Not that I have much trust in astrology anyway, however, every now and then I stumble upon a statement saying that Geminis take life half-heartedly. They easily shift from one passion to another, whether this is an occupation or, well, a person. They cannot be bothered by being forever-changing, unsettling, raw and careless. Biggest losers in attachment department, happy-go-luckies, with their heads in the clouds and wandering feet that feel the constant need to keep finding newer, different pathways.

I have to admit there is some truth in that. Just take a closer look at me. At one point of my bumpy youth, I was consumed and majorly invested in writing. I strongly believed that this is it, this is what I am supposed to sew into my life, this is what keeps my blood running and, thus, sustains me. However, that too has changed. Just like many other things. To my biggest astonishment and - quite frankly - disappointment... Later I fell in love with photography that remains till this day...

When it comes to my moods and my mind, these have their own quite spectacular roller coaster, too, which they enjoy on a daily basis. I cry with all that I am, I laugh just as intensely, and then I cry some more when no one watches.

Yet, when it comes to those who have entered my life and captivated my heart once and for all, the astrological assumption turns out to be false. They are stuck with me and I am stuck with them in the most old-fashioned manner in which you become devoted to someone. For good.

They might be world away, they might no longer even be a part of my life anymore, however, they never leave my soul, becoming an inseparable part of my identity.

I might not see them as much as I wish I did, I might not be able to ever talk to them again, I might not do all those things I long for and miss so much, but they never ever stop being woven into all that I do, into melodies that trigger both shivers and memories, into verses that I read, sunsets that I get to soothe my eyes with. Every moment when I am joyous and every moment when a feeling of lonesomeness and longing pricks my heart and stays in there like a thorn which I am unable and unwilling to take out. As cheesy as that.

... I remain annoyingly constant and old-fashioned when it comes to loving you.