Now that our hands touch almost unintentionally and sparks come out every time we touch each other. Now that we smile and exchange glances without getting tired, now that we have a book with white pages?This is now the beginning of our story.
Our voices still seem shy to prevent our words from going differently than we think and our steps move slowly to avoid encountering disappointment and disappointment again. I know this is the beginning of our history, even if none of us dare to give It’s a name when we meet. We are happy to be around and spend time together, look silently and let ourselves be carried away by our emotions.
- Maybe right now you’re thinking about me.
- Not knowing what to tell me or even if you should tell me something.
- I also know that we don’t know each other well enough that you know that I spend the night thinking about you too.
- Imagining your way.
- Drawing how you’re doing.
- Inventing your tastes and believing it to be a good start.
- Something that starts slowly.
- So that we don’t hurry.
- As has happened to us so many times.
It is now, while I am still shaking when I know that I will see you, now that I look down and be ashamed when you praise me, now that I pay attention to every detail in me, trying to show everything. the joy I feel inside. Now it’s the beginning of a book, the beginning of a memory, the beginning of a story.
“All we know about love is that love is all there is” – Emily Dickinson-
You and I are two blank pages. A whole book to write, a blank notebook to fill, what we start now will be part of our past tomorrow, but it will always be our beginning, the one we created together and that, somehow, we can only fill with the now, with the present moment when we leave our footprints.
I don’t know what you’ll think tomorrow, although I don’t care, I prefer to concentrate on the present moment and enjoy this beautiful thing that we have, my eyes leave me to see nothing but what I have in my hands. My expectations and enthusiasm silence my fears and I think, why not this time, why can’t this beginning be endless?
“Now that nothing is sacred or damp, it is still raining. Now that the world is freshly painted, now that the storms are so short. Now that we don’t even know how to love each other before we love each other. “Now that your eyes touch, look at your mouths. Now that nothing is urgent, everything is present, now that all the stories seem like the story never started?. – Joaquin Sabina-
With you everything seems new and surprising. Everything has a different brightness and another meaning. The impatience I feel when we’re together reveals my feelings, pushes me to be better and to create with you the beginning of something new. I know it’s never too late to try again, to try again. , to create something new, so I got carried away by this beginning of our story.
Whatever happens, we’ll work it out. Whatever path I have ahead of me, I want to take the risk of discovering everything that may appear, it’s the beginning of something new and I want to enjoy it, now it’s what I expected and I turn it into something of mine, something of ours. This is the beginning I wanted, the blank page on which to rewrite, this now that we have become our thing, the words and smiles that we give ourselves, it is time for us to enjoy.
“I love how you love love. I know no other reason to love than to love. What do you want me to tell you, other than that I love you, if what I want to tell you is that I love you?”-Fernando Pessoa-