I like to talk about missing someone on a rainy day.
The cold, gray days, inviting us to be quiet… To miss someone or
something is as natural as sigh.
To me, it´s hard to speak about missing someone in the sunny days
because we already have the heat on the skin.
It´s hard to speak about missing someone when I don´t receive any
message in these days.
It´s hard to speak about missing someone these days because I just have the
memory to help me, remembering me that you’re here.
You exist.
You live within.
I don´t need to invent you. You neither.
“When a new love is born,
is very hard to resist the temptation to take our presence felt everyday. But,
we must let it breathe. If you put it in a glass vase, like we use to do with flower (because we´re terrified that the wind
and the time take its beauty) we will have during a short time what is really beauty in love.
What I learned about love
is: love is made of absence and presence. And both are important.
I learned that love is made
of freedom. To have, everyday, many choices and to choose the same thing, the
same freedom choice everyday.
The small victory makes you
happy. To love and to be loved. To discover in their eyes that you were picked
again and again.
What I learned about love –
and I learned about love by myself – is love requires much of me, a great effort.
A daily exercise that I can´t say no to.”
You ever be my best inspiration.
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