THE REAL LOVERS
May 3, 2025 (Saturday 5:37am)
There was a woman who lost her way in a dark forest. She wandered around in the middle, not knowing where she was going. As she walked, she met a young man.
The girl asked the young man which was the right path. There were three paths: to the left, in the middle, and to the right. The young man showed her the right path, which was the middle one. While they were talking on the side of the road, on the very corner, the young man fell in love with her.
(I was just watching them, they couldn't see me. )
Then the young man asked the girl if she would accept him. The girl was embarrassed because she had a pimple on her chin. "Do you still want me even though I have a big pimple on my face, here on my chin?" The girl said.
And the young man replied, "A pimple is not important in love."
To a true lover, a pimple on the face is not important, it's nonsense trivial thing.
Then they stood up because the girl continued walking. The man stood up as well but suddenly he walked in the wrong direction. So the girl corrected him this time.
"This is the right path you said earlier, in the middle!" The girl said. The young man came into his senses, he lost himself for a moment. And they continued walking on the right path together.
I also went with them on the right path up the mountain.
We arrived at a place. There was a contest at that place, inviting everyone to write the name of their best friend. I also entered a garden area. I wrote on a smooth stone standing in the middle only two letters, it was transparent, like the color of water, "JP".
I left there and kept walking. I arrived at a school. It was a private university. I walked until I got to the back, out the gate. There was a guard at the gate, and he forbade me from going out because there were traces of blood outside the campus.
"There's blood there." He said simply, while he sat down.
I immediately understood what he meant, it was dangerous outside.
So I went back to school. I saw the students, they were busy with their activities like their artworks, coloring their drawings.
I saw a couple of young men and women.
The man was facing a woman.
He is convincing her, telling her:
"If it's not real, it's not love." The man said to the woman.
And I woke up.
When I woke up, I wondered what JP meant. I saw on the internet that one of its meanings was "JUSTICE OF THE PEACE" or JESUS.
By Yours Truly