Chronicle of love
There are only two ways to love: fast or not, suddenly or slowly. It’s like when we are walking in a street and we see our object of desire going to a store, asking for an ice cream in a bakery, stopping a car in a traffic light and our eyes get shocked as we were seeing out of place image before us. We see it and we cannot forget it any more.
You know. It’s like to feel attraction for a special look and our object of desire seems different. It can be its way of walking or its voice sounding like a song. And it’s the only one in the crowd because we stop our walking to listen to its voice. Imagination flows to try to make a strategy to get closer to it, and then our brain runs 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 watched the same movie. After that, they go away to different places and go love different people. But, one day, an opportunity appears and they can do the same thing. Their hands meet, they feel a cold line crosses their bodies and their looks get connected. They seem to say obvious things and love will grow after an invitation for a meeting. But not like in the past, it’s different because it suggests a hesitation in the air. Maybe there is a positive perspective or not and we 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 install and we are not the same people.
Love happens when we wake up in the morning and we see the face of 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 and saying nothing.
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 feel, for a moment, his lacking, we miss him without explanation.
Love is not dividing. It’s only the pleasure to get closer to someone. Even if we know that’s possible to make the same with others, we also know that the most important is making love with him. It’s to be the owner without owning it. It’s to dominate it without 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 him we are sure that this problem will be fleeting, fugacious.
Love is wanting without knowing, really, if we are beloved or not.
Photo from: Foto de Christina @ wocintechchat.com en Unsplash
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