Category Archive: Love

What is, but isn’t.

What is there, but isn’t there? Hands on my face, pulling me near I long for his kiss that touches my skin, But never comes near my body. His voice I hear in… Continue reading

I reached out to a friend tonight

Tonight has been bad, very bad. My heart continues to break and I’m beginning to believe that maybe you just don’t want me. You don’t love me. My heart breaks a little more… Continue reading

The Heart Shatters, it Breaks & Bleeds

The heart breaks, it shatters, it falls to the floor in a bloody mess. We open ourselves to love, knowing full well we will suffer for it. The promise of something great, something… Continue reading

Grief

Grief. Pain. Loss. Those words are full of darkness and despair. All three of them coursing through my heart, body, and soul. One bad decision on top of another bad decision. I love… Continue reading

“Surprise — New Book Release”

“Surprise — New Book Release” @minnavonwalden https://medium.com/@minnavonwalden/surprise-new-book-release-a5124fd7caab Image by Erica Dal Maso 

I just revealed my biggest secret and insecurities!

I think maybe I could love this one. The search for “that person”, that person that is our person, it’s one of the most complicated tasks we set out to complete. What if… Continue reading

Can one really explain love?

Can one really explain love? That feeling of bliss and the reasons behind it? It’s a chemical reaction, I know. It’s a feeling, the butterflies and the almost drunk feeling. Drunk on love,… Continue reading

So what’s the point really? …searching for a partner and all that.

Some days, today, I just don’t even want to think about romantic relationships. I want them to be put off until some other time. Too much work, too hard on my heart, exhausting.… Continue reading

Well hello, Mr. Unicorn. Depression Lies

Today, I consider a lie — not my own, but one of Depression’s many deceptions. Minna, perhaps it’s time for you to fade back into the background of life. Maybe it’s time you stopped writing,… Continue reading

He asks about my boyfriend

A familiar face and familiar arms circling me in a hug. He asks about my boyfriend, as he always does. He looks sad and offers an apology when I explain that the man… Continue reading