Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Truthful, with my pen as guide! A full-hearted, soul-sent storm chaser, crashing through this world with poetry in my veins and vulnerability as my sword.

I don’t come gently. I come with the trinity of myth. I come with longing. I come with the kind of truth that makes people look away, “who knows, they might turn into stone”, or stare too long.
I don’t know how to love politely. I never have.

Not everyone knows what to do with someone like me. But the right one? She’ll see me as treasure, not a threat, because I don’t do lukewarm. I know I’m not made for half-hearted stories. I’m born to set love free from the shallow, the safe, the scripted.

I’m not here to destroy romance.
I’m here to liberate it, to create things of substance and beauty, from the vines of love itself.

Maybe it’s the wild wind off the cliffs here in Orkney, or the familiarity in strangers who show up with kindred kindness on the hardest days, this place has taught me what care can look like, ever so, when it comes unannounced. And more so when it’s not the one I was waiting for.

There is compassion in the world. Real compassion.
And it shows up not as rescue, but as recognition, and where poetry fills the silence in reciprocity.  

That’s what I long for in love, too.

Not fantasy. Not perfection. But truth naked, flawed, glorious truth.
The kind of connection that rearranges your soul and says,
“I see all of you, I’m still here, and I choose you.”

So yes, I call myself a romance raider.
Because I will not settle for less than A creation in the motion of emotion, even if it’s not pretty.

And if you’ve ever felt too much, wanted too deeply, or ached for something real in a world that tells you to be quiet, I see you!

You’re not too much.
You’re just what real love has been waiting for.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 01/07/2025