Sometimes we can loving so much to someone as we can only love once in the life, so deeply, with so much love and so many tears too, because the love without tears, without sorrow, it can not be called a complete love, a real love.. we love what we suffer, we suffer what we love, and the more you love someone, the pain is deeper, stronger and durable..
I love someone in that way in my life, with so much love in my heart for that person, but also with so much pain..
With so much love because that person has been unique for me, since i know him, he knew how to be getting into my mind and heart, his tenderness and other qualities captivated me, and i fell in love with him.. i love him because with him i feel in a safe place, because he knows who i am, he knows what i think, what i feel, what i fear, he has seen my tears, he has discovered me..
To feel love in that case is something so natural, so spontaneous.. but also it feels painfully.. pain not to be with the person you love, pain because of the distance,
due the absence, not to know how will it fit his hand into yours, to cry alone, even worse, because that person dont even know that you cry for him..
¿How many feelings would be lost in that way? without to be listened, without to be felt, without looking the tears in the face..
It hurts me that that person dont know how much i love him, that he dont know how many hours i think on him, how so deep are my feelings, it hurts me that my feelings must die in the anonymity without to be perceived, without to express that for which they were born.
It hurts me to think that that person can believe that my feelings are the result of something wrong in my head, the doctors call it, ocd.
It hurts me to think that he can believe that my sorrow for his absence, the intensity of my feelings, the deep of my love dont be legitimate, that is not born from my heart, but my obsessions.
It hurts me to think that he doesnt feel that same deepness of my afection, that he can confuse the interest of my questions with anxiety of my mind, that he doesnt believe in my love, its profundity.
¿What can it be done to show someone how much you love? To show the intangible, that which is carried in the heart? I've always thought that the words communicate very well that what we think or feel, i think that there where the voice is silent, where lonelines does not let speak, the words shout, the words express, the words fill a hollow in our heart.. thats why i've always give my words to him, because i want to think that each time when he read them or hear them, he can understand better what i feel for him, he can remember my words in each ocassion when he need them, is a gift from me to him, however, maybe they are only words for him, empty words, which are not filling any hollow in his heart, that not light up any dark room, that not heated the cold of his soul, that not put a smile on his lips, that not accelerate the beating of his heart, that not reflect my
love, that not refelct the passion of my soul..
¿How to know what is passion from what is dependence? ¿How to distinguish what is needing someone from what is anxiety? ¿How to show someone how much we care, how can get in the deep of their soul, their senses, their mind, into their heart? For me, everything is clear in my heart..
I have so much to give, a whole life..
a heart that loves, a heart that cries,
an eyes which look and denude a soul,
a hands which want to hold a dream, an embrace
a mouth thirsty to say i love you,
a lips avid to kiss the love
a mind full of memories and fantasies,
of plans and dreams
a voice that want to pronounce always the same name,
that calls it deeply, in the loneliness, in the darkness,
in the hard moments, in the happy ones..
I have a heart that beats,
a heart that has been given to me to love someone with all my strenght,
a heart to live..
not a heart to be broken, to be of glass,
not to be given someone..
i chose give it, i chose live,
i chose suffer, i chose love..
I just want to give my all love to that person, i wish that my love was enough for him, to make him happy, i wish that his heart would not break, that he could need me with the same intensity, that he understood that my words dont want to attached him, they want to understand him, that my questions dont want to questioning him,,
they only want to know him, that my longing dont want to overwhelm him, only loving him.. to love as we love to our parents, to our siblings, to our the most loved ones, namely, in a unique and excepional way, eternal one, deep, immense, intense, no matter what.. to love, because to love is the only aim of our lives, because we all dream with to love and be loved, because maybe once you can love in your life, maybe once you can be loved by someone else, but to love and be corresponded by that same person you love, that is priceless, that is the higher goal to live.
If my love could touch you, it would already touched you from here with my huge wings, with my wings of fire, of tears, of passion, of love, of tenderness, of warmness.. That's me, the little girl who loves, who want to give everything, who doesnt know how to do to express it, who in exchange just want to be corresponded for the man she loves, that's me, not the girl with ocd, simply the girl with an alive heart to give.