Chronicle of love

        There are only two ways to love: fast or not, suddenly or slowly. It’s like when we are walking on a street and we see our object of desire going to a store, asking for an ice cream in a bakery, stopping a car at a traffic light, and our eyes get shocked as we are seeing an unusual image before us. We see it and cannot forget it any more.
         Let you know. It’s like feeling attraction for a special look, and our object of desire seems different. It can be its way of walking or its voice sounds like a song. And it’s special in the crowd because we stop our walk to listen to its voice. Imagination flows to try to make a strategy to get closer to it, and then our brain vibrates like a rumour inside us.
         Or, love is a silent ghost coming slowly. It comes from a pet peeve between two people working together, laughing at the same things and subjects or because they enjoyed the same movie. After that, they go on to live in different places and love other people. But one day, they have an opportunity to meet again and do the same things. Their hands meet, they feel a cold line crosses their bodies, and their looks are connected. They say obvious things, and love will grow after an invitation to a meeting. But not like in the past. It’s different because there is a hesitation in the air. Maybe there is a positive perspective, and they don’t know why things happen.
         But it is not love yet. Really. This is a swirl of galaxies meeting. A kind of dance that brings people together. Respect for spaces. Unbelievable powers are installed, and they are not the same people.
          Love happens when we wake up in the morning and face our object of desire in the mirror. Our eyes are still closed, we are almost sleeping, and we pretend that our sleep is going on, only to keep dreaming, without speaking or saying anything.
         Suddenly, love is feeling the absence of the one, and even if we forget to call him, where he is or what he’s doing, we miss him without explanation.
        Love is not dividing. It’s only the pleasure to get closer to someone. Even if we know that it’s possible to make love with others, we know that the most important thing is making love with him. It’s to be the owner without owning it. It’s to dominate it without the necessity to show it. It’s calling him in silence. It’s looking at the other side and not feeling loneliness. And even if we fight against it, we are sure this question will be fleeting, fugacious.
         Love is wanting without knowing if we are beloved or not.

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