I love you, even when you don’t deserve it, even if it sounds amazing and sometimes unfair. . . Anyway, don’t ask me why I wanted to be with you, everything is better when you’re with me.
Sometimes I think it’s better to go home and go home, but my house is you, you who feel my place, which is a lovely mess, make me smile in the midst of all the problems and, in this way, I feel the need. be in your eyes.
- Because the mistakes you make show me who you are and your most human side.
- Because I know you’re aware of it and that you’ll soon be forced to make mistakes and thus show your most imperfect version.
Yes, I know the price of unconditionality, because I saw that we were close to the abyss. Sometimes I feel like I can’t open a new door because I’m always looking at an old door.
But there is always one then, something that reminds me of the richness of staying, of clinging to what I have, of clinging to love, to the life of a couple. I don’t believe in the inappropriate, because I’m convinced that what human beings do is often the mistakes we make.
It’s not a pact or a gift, I stay by your side because I want to, because I love you, even if sometimes we both know that maybe you don’t deserve it, but actually, maybe I don’t even deserve it, at least I don’t always deserve it.
It’s a success, give it, an exchange, but it has no definition, nor is it sometimes fair, yet it helps us to seem better, to look, to be ambiguous and to believe that what we are doing goes beyond reason.
To spread our wings, we need space. A more or less spacious hole, because in the end it’s all about having reason to fly and reasons to stay.
I stand by you to make up for your stumbles and falls, because I’m in the good and the bad, because I always want to see you smile, because we are people of values, because we set aside selfishness and our interest is always sincere. .
I will not throw in your face what hurts to remember and I will not look at you with punitive eyes I will always try to help you regain your breath through our complicity, I forgive your punctuality in life and wait for you on the other side of the river that you must cross, even if you cross it with sacrifice, with fatigue and defiance.
I am your friendly hand, your shoulder on which to cry and I hope to hug you again, and all because, as the Uruguayan writer Mario Benedetti said, you can count on me not twice or ten times, but always.
In the good, the best and the worst I love you even though you don’t deserve it, because I know that it is in those moments that you need my love most, when your world collapses, when you repent, when you feel ridiculous, when you think stupidity wins, when you disapprove and torment.
I know that in order for you to forgive yourself, you also need me and my trust so that your world is not in the dark.
In my love, you are all the nuances that define us and explain why I still know their worst versions, which is a good alternative, because I know that when it fails, you will stay and help me get up.
Images courtesy of Olga Marciano.