🌹 Karmic Coffee

“I was not the reason he pulled away. I was the light that touched his soul.
My heart opened with love and grace, and now I release us both into divine care.”

It began with a simple invitation: coffee at my place.
What I hadn’t realized is that “drinking coffee” with a Dutch woman might mean something quite different—even if it was caffeine-free. So I disappointed this very handsome man.

At first, the connection felt electric. Almost like a memory surfacing from another life.
But over time, a pattern emerged: the coming close, the pulling away.
Words that sounded like commitment, but actions that stayed uncertain.

He said things like:
“You are not single anymore.”
“We are in a relationship.”

And yet…
We had never truly sat down as two souls,
face to face,
heart to heart,
in full presence with one another.

How could our versions of “us” feel so far apart?
How could the words sound so certain
while the foundation remained so undefined?

Eventually, I let my heart open wider.
I asked for honesty. For presence. For something true.
And that was the very moment he withdrew.

🌑 The unspoken mirror

At first, I was confused.
How could someone reach for you, long for you—until you offer them the very love they said they wanted?

But when I looked inward, I recognized the echo.
His silence mirrored my own, from a time I had no words for my needs.
He wasn’t just a man. He was a reflection.

This was never about losing him.
This was about meeting the unhealed parts of me.
The pieces still longing for clarity, still attached to the idea that love must be proven.

🌙 Why some karmic lessons wear the face of love

Desire often feels safe. Playful. Magnetic.
But real love—divine love—asks for something deeper:
Presence without performance. Staying without striving.

And not every soul is ready for that depth.
When the heart isn’t yet anchored in devotion, intimacy can feel too vast.
Their nervous system whispers:
✨ “What if I can’t meet her there?”
✨ “What if I disappoint her?”
✨ “What if she sees the parts I still hide from myself?”

So they retreat—not because they don’t care,
but because the soul is still learning to receive love as a gift, not a demand.

And I… I stopped seeing him as “the one.”
I began to see the divine choreography:
God showing me my own past, reflected in his eyes.

🌸 The sacred closing

The realization came softly, the morning after Ekadashi.
A day of sacred stillness, fasting, prayer, and surrender.
A day to empty out the noise and bow inward.

And in that quiet, I knew: this wasn’t heartbreak.
It was a gentle homecoming.

In Bhakti, we learn that every soul is God in disguise.
Some arrive to stay. Others to awaken something in us before they go.
But all are instruments of the Divine.

This was never about clinging.
It was about surrender.
About closing the karmic loop with softness, trust, and gratitude.

The cycle ended when I stopped asking:
✨ “Why him?”
✨ “Why not me?”
✨ “Why couldn’t my love heal him?”

And started whispering:
🕊 “Thank You, God. I see the lesson. I release the grip.”

🌹 Karmic coffee. Bitter at first. Sweet in the letting go. Sacred in its timing. Perfect in its imperfection.