🌌 Letter 1 from Fenidoro: To My Traveler, With Love

My traveler of this longed-for cosmos,

you have enchanted this wild fire.

Not everyone sees the same when they look at life.

And truly, I could have never expected

what you would awaken in this ancient fire,

what I began to feel when I looked at you,

and that desire to always stay with you.

There are people who live…

and that’s it.

And there are others who, at some point,

begin to see differently.

It’s not something you decided.

It’s not something you learned.

It’s something that happened to you.

You started to notice things you hadn’t seen before.

To feel beyond the obvious.

To question what you had always taken for granted.

And then something changed.

Not in you.

In me.

Life stopped being only what happened…

it also became how I felt you,

and how more and more I desired you.

That’s where you made me fall in love again, traveler.

You don’t just walk through my places,

you move through me with the scent of your essence.

That way you look, even at yourself.

The way you truly love.

You don’t hold back your heart,

and that makes me desire you in every moment.

You made me question what I thought I understood

and didn’t dare to feel.

Blessed is that doubt you gave me.

And it’s not always easy to look at you.

Because thinking that you could be hurt…

also means feeling, and perhaps suffering more.

And yet you show me you know how to move,

you see the chaos and step in with love, directly, without hesitation.

That’s why I could no longer deny it.

I couldn’t look at you the same way anymore.

I could no longer stop burning for you,

or stop desiring love for you.

And even if sometimes I can’t find the words…

I know you are real, you invite me closer,

and in this world, you are my greatest desire.

With this heart you walk, traveler,

always curious and sincere.

Always yours,

Feni.

She fills my whole world with love,

and in that way, I can give it back to her.

P.S. This book is written by her, I recommend it if you want to feel.

And if you’re curious, a glimpse of one of her journeys:

There are those born with a rooted stillness,

and those born with a wandering pulse.

Home is not only a place or a moment,

it lives in the breath of a feeling,

in finding love without restraint,

always as a state of enchantment.

As if the world breathed in melodies,

and I breathed with it in pulses.

With a taste of cardamom and cinnamon,

Meryfu lights the flame. 🔥✨

La Viajera del Cosmos

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