Love is...

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love...

So I just wanna let you know that I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade...

Goodbye...

It's easy to love others while they're far away from us. Paradoxically it seems that distance mostly works magically for us to appreciate people, but instead of loving them even more when finally we have them face to face and we can touch and feel them, it looks like feelings disappear in power and strength. Why is so? Why do humans have the tendency to screw everything they touch, even knowing that it is precious even to themselves? Why is so damn difficult to appreciate what we have, now that we have it? Another tendency is taking things and people for granted, and this one will destroy everything you have. So wake up and don't f*k it up... and remember that it is when they're not anymore in our lives, when we realize how much did they fill it.

“sometime later” is a very dangerous sickness that will bury your dreams together with you

I am Love

I just wanna let you know one thing. Yes I know what will you think “This will take a while…” But it won’t, at least not such long one as it could. It just shouldn’t be a long point to make, ‘cuz as they say… whenever you cannot get over someone you always reply “Is a long story”. I just wanna let you know, that I was there. We all were there where you’re at now. At a point where you just dunnot know how to paint a smile on your face, at the point where you dunnot really care about anything nor anyone. But have you ever realized how many people around you think and feel the same or even worse? It’s difficult huh? … I wanna let you know that you made a mistake. Yeah I know again what ya will say “You think you were the best that could ever happen to me…” I don’t think so. I know I was. Just go back in time in your mind to the time when you and me… yeah… when there actually was a ‘you and me’, never ‘us’…but at least it was something different that ‘you and them’. Remember? One thing that you won’t ever deny… is that smile that was always on you face, and you, me and everyone knows who put it there… It was me. So now when we cross each other, now I dunnot feel love, sparkle, neither I feel sorry… I feel that I was the one who brought the joy and I took it with me the moment I walked away… and this will be, if not the only, truth that both of us know for sure. So your expression can be the result of your problems, of your ignorance… but I know that deep in there, in that depth that I have visit once, there is guilt and regret that probably it never will be the same… that probably, I say probably because there are few things in life I am totally sure of, we won’t have a ‘tomorrow’ neither a ‘you and me’…and for sure not an ‘US’. And maybe everything I think of is wrong? Maybe it just doesn't matter... 'cuz what matters is that when we cross, when we cross others... I am the one with the smile on my face, an honest smile because I am... Love.

A Perfect Man…

   You can’t deny that at least sometimes you dream about him. Doesn’t matter how you call him: your second part, your future husband, men of your dreams or simply Channing Tatum. You do dream about him sometimes. You wonder how you gonna meet, where you gonna live or how many kids you’ll have together. Screw that people say there are no perfect men because he is perfect for you. You know that exactly because you imagine him that way. They can call us demanding or even crazy but for all of us this perfect man is different and to find the right one we do need those check lists.

   I’m personally looking for a guy that would care and protect me, a guy, who would be as much in love as I, a guy, who would take me to Italy. Not just say he would but make it happen. I believe that if he can make my dream come true he can make me happy.

   Of course in my thoughts the list of things I want to see in him goes on and on. But we never know how our taste can change tomorrow and who could be ‘the one’. And if you find a guy that is totally opposite to the one in your dreams, don’t lose him, cuz if you do, the guy in your dreams would be lost too.

people think they will be happy if they move to another place...and then they realize: wherever you go, you take yourself with you...

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