Just like in movies…

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She gently placed her hand on his chest. “I want to do it just like in movies.” Then, without a warning, her arms were around his neck, her head resting tenderly on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a little confused, a little amused…and it was enough for her cheeks to turn into red flames.

“I’m…I’m hugging you!” she whispered, terrified of being ridiculous. But he approved and even seemed to like her little gesture. So she believed it’s the right thing to do.

The sea in the sunset was breathtaking so she just wanted more.

“Don’t let go…just hold me like you did before, just a few minutes, that’s all I need to learn…”

“To learn?”

He was holding her, just like in movies, stroking her golden hair, caressing her perfumed skin. And she trembled at the thought that she may forget…

“I want to learn this by heart! Every sensation, every color. The sand on my feet and the sound of the waves. I want to have it here, with me, within me…”

He smiled, a little sad, a little overwhelmed. The risk of forgetting was never a serious threat, but with her, for her…he would be frightened too…

“What I love the most about you is your kindness, your gentleness and your way of giving hope to the hopeless.”

His words were a painful reminder of the way she used to be. And, regardless of every wrong step they took, just for here and now, she desperately needed to re-define herself.

As the girl who ran barefoot to the sea…

As the happy child who used to love every teddy-bear in every store…

As the free spirit who ignored the rules, just to be there, for the less fortunate ones.

“If I could turn back time” -just like in movies- to go back to the place of love. To turn this heart shaped stone into a river of healing tears, I swear they would be all yours…”

He ignored her, a little worried of her aggravating depression, a little annoyed of her ever-lasting complains.

So she remained silent.

“I have something to confess and I need you to look into my eyes while I’m saying the words. Promise me you wont be cruel…”

“Cruel, me??? When was I ever cruel to you or anyone?”

“When you laugh of me and you ignore my stories, when you pretend not to see, not to feel…”

“Okay, just say it as it is. The confession, please.”

She took a deep breath.

“I have to tell you what I should have told you long ago. Ever since our first embrace, remember? Ever since I wanted to learn by heart the sunset and its sensations. Ever since I turned my heart into a stone…”

“Just say it, for heaven’s sake!” he shouted, a little frightened, a little angry.

I’m an alien, okay?! That’s why I never knew how to hug, how to feel, how to be. I’m an alien, in love with you, a man from this earth, and I’m struggling to act like a human being!

Her tears, like golden lights, turned into emeralds and diamonds. He turned his back, leaving her hopeless, helpless and desperate.

And then, just like in movies, a miracle happened. He turned and cupped her face.

“I want you to stop struggling and start loving me. For I am an alien too.”

That’s when she saw him for who he truly was. A stranger among strangers. That’s when she decided to love all the weird little things that the others called “unacceptable”.

And they lived happily ever after…

 

So, for all the aliens out there, please don’t turn your hearts into stones. There’s love and hope waiting for you with open arms. Somewhere, by the sea shore…

 

 

 

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How could this love be in danger…

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So that our story could be different and we’d fight this unfair fate that turned us into strangers. We’d break down all the walls we worked so hard to build. Between us…

So that we’d run to each other with open arms and honest hearts. It is the right thing, the God’s most precious gift for us, the one we’d fight for an eternity and beyond. Our love… 

That’s what he told her with tears in his eyes, gently caressing her hair. Searching for a long gone light. Inside her. But she remained silent, only the dark circles surrounding her (-once green-) eyes seemed to lift their silent prayer to the clear sky. He took her in his warm arms, but she pulled away.

Pain. Let go.

And he let her fall down, once again, a repetitive lesson of failure.

I don’t want my love to destroy you. I just need you…

Let’s say our vows again. I promise to love you and protect you. I swear I wont be afraid, never again! I will never run and hide into the icy shelters of this selfish pride. 

I only demand one year. One year of love. Complete, passionate, tender, free. Ours.

Black tears and lost shadows were dancing around her and he knew. They will not be given one more year. They will never dance again. His desperate vows and demands will be met by a silent sky. And he’ll only embrace her when the summer’s wind will sweetly caress his -once careless- hair.

He’ll only love her in his dreams.

Just one month!

One day!

One hour! Is it too much to ask from you? Are you that blind to pain and suffering? Are you even there? Do you even care? If you do, just know that I am sorry. And I’m ready to beg for one more hour.

I’ll kiss her slowly and tender. I wont rush this time. I’ll take my time to listen to every breath and every beating of her heart. I’ll treasure every touch, I’ll cherish every word. I’ll taste the sweetness of her happy tears and I’ll pray with her. 

I will make her happy. 

She smiled. With pale, trembling fingers, she touched his lips, stopping this blasphemy. What’s another hour when you’re facing eternity? What’s love when you cannot forgive yourself?

For wasting every chance. Love, life, youth, wisdom, beauty, blessing! What a loss!

All for them, all given by the highest power of the universe. The same power that opened the gates of Heaven, turning pain into peace.

So you know the story, my love. We may not be given one more hour. Regardless of the pain and anger you’ll address to the stormy sky. I see your -once loving- eyes filled with remorse. Could you love me now?

Life goes on, time is slipping away, one year, one day, one hour…

How about now?

Will your choices remain the same?

 

 

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Not a victory march!

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“I ran to you, like running to a shelter, because my heart is heavy and tears are burdening my soul. It’s me, the one who needs you so much! Please hide me in your loving arms, even if I failed you. Love me even if I’m unworthy…”

My voice broke in a silent cry, the hurt inside made my knees tremble and I felt so fragile, standing there in front of the cross. The light was cruel that morning and I covered my eyes, but my rosary felt on the floor and, in just a second, fifteen red beans were scattered and lost, along with every trace of hope in my heart…

That’s when I lost it, that’s when the hurt inside took control and I broke down at His feet.

That’s when someone’s strong arms lifted me and carried me, holding me tight, saying warm, comforting words. The voice I knew so well…

It’s alright…

-No, it’s not! I mean it, Christian, it’s not!

-I’m here for you…just tell me what happened, I’ll fix it for you…

-Nothing happened…

But he wasn’t going to settle to less than the complete truth. He asked me to look into his eyes and to tell the story, every little detail, through sobs and tears…

“Okay…but you wont like it, you wont like me. See, I’ve always been a fighter for the things I believed in. My faith was one of them, the first of them. I made a promise to defend it against anyone and anything. But today…

…there were these people, two or three, one of them was the vocal one, while the others just followers. Lost sheep? Anyway, they were mocking the things I believe in. My faith, my God, my church. And I saw them looking at me, starring at the medal I’m wearing. How would they see it? A small symbol, something I wear with modesty and discretion, like a reminder…

…The vocal one came to me and asked me in a very aggressive and sarcastic tone: What is your faith? What do you believe in?…

…and I froze. I could have answer in so many ways, so many beautiful ways…But I just stayed silent. So he continued: So you agree that there’s nothing! He pointed to the sky. And I wanted to walk away, but he just followed me, almost shouting: What is your faith?

…and you know what I said? The coward me, the stupid, unworthy me! I told him:

“Faith is something I respect too much to gossip about it. This is not the way, not the moment to discuss my faith.”

He insisted with an evil grin on his face: “When is the right moment? After a coffee? After doing some shopping maybe? After chatting with your friends maybe?”

I ignored the questions and I ran.”

Oh…

-And I cannot understand why are people like this! Why can’t we treat each other with love, why can’t we be like brothers? Why is it always someone thinking he can teach us a lesson! Why, Christian? Why are these things happening to me? Why was I so scared in front of these bullies? I hate myself for not defending my faith!

He hugged me so tight, trying to sound calm, but I saw the clenched fists, the anger in his eyes.

-Don’t ever say you hate yourself, not if you love your God. You are His child, you call him Father. So don’t, okay? 

-But why…

-Because you are a target ever since you were born. Your precious soul, your beautiful heart, your love…they’re at war, you are fighting a war you don’t even begin to understand!

-I’m losing this war, Christian…

-No! Listen, sweet girl…Love is not a victory march! Neither faith! What is that book of yours teaching you? To love your enemies. Your prayers for them are shaking and breaking the fires of hell…

That’s when I looked at him and realized the miracle of this situation. A man who denied God long ago, a man who call himself “A Luciferian”, a man who despise the church, a man who broke and burned his Bible…

…this man spoke to me words of faith, offering himself as an instrument of Love. He was more of a warrior of light than I’ll ever be.

I touched his face and he kissed my fingers.

-Thank you. From all people…

-Nah, don’t mention it. Where else would I be?

But…how did you know?

-Because I love you. Just that simple.

 

 

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When there’s no one left to blame…

11Just hold me tight and forgive me. Please don’t tell me there’s nothing to forgive…I judged you in my mind. I offended you in thousand unspoken words. I called you unspeakable names. I am guilty.

Just talk to me softly and let me cry. Please don’t tell me I have no reasons to cry…I caused you pain, I broke your heart and left it bleeding. I rejected your pleads, I denied you my kindness. I am guilty.

Just take my hand in yours and say it’s alright. Please don’t ask me to believe, I know you’re lying…We’ll never be alright because I created a disaster. I accused you of unimaginable crimes. I played the jury and I pronounced the sentence.

I killed our love. I am guilty.

Silence is my punishment and I take it with dignity. See, I’m not crying! See, I’m not begging! See, I’m not dying!

But I miss you terribly…

And there are so many things in my world that you don’t know…

The grass is greener than ever, it smells so fresh and new. It’s silky when you touch it and the wind creates amazing songs through the yellow fields…

A little white butterfly landed on my fingers this morning. His wings barely touched my skin, but I saw it as a gift from heaven. Above me, there was a tear-shaped cloud. Birds were flying so free, in perfect harmony…

A baby boy hugged me today. He just came to me with open arms, smiling. It filled my soul with so much love! How I wish…

So many thing that remind me of us. The perfect ring…I saw it, it fitted perfectly on my finger. I was so sad to put it back and leave the store with an empty heart…

The book I found today was about us. A fiction story, different names, but it was all about us! He was exactly like you…I was like her, just that…she would never be guilty like me. I closed the book and I cried inside.

The radio is playing our songs on and on, I can’t stop it! And on the news, they spoke about things we used to talk about…And they were wrong, I only believe you, only you!

Please hold me tight and forgive me. I didn’t meant to break the silence. You know me, you know how childish and stubborn I can be, but it’s my pain that makes me cross the line. Forgive me.

And maybe, when there will be no one left to blame, I’ll be able to forgive myself too.

For now, I need to cast the blame and it wont be you, it cannot be you!

Because I love you.

So it’s me…

I am guilty.

 

 

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Knowing his heart is broken…

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Would you hold him one more time? Knowing he’s dying inside, for someone else, for something above…you.

It’s the same old story, but today I’ll give it a new glamour. A revamp, a new rhythm. Because he came crying in the rain, too weak and too tired to care about the arms  he’s resting his lonely soul into.

It happened to be me, the one with open arms and wide smiles. The one who chose to be naive, blind, fool and helpless to his never endless sadness. It’s me, you know? It’s this mask of inner strength and happiness that you’re always searching.

Like a helpless child, like a sinking boat, like a leaf in a tornado. Too sad and too lonely to even notice. Too desperate to even care. About the heart that’s holding his crying in the darkest night. About the eyes that rose from ashes. But hey, today we’re changing the story…so, what about…

Let’s start again!

He came to me, crying in the rain, crashing into my loving arms.

Who are you crying for? Is it me?

What are you dying for? Is it us?

Where is your road leading to? Is it back home?

He nodded and mumbled something like…”you wouldn’t understand.” And I said “just try me, I’m smarter than I look!” So he looked at the white wall, with white eyes and white heart. (Black heart…) and asked me:

“Would you hold me, knowing my heart is broken? For someone…”

Sssshhhhtttt! Don’t even go there!

I wiped away his tears and I ran my fingers through his hair. I kissed his lips and I put my arms around him. Then I took one step back.

Absolutely not. 

That’s what I said, smiling.

My dear…I did it a thousand times and look what it has done to me. You see the scars? You see the ashes? Do you see the place where this love threw my soul away? Into hell…and back, an endless spiral of pain, misery and self-hate.

And I’m not a half-woman to love a half-man. I was born complete and perfect and free! I am more than a refuge, I need more than the crumbles of your affection. 

So, come back to me, my love, when you’ll be whole again…

Because this is not a mask. This inner strength is real. And for the first time, I’m keeping it!

 

 

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Does she look like me?

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He took my hand and his touch was magical, erasing memories, restoring lost promises, creating hope. Just friends…these words, this barrier between us…was it me the one building walls? Was it out of a weird self-protective instinct? Or was it him?

It doesn’t seem fair, he was lonely and I was in love. This balance is dangerously fragile, leading to heartbreak and misery. We hate drama, we avoid complications, so what draws us back into this spiral of unwanted emotions? We keep loving our own masks while the real me always looses.

-I lost you again, right? 

-I’m sorry, what were you saying?

-That I’m ready to fall in love again.

-Oh…

He’s ready for a chapter I already wrote in my mind, a thousand times before. He wants to fall in love…I want to see him rising in love, shining bright and happily, I want to give him…someone, anyone in fact…this love I’m carrying inside me. So why, why is he pulling away his warm touch. Why is he acting like a simple friend?

-The only problem is that I don’t seem to find the right one. 

Foolish me, the warmth in my heart just froze and I understand. He needs me…but not my love, not my affection, not my desire…he needs my support. Come on, that’s what I know best…so I’ll just play this role once again. Hopefully my performance will not be affected by the tremble inside me.

-Okay, so describe me your vision of a perfect partner for you.

He laughs.

-Well, I’ll try, but is complicated. 

She needs to be feminine, but not helpless. Strong, but still sensual and not afraid to show me her softness. Not afraid to let me protect her, but ready to be my greatest support…

She has to impress, but not to search desperately for people’s attention. To be subtle, but not to flirt with strangers. Attraction is important, if she cannot respond with passion and devotion, then she’s probably not the right one…

She should love nature and dancing. I’d love to see her running barefoot through the green grass of spring, with the wind in her hair and a long, white dress. Still, she’d better be comfortable in an expensive dance club. Don’t want her insecure, don’t want her asking me what should she wear or how should she act in public…

I also want her independent. Her money, her job, her friends…I want to respect her and I cannot respect someone who’s depending on me for material things…

And I simply cannot find this woman…

I wonder if he sees my big eyes, filled with rage and frustration. This image he just pictured in front of me, this impossible dream of his, just murdered my fantasies. And I can’t help but wonder…

-So what are you willing to give? For this precious woman to even look at you?

He cannot sense the sarcasm in my voice. Am I too subtle or is he just deaf?

-I’m giving my love, obviously…

-Well, my friend…sometimes love is simply not enough. You said nothing about her looks. A model, I guess…perfect size and modeling experience? Photo shootings and fashion industry…she should have at least a few contracts with famous designers, right? Right?

-NO! Of course not! She should be beautiful, but not a model! Long blonde hair, green eyes, light, soft skin…Why are you so upset?!

“Because of your stupidity” – that would be an honest answer, but I stay quiet. He comes closer, touching my cheek, his fingers tenderly caressing my sensitive skin.

-There’s something I wanted to tell you…I want her to look like you…in my fantasies, she looks like you. She is…you. I guess that’s why you got so upset…maybe you want to be her too…I would try with you, sweetheart…

-NEVER EVER!

I’m shouting the words and I practically run from our table. One look over my shoulder and I see the disaster I created. I spilled coffee and ice cream (and my lemonade, I think) all over his expensive pants.

I see him laughing, I see him pointing to the sky, I hear his voice…

“Come back, you wild, crazy angel! My impossible fantasy-woman, my run away girl! Just come back!”

“Yeah, right, in your dreams…!”

 

 

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So here I am, on bended knees

e873e8ec2912c1db31d8311311a17b3a-d4p3kao“I don’t remember how I got here, the paths I took, the dangers I ignored, the demons I fought…but here I am. To tell you how wrong I was, to hope and pray you’ll listen to the words that sound like damnation…”

The little church was dark and small, hidden deep in the heart of the forest and my knees were hurting, my heart was aching and the regrets were burning inside me.

“I feel I don’t have time and I need it…because I still have love and I still feel life. I’m here, on bended knees…to ask for one more day. I’m not ready, Lord!”

And that’s all I’m able to say before falling. The pain in my heart becomes unbearable, my knees are shaking so badly, it’s cold, it’s dark, it’s….

…a demon or a ghost…a spirit caught between worlds or just…

…him. This touch on my shoulders and the way he’s taking me in his arms. The dark flames in his eyes. And me…I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know who I am anymore…all I know is that I cannot breath without him. Christian…

Don’t cry, don’t…It will be alright. A long life is waiting ahead and not any life. A life of love, a wonder after another. New places…the world! All yours. Say you want it, that’s all it takes!

“I do…”

Come with me. I’ll give you everything you ever dreamed of!

“Love…”

And freedom. And beauty and fun. An easy life, away from the coldness of this church. A life in the sun, discovering the most amazing places of this earth. 

My knees still hurt and I feel like falling asleep.

Stay with me…you’ll never have to kneel again. You’ll never beg for forgiveness, you’ll never cry desperate tears of pain and loneliness. You will be gone for them, forever gone…

“How…if I love them? If I want them with me always…How will I ever be happy without my family?”

I will be your family, you’ll be so loved that you’ll forget all about the past. They’ll forget you…people disappear all the time, for how long do you think they’ll search for you? One year?

“One lifetime. Then another one…”

Silly girl…they’ll cry a few days, mourn another few days. They’ll pray for about a week, they’ll be sad for about a month. One year they’ll remember you through holidays. Then nothing.

His words cut like a knife.

“You don’t love me, Christian. If you would, you’d know how much you’re hurting me.”

He looks down.,

This is my way of loving you. This is how I’m protecting you. Why do you think you’re here? You cannot remember how you got here, so how will you go back home? Completely helpless, defenseless and lost. Will you fight your own heart?

“I will make the right choice.”

And I wake up in tears.

…knowing now, for sure, that he never truly left, I never really let him go…

…wrong place, wrong time, wrong actors. No second chances, no other life to right the wrong. So, even if it hurts, here I am, on bended knees…

…searching for my way out of the darkness. And making the right choices.

 

 

 

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In a world without sound…

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I called your name and it was sweet on my lips, like a prayer. As a little girl, I used to write it on little pink notes and pour rose perfume on it. And later, your name was love…But now, when my lips are whispering the precious words, you can’t hear me calling your name.

I asked for your help, but you were lost somewhere, in that world of yours. I was overwhelmed, tired and lonely, so I raised my voice at you, like no woman in love should ever do. Not with her soulmate…But you didn’t even blinked, I guess you can’t hear me calling for help.

I blamed you for my wasted years, for my loneliness and for pushing me over the edge. I was unfair, I was mean…you’re not to blame for my own choices. I just wanted more than the sound of silence. But you looked away, I think you can’t hear me going insane.

So I laughed and I sang until the music was louder than my tears.

So I screamed in agony and I scratched the surface of our broken dream. I tear it apart.

So I smashed this porcelain heart of mine to the ground. I don’t need it anymore!

But I still need you…to hear.

Because as long as you can hear me…I’m still a part of your world, as twisted and crazy as it is.

My love, can you hear me calling? Don’t be too late, don’t let it end…the sound of your heart beating is still my best melody. Why have you muted me? Am I still alive?

Where love is stronger than fire…

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-I’m sorry for being late…

-Well, we’re like…twenty years late. So what’s another hour? You’re beautiful.

-Thank you, uhmm…you’re beautiful too.

She was a beautiful girl, even if she has never admit it to herself, but, twenty years ago, we were both struggling to accept ourselves for who we are. We were there, for each other, in our daily attempts to build our identities as teenagers in a post-communist society. We were mirrors to each other when the real mirrors seemed broken.

-You always said that my mirror is broken…

-You used to talk about yourself in such low terms, it was heartbreaking to even listen…

-I never understood what’s about me that you like so much!

-No…you understood right, but you never accepted.

-I’m sorry for…I’m just so very sorry…

-Don’t be, this is how it was meant to be. Losing you was terrible, but it seemed the only way…

I want to hug her, but I know I shouldn’t. This woman standing in front of me knows pain, sadness, rejection more than anyone…And it was me, the one who caused…

-What are you thinking about?

-We need to talk about that afternoon…I need to…

-I know, it’s okay. Let’s talk about it…

She takes my hand, just like she did twenty years ago, in that sunny afternoon…the day that created this gap in time. The day when we lost our friendship.

(1998) twenty years ago:

She takes my hand and, somehow it feels different. I confessed her, a few days ago about my struggle with anorexia, about my nightmares, my fears. I felt she changed and I was afraid that the burden was too heavy. And now, when she told me that she has something to tell me, I just…

-About the other day, I didn’t meant to sound so crazy…I’m sorry, I was only…you must think I’m a crazy monster or something…

-Stop, please, stop saying such horrible things. I love you.

-Oh, I love you too! You’re my best friend, the sister I never had…

And I open my arms to hug her, but she continue to look into my eyes with an intensity I never saw before. She comes closer and I feel…uncomfortable, strange…

-It’s a different kind of love. I look at you, you’re perfect…in every way…and you’re my soulmate. I am in love with you.

Her hands are cupping my face and I’m lost in this nightmare. She leans over and now she’s so close that her lips are almost touching mine. And all I want is to run away…

-NO! This is wrong! You cannot feel this! You’re just confused…I’m…I can’t believe…just don’t touch me like this…

She’s so hurt and I’ve done this. I rejected her. She’s crying…

-I thought…that maybe you…would…feel…the same…Please don’t tell anyone, okay?

She ran. I ran too. And we kept running for twenty years…

now:

I wonder if she was ever able to forgive me. Maybe not. But losing my best friend was enough punishment for being so closed minded, so ignorant and judgemental.

-You’re thinking bad things about yourself again, I know it…every time you do it, you have this shadow in your eyes.

-I deserve the bad things…

-No, you don’t. We were 18, we were kids. You grew up believing that, any moment, the fire of hell will burn you alive. Sometimes I think that this fire only exists in your own mind. So, put an end to this torment.

-I can’t.

-I still love you. I don’t want another twenty years of running away. Let me be your friend, if friendship is what you feel. I’m here for you.

And I hug her, I finally hold her tight, I finally cry with her. I finally say the right words.

“I’m here for you too.

Because there’s a place where love is stronger than the fire of hell.

And that place is your heart.”

 

I’ll forever wonder why…

moteris-74390030He loves her with a tenderness he could never share with another. His need to feel her close to his body overcomes every bitter memory and, in his mind, they’re happy together. He holds her hand and softly kisses her forehead, always longing for more of her sweet perfume…

She loves him with a passion she’ll never feel for another. Her need to feel his fingers through her hair, playing, teasing, caressing her bare shoulders overcomes every moment of anger. She’s longing to hold him a little longer, desperately feeling that, any moment now, he’ll be gone. In her mind, he already left her…

He likes the image she created for the world. A strong woman, a warrior, a voice for the rights of the defenseless. He could listen to her speeches over and over again and he would agree to every word. He wants her stronger, braver, more powerful! He needs her to go there and carry the battle, win the war, celebrate the victory! He doesn’t know about the tears in the darkness…

She likes the image of him reflected in other women’s eyes. Yes, she noticed how they stumble, how they loose their words or even get all blushed in his presence. How they play with their hair or flutter their eyelashes, how they bite their bottom lips and bounce their legs, hoping he’ll appreciate the sensuality of their body language. She loves that he never gives them any attention. She wonders what’s wrong with her, why isn’t she jealous? She doesn’t know about his secret fantasies…

He wants her in control, in charge, to make the choices, to establish rules and to make people follow them. He never sees how tired she is and, when she’s smiling through her sleep, he doesn’t know that she dreams of a prince who’d fight shadows and demons and every scary creature in her mind, saving her heart…

She never told him that, sometimes, she feels fragile and scared, like a little girl. He never said the magic words. It will be alright. That’s all she needs, from time to time.

He’s generous and respectful and he always compliments her.

She’s kind, sweet, polite and graceful, always praising his intelligence and his talent.

He knows she’s the right one for him.

She believes he was her soulmate. It should had been forever.

They still love each other, they still hold each other’s hand, they still want this story to have a happy ending.

So, what’s wrong with this picture? What’s about this world that pushes people apart instead of bringing hearts together? Why are they in different places, feeling lonely, cold and frightened even while sharing the same bedroom?

And I’ll forever wonder why…

…and I’ll be longing for more ’till the day I’ll die.

 

 

 

 

All credits for the picture go to: https://www.himalayaninstitute.org/amrit-blog/inner-quest/transcending-loneliness-find-joy/