responsible for your own feelings/happiness you will find you are able to give more generously, to experience and express gratitude/love more fully, to be more authentic with your partner etc. Also you will start to be more curious about who your partner is/is becoming as a person. All too often we have this arrogance/pride that we know our partner what they think/feel/need/will do/say in any situation and we build this very limiting construct of the person that doesn’t really allow them much space to grow/breathe/be. It is scary to think of someone changing/growing if you have given them control of your happiness you know? Teach people how you want to be treated by loving yourself first!

Delirium of Violets

Fantasy Couple

My nerves will never subside

The thought of you scatters

The debris wild within me

We will never be domestic

Even when the day rests

My heart still partitions

A little more space

For the man who has

Answered everything

Even the existential why


These bonds are not tethers

But feathers filled with sky

Even if imperfect, the hunger

Within me feds the appetite

Within you and we are

A plague of butterflies

A delirium of violets

The necessity of dust

We fight for every breath

Knowing that forever

Is not a question of when

But a promise to reside


If I am not around today it’s because Sam is working on my laptop. For some reason I am having a hard time getting it to connect to the power source.

This is for Tale Weaver’s Prompt I am not good with the mushy stuff hides face

2 ½ by 3 ½

AllureI wedge myself into

Your cavernous wallet

A photograph immutable

In a flimsy plastic sheath

A face unburdened by passage


Proliferate as nicotine stains

I infiltrate every omission

Such is addiction when free


A perennial smile

That exsanguinates fear

A love that endures gracefully

Even in confinement

You present me to strangers

With a credulous pride

She is mine can you believe it?


I slept very poorly last night and so unfortunately writing did not come easily at all! I went with something light and cute

3 Little Love Poems




By the same force

That incites migration

In Arctic Terns

We nest our bones



In the consummation

Of love


We create within

A passage

That the other

May never want

For warmth


Your heart hangs above

Like a laboring moon

She is generous

With her expectations

But always forgiving


(night full of seizures almost went to the emergency room not sure how available or coherent I’ll be)



I alter the planes

Of my face to replicate

A more affable


Do I render myself


In the assumptions

Of smiles not yet


Or is happiness

In part conditioning?

I was fed of tragedy

I know not

What fate

I should attune

But to surrender

To my savage blood

Is surely unforgivable


I had more than one poem I wanted to share, I wrote a few today woot. I forgot my trash can at the recycle station today now I am out a trash can and they are weirdly expensive. I didn’t realize I had walked off without it till I was making dinner and went to throw something away and it wasn’t there (5-6 hours after I went to the recycle station mind you). Knowing me I probably just chucked it in with plastics lol. Life is extremely strange for me. This story has nothing to do with the poem just random sharing.

Polarity #8


There was no sign of his roommate on exiting and no means to reopen the portal. Was the his friend lost in an internal void or had he simply been refused admittance? A thorough investigation of the shrubberies offered no clues and it was with a heavy heart that he eventually climbed into his bedroom window. The alarm clock read 8 am but he knew not the day for the calender had not been changed since his departure. How long had he been away? What had become of his family in his absence? What suffering had his curiosity imposed? He changed out of his wet clothes, his drawers were precisely as he’d left them, his bed still unmade. Did they expect his return? Or were they simply catering his ghost?


He found his mother elbow deep in the kitchen sink, she was washing up after breakfast. Her contented smile did not betray grief. “Good morning…” She said catching the startled youth in her periphery. “You must have been exhausted…it’s unlike you to sleep in…” She commented regarding him with a teasing smile. Her smile soon turned to a look of surprise. “Your hair it’s so long…” She said in wonderment He reached up and ran his hands through his chin length locks shyly. Indisputable proof of his prolonged excursion. Removing her yellow dish gloves she went over to him and stroked his cheek. Her hands were warm but callused, they were the hands of a woman who’d labored her whole life. “Would you like me to give you a haircut?” She offered.

“No thanks I like it better this way….” He said shaking his head. Reaching into her pocket she fished out an elastic black band and motioned for him to turn around. Complying she pulled his hair into a partial ponytail, a consideration for work no doubt.

“I’ll get you some breakfast…the others are already outside…we’ll join them when you’re finished…” She said but before she could escape he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “You’ve grown…” She said noting the change in both his height and weight.


Weeks passed and life assumed a familiar rhythm. His absence had appeared to them only two hours still they noticed the changes that had taken place in both his appearance and manner. They thought him happier and most of the time he was happier but every now and then he found himself gazing sadly into his neighbor’s hedges. In support of his interest they bought him a guitar for his birthday. On finding that he could already play they were both shocked and delighted. They never spoke of what had happened.

His father was the one that had brought him the audition notice for a local band and it was thanks to his father that he stood now perplexed amongst an excited audience. In that moment he discovered the fate of his roommate. Pushing through a throng of excited onlookers he came to stand several feet away from a huge black stallion, atop which, his missing mate sat triumphantly. Dressed as a general and surrounded by cameramen he had to assume the handsome youth was filming a movie but how had he gotten into the city? His former roommate motioned for a pause on seeing him. Climbing over the rope partition he hurried over to his costumed friend. The last vestiges of his anxiety dissolved, smile weightless.

“We’ll meet up later tonight…give me your address…” Borrowing a pen and a scrap of paper from a cameraman he hurriedly drew a map and stuffed it into his former roommate’s palm.


Seeing as this was a dream I can”t rightly explain the ending but at long last I finished it woohoo! My dreams are monsters geez I basically compose full nonsensical novels in my sleep. I will respond to the prompt on Monday I have it ready I just wanted to knock Polarity out first.

Polarity Installment #4


Night came slowly in the assumption of cloaks. He managed to brood through dinner unimpeded. Before bed he stopped his father in the hallway and asked his question again. What difference would the audience make? What difference could the answer make when his course was irrefutable? “How do you do it The same thing day after day?” The man stood in silence turning his son’s words over as if his tongue were a lathe. “No matter how challenging the day in the end I have my family to come home too…there is no greater reward…besides most days I love my job…” There was something comforting about the heavy callused hand on his shoulder. “That’s all I wanted to know…Good night….” The youth said proffering up a smile, which was as much for his own sake as his fathers.


He didn’t dare dream but waited impatiently for the hours to pass. His brother slept soundlessly facing the door. Shafts of moonlight divided the darkness but did not disperse the shadows that resided now in his heart. Why did he struggle with such obvious questions? His life had been so simple as a child. Every action served the highest purpose. Now suddenly that same life seemed a tourniquet. His family held him together, held him too tightly perhaps.


Though she had cited the location in the map he was still surprised to find her standing in his neighbor’s front yard. When she spotted him she waved him over conspiratorially and there they stood hunkered over by a row of meticulous hedges. “Why did you come here” The woman asked her tone bordering on accusatory. Had she forgotten? Had he mistaken her bravado as invitation? “Because you invited me…” He said. “Too obvious…why did you really come here?” She asked tapping his chest in expectation of a depth he was not certain he possessed. “Instinct…” He confessed without elaboration. “You acted on a foreign impulse…not on rules or rationale…but in response to an internal summons…” She elaborated and he, faced with her conviction, could only nod in agreement.


“I know behind that stoic facade that you suffer…you have no outlet…no identity outside of the hive…you want for more but don’t have the experience to identify your desires…” She went on impervious to his reactions, to his agony. “Wouldn’t you rather write your own book? Then live as if embalmed?” She asked eyes on him as if his words now meant everything to her. “Yes…” He spoke the words in a whisper but she heard them as a declaration. “Do you know anyone that is truly happy? Truly free?” She asked. “My parents are usually happy….” She blinked owlishly in surprise before breaking out inappropriately into laughter. “It’s an act…all of this is fake…do you not feel the chains about your wrists…” She said picking up his hands and dropping them as if the weight of his arms were the reason for an earthbound existence.


“The true nature of the universe is chaos…rules are for machines…indulge yourself…live while you can because just like that it’s over…” She snapped her fingers to emphasize brevity. “I think it’s better if I just show you the alternative…then you can decide for yourself…” She said fishing a cosmetic case from her purse. Opening the compact she directed the mirror to the greenery before snapping it abruptly closed. The hedge took on an eerie electrical glow and the youth could do nothing but stare in awe. Here lies the rabbit hole. Here departs sanity. “Now is your chance to be a hero…” She said offering the youth a delicate hand. Her words were exciting and he couldn’t help but be charmed by them. Taking her hand in his strong one, he knew the gentleness of meticulous detail and though he swallowed her wholly he did not crush her.

Prompt 21 My Story


This weeks prompt is My Story any of you who read my post “My Story” got a preview. Hopefully you’ve been contemplating, maybe you’ve even gotten started, maybe you’ve even finished. For those of you who didn’t read the prompt preview or for those of you who just need a reminder choose a period of your life to relate (if ambitious you can do an abridged version of key moments of your life up until this point).  My own story attempts to answer the question “What triggered you to write?” I want your story to answer a question as well but it need not be the same question in fact it can be any question at all “What is the driving force in your life?” “What is love?” “What is the most profound spiritual experience you’ve ever had?” The question can be deep or it can be much simpler “Why do I love penguins?” “Why do I hate hotdogs?” The story you share can be light-hearted and funny or it can be the kind of story that leaves your audience in tears or it can be something in between. You can be the hero, the villain, or just a neutral character in the story. I have shared some dark elements of my nature and past. I have shown some of my character flaws,  you do not have to share anything you do not feel comfortable sharing. If you want to talk about summer camp and you loved summer camp talk about summer camp. It is up to you. If you want to share a photo or artwork share something particularly meaningful to you, a work that you are especially pleased with). Your entries this week might be long so it will take me longer to read and comment on them. I will get to all of them though as I always do. I have a busy weekend so I may not get started until next week.

Day 16 “A Song For A Wedding?”


I know there a lot of fabulous love songs out there with water work lyrics but I chose something charming, cute, and lively. I am sorry for the quality for some reason none of the available versions had decent quality. For my husband and I this is the kind of love song that more closely embodies us because although we are romantic, we don’t take ourselves too seriously. My ultimate romantic vision was to be given a bubble gum machine ring, granted I was a teenager at the time, but I haven’t changed much. I still prefer thoughtful, sweet, silliness over extravagant gifts and stuffy dinners in restaurants with miniature replicas of the Eiffel tower in the place of food. I don’t think money improves the quality of a gift, I think it’s sentiment.