Captured love ~ 💞

While she realized he was the one who captured her soul, she knew she had to protect her heart for what was coming. Love was just the one thing that was too much, love was the only thing she needed. Love was the thing that made her wild. Her spirit desired the escape, but her soul took her to the one that made her heart beat faster. There wasn’t anything she could do besides live with the love that lightened her world in the darkest times.

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Lynn ~ 4 ~ a nice meeting ~ part I

Of course I was scared, but life goes on and my parents knew that. After that day, I was forced to continue my life without intruding my parents too much. My mother insisted that me and my brother would focus ourselves on our careers. Our parents were extremely proud we made it the way we did. Even though we didn’t choose the job like they did, we have found our happiness in photography and sports. It wasn’t easy because business became tough, especially for me as social media made it more possible for people to make pictures themselves. So I was looking for new ways that would make my work unique from other photographers. Luckily I was active on social media pretty soon, but I also expanded my portfolio and was available for different kinds of photography. One of these days I was invited to attend an opening where King Willem-Alexander and Queen Maxima would be present. It was a nice chance, but it was also the day my mother would receive the results of  her first chemo’s. 

Nevertheless I was present that day and I was able to make some nice pictures of them. In the end I was one of the few photographers allowed to go into the office with the King and Queen and some of the management staff. For a moment I was checking my phone really quickly. I noticed I received one message and because of the message I was glancing to my phone just to long.

‘Is everything okay?’ It was one of the managers.

‘Yes. No. I am sorry. I will continue.’ I quickly put my phone back in my pocket.

‘What’s wrong?’ The manager asked again. His voice was nice, but I wasn’t very familiar with him, so I felt hesitant to tell him. However, I did check her phone in front of the King ad Queen, so I felt somewhat obliged to.

‘My mom. She got her results, from her fist chemo sessions. I was curious. My apologies your majesties.’ I bowed lightly and politely with my head.

‘You don’t need to apologies’, the Queen answered quickly. ‘How bad is her condition?’

‘Bad. I am sorry. Thank you for asking. I will continue my job.’ I lifted my camera a bit.

‘She got her results today?’ The manager asked again. ‘Yet here you are, working.’

‘Well that’s one of the promises I made her. She doesn’t want me there, but my father is with her.’ I made a few pictures of the King and Queen with the managers. I noticed they were very relaxed, more then before. ‘I think she won’t forgive me, if I didn’t come home with some nice pictures of our King and Queen.’

Luckily everybody could laugh about my small joke. I could stay during the meeting and it wasn’t for long the King and Queen left.

A life unanswered ~ 🌾

What will you do when life only gives you questions? When everything you know, seems to disappear? You try to get the chances you would have missed, if you had all the answers.

~ life of Lynn ~ 🌾~

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Lynn ~ 3 ~ changed ambitions

‘Your hair is so long.’ My mom holds my hair in her hand. ‘You want me to cut it for you?’

‘Just a little bit’, I say. ‘When will your treatment start?’

‘Next week I believe.’ She takes my hand en guides me to the kitchen where she immediately puts me on a chair. Ever since I was a kid she was the one cutting my hair. First because she loved my hair so much, but soon she wanted to be the only one to cut it. She learned the basics from a friend who was a hairdresser herself.  ‘I want it different this time’, she says while brushing my hair. ‘I want it different this time and I want you to listen to me. You should focus on your career…’

‘Mom no…’

‘Yes. Your career, your life. Your dad will be more home often, it’s possible with his work now. You and your brother should be focused on your life now. I won’t have you in my house for weeks. Just come over, but you won’t live her. Understood?’

‘I…’ I sigh. ‘My career is fine.’

‘Your ambition was being a foreign news reporter.’

‘Ambitions can change.’

‘That’s right. What are your new ambitions?’ Her face is now in front of me. ‘You’re not a foreign news reporter.’

‘I don’t want to be any more.’

‘What do you want to be?’

‘I don’t know and I don’t care…’

‘My love, this can’t happen. That’s what I mean.’

‘I am a photographer. I can do anything if I want. I have multiple assignments and I manage. It’s fine…’

‘It’s fine’, she repeats.

‘Yes’, I shrug my shoulders. ‘I have many ideas and the market is changing.’

‘You can teach.’ Finally she continues with my hair.

‘Teach what?’

‘Photography? Writing?’

‘No way!’

She laughs. ‘Okay, I am sorry. I should have known.’

‘Why are you telling me this?’ I feel my eyes burning, but I don’t want to give in. I do not want to acknowledge the fear inside of me. So doesn’t she. We stay quiet, finally, until my hair is done. 

‘I will be happy when I know you’re settled.’

‘Settled how? A boyfriend? A husband? A job? All the above?’

‘All the above. And I want to be here so I can meet him.’

‘I don’t know if I want to.’ I get a little poke in my arm. ‘I did meet someone, but they’re never…I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know indeed. That’s why I want you to focus on your own life. Figure it out, now I am here.’


‘Listen to me, I want you to. I’ve talked to your father and he agreed. His work is fine, we are fine, but you’re not. You did too much for me and for us. Now we want you to work on yourself. We’re here. We’re always here to help you and guide you. Just do this while we’re here.’

While I know what she’s saying. I don’t know how to do it. Maybe I don’t want to focus on me. Perhaps that’s why I love the camera or other stories. I don’t want to write about me or picture me. My whole focus goes to the world around me and that’s fine. It’s safe. Sometimes I don’t even feel I exist. I don’t exist, my mom does and she needs to stay. Without her, I am lost. I put my arms around her and hold her tightly.

‘I am here, Lynn. Don’t be scared. I’m here.’

Losing love ~ 💟

She was losing the safest place on earth, the love of her life, the soul of her being. How could she exist without the one who cherished her? How could she live when all there is left is emptiness? She cherished every light, she cherished every sparkle, to remember the greatest gift she had ever known that is called love.

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