Honey, do I have to go? I thought, it’s time to say goodbye, but something got stuck in this story. Me, him, so many knots along the way. A mixed identity and I was just me, so how could I leave?
You don’t understand, if you’ve made me mine and you find me yours and so you don’t see that I need my own shine, that I can’t live in your shadow colliding with my own desires. You don’t understand my urgent and mourning need to live adventures, to be surprised, to be free, so to speak, free of labels that make me yours.
- You don’t bring flowers.
- You don’t make dinner and you don’t even talk about movies; we are thus.
- Wrapped in conjugal bliss where each fits into their own private world.
- No more funny stories.
- No more spontaneous laughter.
- No more shine in the eyes.
- It was love and time.
And what do you do with love when everything else is gone? What do you do with me, you and my love when I still need passion, sighs, full moon nights and a glass of wine to accompany What do you do when my life dream, my romantic dreams are gone, when the realization is already guaranteed and there is nothing left, nothing but me, you and love?
What would you do if only love stayed?How can I say no to myself, to everything I thought it was, how can I no longer know if it’s me or if it’s us?I want to go, the heart does not abandon it, it looks in these tears of stories for the memories that we live and convinces me that we are better together, convinces me that love is enough to rebuild, tells me in a low voice that every beautiful love story must end someday start from here or elsewhere, then he says : stay, stay here, there is still love.
It is really good to feel someone walking beside you without fear of abandonment, who experiences the passion, fury, love and anger of the moment, joy or sadness, who explores their feelings without hesitation, desires and completely cowardly in their stories.
The good thing is to give yourself up with that someone and make that night the unforgettable night of your life, is to make that story, whether short or eternal, the story you dream and don’t be afraid not to live every second in depth, like the one who dives into an ocean without knowing what he’s going to find, but with the security in his heart that it will be worth it.
It’s so good to live! It’s loving and seeing love in each other’s eyes, he’s willing to turn himself in simply because he feels good, he’s breathing deep, he’s gaining a firm embrace of those you least expect, it’s raising your head and making sure you’re born to happen.
Finally, the right people are people who say what they want and who are not afraid to listen to the answer, intense people, kind people, people of light, people of peace, courageous people, welcoming people and people who propose to us. are the people who cry, who cry, who laugh, who sing loudly to scare sadness, who sway but don’t fall, people who love us, people who love animals, people who tell the truth, sincere people with bright eyes, with a smile that warms the soul, people who don’t need to say anything, just look into the eyes and let silence be the magic of the moment that will last in the heart , in memory and will deeply mark your story.
At the end of the night, the memory remains. Is everything there, floating in the air, a memory that becomes history and that it is crazy that it happens in another heart, among other glances, in neighboring thoughts, in random dialogues? The rest is history and memory!