Ever since I lost it, I knew we’d come together to share our lives, but circumstances seemed to prevent what promised to be a beautiful love story. Maybe it wasn’t the right time . . .
Do the days go by, the weeks go by, the months go by?I know more and more people who bet on my path, people who positively influence both my self-knowledge and the knowledge of everything around me, but I can’t forget that smile. A smile engraved in iron and fire in my mind. Ever since I lost her, I knew it was for me.
- Fate.
- Circumstances.
- Karma or anything else meant nothing was going on between us.
- One day we’re out of our way.
- A farewell that meant a rupture in a part of my soul and heart.
Despite being different and having opposite concerns, there was an unwavering bond, a connection difficult to explain in words, simply ineffable. Why do these kinds of connections happen, why can’t you disappear from my mind?Ever since I lost you, you’ve been with me the whole time; in all the songs, on all walks, in all the memories?
Lord Horace Walpole (1717–1797), Earl of Oxford, defined the concept of chance as “finding luck”. A. Agostini (2005) as “finding something precious looking for something else, discovering something appreciable by chance, doing an act of the mind by chance”. For JACoppo (2012), chance is “the art of finding something you don’t look for. “And that’s what happened to us.
It all started a few years ago. In early March, a friend was in charge of a guided tour of the city, but an unforeseen event prevented her and asked me to move instead, my job was to show the most emblematic places of the city to a group of foreigners.
The visit should be brief. We couldn’t walk too far or stay too long, I got to the planned place and everyone was there, waiting for someone to show them the most beautiful corners of the city in a few hours.
At the end of the visit, many members asked me their questions, eager to know more about the place, I tried to answer as accurately as possible all the questions I could. exchanged phones and emails for future questions.
Several of these people have contacted me. His concerns revolved around the mysterious stories he told about the place, however, with one of these people the conversations got longer and longer, one way or another, and without looking we realized that we were talking every day. they need to know more about each other.
The connection was so strong that we decided to meet several times, each with its own stories we connected to the point of feeling inseparable, despite this, we never approached a hug, but the eyes were so intense that even the sunlight did not obscure them.
“I can write the saddest verses tonight. Thinking I don’t have it. Feeling like I’ve lost it. Listen to the immense, biggest night without him. And the verse falls upon the soul like dew on the grass. it doesn’t matter if my love can’t keep it, the night is starry and it’s not with me. ? -Pablo Neruda-
Our ghosts, fears and indecisions have gradually been losing intensity in the fire, a force that was actually only hidden by our ego and our pride, for the flame of passion was even more alive than ever.
Despite this, I tried to smile at adversity. As Gabriel García Márquez wrote, “Never stop smiling, even if you’re sad, because you never know who can fall in love with your smile. “
When I saw her, I knew we were made for each other, but since I lost her, I knew that she was for me and me for her, however, in this case, being with each other went beyond a sense of belonging. or attachment. This was within the framework of the union understood only by experience, a bond that, despite anger, tension and disentroin, has remained unwavering Was it the famous red thread?
“Love is so short and forgetfulness so long. – Pablo Neruda-
But what is the red thread? It is said to be an invisible thread that connects despite distance and time, a thread that establishes a connection between two people intended to get to know each other and that, whatever happens, will remain there, unchanged.
Is she the person on the other side of the line?I often wonder if this is the true love we feel and whether this red thread has been woven so that our lives come together sooner or later. Since I lost it, the red thread has tightened and loosened, although at one point it seemed to have broken forever.
Since we stopped talking, I know there’s not a day when they don’t remember us, of course we’ve created some aversion to our wrongdoings.
In fact, and without the intent of the indictment, I think you’ve been wrong on several occasions. Me too. However, his mistakes undermined what may have been a dream, and yet I cannot get you out of my head, I have forgiven him for the mistakes that have crossed my soul.
His game was never clean, full of lies and omissions, my game was based on my own fear. Our way of doing things wasn’t right, you were expecting me and I didn’t come. I asked for signs of complicity and they didn’t come.
You put me against the sword and the wall and yet the thread remains intact. Some days, the wire knot tightens less on my finger, but sometimes I cut off my circulation and run out of air.
Ever since I lost it, I knew that the nuances of my life would darken, when we last said goodbye I felt that something had died in me, I was aware that there are people who, when they arrive, must stay and not leave.
You’re here to stay. I came here to stay, but nothing went as planned. Because maybe it wasn’t the right time, maybe it wasn’t the circumstances, why did it all get so complicated?Did we want to hug and merge into one body?