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Love is us
"There was always love around us, I'm sure of that.
I wasn't fooling myself with positive dreams and prospections of an untamed future, raw, sublime, seemingly eternal. No.
When the stars aligned, I would make her dance with just a stare. Nothing intense, just a pleasant beam of an unending interest focused on, simply, her.
The smiles, the care; the amplified attention to each other.
And if mememories were as vivid as words on paper, we would use them to fill up our souls with all the sparks we require to boost the mood, when the stars are all around.
Love was always there, the problem was that I, or her, just forgot how to touch that sparkly nebula, that thin and all immersive membrane, probably Afrodites's dress itself; that place we reach called Love. A place that seems to transport itself to me everytime I see her, no matter how deep in darkness I am.
Love happens when we are together, as if our essences connect to become the key to a place where she and I are all that we need.
Love is always there, the problem is when I deal with the "to love" side of things; that's when I fail, because that's the human part of me.
I can't keep up with all the expressions of love I'm capable of; and I also love writing, which is a different love than what I have with her, but that is the point!
She and I reach Love.
We love.
Love we.
Love is her and, me.
Which is way beyond an "I love you!"
It's us. It's true.
I love her for being who she is, and for loving who I am. I love her for being together in life; for sharing her unique experiences with me.
I always thought we had met before we did, but then again, we both loved, so maybe we just clicked when swirling in our different paths, orbiting around to the moment of hers and mine."
"Maybe."
"And if we are talking about orbits now, forget about the stars, for as long as they are up there, we still have time."
"What would you tell her then, to bring back all that?"
"Just to remember that Love is us."
I wasn't fooling myself with positive dreams and prospections of an untamed future, raw, sublime, seemingly eternal. No.
When the stars aligned, I would make her dance with just a stare. Nothing intense, just a pleasant beam of an unending interest focused on, simply, her.
The smiles, the care; the amplified attention to each other.
And if mememories were as vivid as words on paper, we would use them to fill up our souls with all the sparks we require to boost the mood, when the stars are all around.
Love was always there, the problem was that I, or her, just forgot how to touch that sparkly nebula, that thin and all immersive membrane, probably Afrodites's dress itself; that place we reach called Love. A place that seems to transport itself to me everytime I see her, no matter how deep in darkness I am.
Love happens when we are together, as if our essences connect to become the key to a place where she and I are all that we need.
Love is always there, the problem is when I deal with the "to love" side of things; that's when I fail, because that's the human part of me.
I can't keep up with all the expressions of love I'm capable of; and I also love writing, which is a different love than what I have with her, but that is the point!
She and I reach Love.
We love.
Love we.
Love is her and, me.
Which is way beyond an "I love you!"
It's us. It's true.
I love her for being who she is, and for loving who I am. I love her for being together in life; for sharing her unique experiences with me.
I always thought we had met before we did, but then again, we both loved, so maybe we just clicked when swirling in our different paths, orbiting around to the moment of hers and mine."
"Maybe."
"And if we are talking about orbits now, forget about the stars, for as long as they are up there, we still have time."
"What would you tell her then, to bring back all that?"
"Just to remember that Love is us."
