Love fights battles, but it’s not a war, although there are clashes, the other is never the enemy, this one can be you, when you’re scolding yourself for hurting someone, this other or another may be the one who sleeps with you, steals your sheets and gradually removes them without disguised the space that corresponds to you under all the layers of clothing with which you try to protect yourself from the cold.
A fight as cold as an accomplice, which feeds on sharing dreams and hopes, nightmares, despairs and failures. Because sharing is born of complicity. A complicity that allows battles, but not wars.
- There are battles where not everything is worth.
- Always tickles.
- Caresses too.
- Resentment is a catching gun.
- You have to forgive and forget.
- Delete and create new accounts.
- And if the two don’t match.
- One.
- As the last gesture.
- Agrees.
- Knowing that this hand.
- However powerful.
- Is not the best.
- The goal is really that the other one doesn’t get hurt.
- So before the last move logic gets down on their knees and thanks.
One is grateful to have the other. Count on him. As much as sometimes we get the feeling that the other does not understand us and that we form with him a perfect tower of Babel, this happens with our couples, but also with our parents, friends or children. As empathetic as we are, perfect, exercise is impossible.
They can’t do it, but neither can we. Yes, we don’t, although we feel like sometimes we touch it with the tip of our fingers. The fact that our effort is great in this regard does not guarantee that we will make it. Often, what we achieve is a mirage as sincere as the water flowing from the desert sands.
At least when we can’t do it with an acceptable amount of error (or the other can’t do it with an acceptable amount of error), we’re not responsible, effort influences the outcome, opens up more and better possibilities, brings us closer to honesty, but rarely guarantees a result.
How many battles that threaten war arise from the feeling that the other does not try?At what point is our memory fragile to remember the times when the other person was attentive?The same red pen? Which we sometimes use to write down defects. Is he the one who then signs our sentence. The one who builds brick by brick, that obstacle that will eventually be definitive, is then when communication breaks down and love dissolves into routine like sugar in coffee. Slow, but hard to stop.
Because regaining love when war has been declared is a very complex task, the other becomes an enemy, someone to defeat and dominate. Many at this point think that everything will end when they raise their arms, but there will probably be nothing else, the territory before fertile will now be arid and unprotected, everything will be valid and no one will want to continue playing with those to deceive, no one wants those who remember the worst of themselves. On one side or the other, losing or losing, this rupture was caused by closed-eyed shots, by loaded gun threats.
Forget that solid love is delicate and fragile
Strong, but sensitive.
Because when a love turns into war, that love breaks down, tears itself apart and becomes a sharp knife, capable of breaking into very small pieces, so it’s so important not to shoot first, or wet the role of the statement that the So we can decide to go ahead and build or break the relationship, but it’s better not to choose not to destroy ourselves , because, in the end, and selfishly, we will end up drowning in our own pain.