Let me tell you something about love and my heart:
They don’t do well with cages.
Not the gilded kind.
Not the “we’re just figuring it out” kind.
And definitely not the ones wrapped in expectations, roles, or cute little relationship status boxes. I’ve tried—goddess, I’ve tried.
I’ve played the part.
Smiled in the photos.
Called myself “his” and let him call me “mine.”
But somewhere inside, a deeper part of me—a wilder part—was whispering,
“You don’t belong in a box.”
My Love, I Am Not Yours. I Am With You.
In Tantra, love is not about owning—it’s about presence.
It’s the sacred union between two evolving beings, not a binding contract.
I don’t belong to anyone.
And no one belongs to me.
If I let you close, it’s not because I need to be claimed—it’s because I want to be known, cherished, and seen.
If I offer my body, my breath, my time—it’s not because I’ve signed something,
It’s because I chose to share this moment, fully.
You want to possess something?
Own a couch.
Own a dining room table.
I expect that to be there tomorrow.
But don’t treat me like furniture.
I am not yours. I am with you.
And that’s infinitely more sacred.
The Beginning Is Always Beautiful… But What Then?
Let’s be honest: the start is always intoxicating.
Adrenaline. Chemistry. Newness.
That “can’t stop thinking about you” thrill.
But once the dust settles?
That’s when most love stories turn into job descriptions.
Same coffee, same text replies, same routine.
Titles replace curiosity.
Predictability replaces presence.
And suddenly, it’s not two lovers—it’s a “couple.”
Performing love instead of experiencing it.
That’s not for me.
I Want the Dance, Not the Definition
I want to wake up each day and ask, “Who are you today?”
I want to keep discovering.
Not just you—but myself, through you.
Because I’m not the same woman I was yesterday.
I’m not even the same breath.
My love is alive, which means it needs space to move.
To shapeshift.
To rest and rise again.
To dance.
So no—I don’t want the label.
I want the rhythm.
The unfolding.
The mystery.
And if one day the dance ends—if you feel differently?
Then go in peace, my love.
I am not here to hold on to someone who no longer wants to be held.
Love Me in the Becoming
Let’s stop treating love like a purchase, or a contract with fine print.
Love is not a guarantee.
It’s a gift.
A flame offered freely, moment to moment.
When you remove the label, something magical happens:
We keep showing up.
We keep listening.
We keep choosing each other.
Because we’re not performing love.
We’re living it.
Breathing it.
Becoming it.
And that kind of love?
That’s the kind you don’t take for granted.
Recommendations:
If you’re drawn to the sacred dance between energies—without the need to own or control—this piece dives into the deeper essence of union:
💫 Tantra and Yoga: Uniting the Masculine and Feminine Energies for Spiritual Growth 💫
📖 Tantra: The Supreme Understanding by Osho
If you resonated with Love Without a Label, this one is for you. Osho invites you into love as presence, not possession—fierce, sacred, and free.
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