With colourful Stinas visit in Sweden and without any social life here, time by myself is a faithful friend and  I’ve  been thinking a lot during all the biking. What about love?  How is it possible to stop loving someone? I see it happen, and I’m not judging…  just wondering. If you love someone, with every part of your body and soul, how can that love just ends?

There’s no secret at all, my brothers are closest to me. There aren’t many human beings I could, or would, do everything and even more for. To be honest. What I feel about them, the protective and overwhelming care which I control, that couldn’t stop. I’m very aware of the different kinds of love. But aren’t we a little bit too fast to categorize everything? How do you know the difference between love that could end and love that couldn’t? Until you’re at the edge of an emotional crack.

Relationships, with siblings and others, Sometimes you got to learn how to love. Over just the last years.  I’ve been learning how to stretch my heart. To love even more. My family reduplicate in size. The idea of two families became reality, all of a sudden. It was harder than I first imagined. A clever and lovely classmate in my bibleschool asked the simple questions, really meaning them and hit the nail I didn’t know even existed! Awesome person by they way.
However, It took a while for the feelings to grow and even though it’s a long way to go. I know it’s going to happen,  Loving my families equally. I’ve been exercising the biggest muscle of them all: my heart.

It was a really strange feeling. To actually feel how the heart grows.. Like a circle to be able to reach everyone. It has been a lifelesson- to feel.

Logial, analytical Evelina. The rational one with messed up plans and good determinations. Always preferring acting with the head rather than the feelings. Hm.. So while I’m expecting mine tights growing too big (from all those bikerides) I’m stretching my legs.. and my heart continues to grow.