Many years ago someone told me that the only thing that really matters in this life is love, and I believed her...Frustrated, lost beneath the shadows of my many lovestory books I was drowning for so many years, 'cause I believed her, I had faith in love no matter how many times shattered me. Every love story has an end, a middle and a fragile start. I lived an intense life, careless for what people say, I am free. Love is the wings that let you fly, love is the air between your floating hair, love is the sun caressing you in summers morning, love is the snowflakes dancing with you in winters arms. All my life felt so much love cause I knew where should I notice and where should I listen and see.
The most beautiful love moment in my life was with someone who made me love him until the day that i wont be here no long, some one who was always toughting me so pure and innocent.The most beautiful moment in my life was a walk, a walk in the forest and then the rain, the raindrops washed all my pain away, wet and cold he covered me with his jacket, without saying a word we just walk embraced even it was rainning we had eachother no matter what.I fell in love with the sadness in his eyes, his look had a whole story hide, a lonely heart a mystical passion. That was love. Pure clean soft love.
I had many love storys in my life and the most of them are painfull, but deep in side me I know that I should not weep 'cause I lived it. Love is everywhere around us we just refuse to see it , simple moments of life, simple people around us, even the smile of a stranger in the street who looks you and pass by is love. Is the emotions of every action. A smell of a rose , his look, his laughter the way he pulled the strings is love.
So many years after i realise how shallow people are, misarable, week and blind. Busy materialists, always snivel wanting more and more. Looking for the ideal lovemate who is never good enough. This is not love.
Romance is the coincidence of life, is the random things that come when you dont expect them.
The old lady was right, the only thing that matters is love, pure love, which is offered in every breath in every look in every smell and tought around us.
The most beautiful love moment in my life was with someone who made me love him until the day that i wont be here no long, some one who was always toughting me so pure and innocent.The most beautiful moment in my life was a walk, a walk in the forest and then the rain, the raindrops washed all my pain away, wet and cold he covered me with his jacket, without saying a word we just walk embraced even it was rainning we had eachother no matter what.I fell in love with the sadness in his eyes, his look had a whole story hide, a lonely heart a mystical passion. That was love. Pure clean soft love.
I had many love storys in my life and the most of them are painfull, but deep in side me I know that I should not weep 'cause I lived it. Love is everywhere around us we just refuse to see it , simple moments of life, simple people around us, even the smile of a stranger in the street who looks you and pass by is love. Is the emotions of every action. A smell of a rose , his look, his laughter the way he pulled the strings is love.
So many years after i realise how shallow people are, misarable, week and blind. Busy materialists, always snivel wanting more and more. Looking for the ideal lovemate who is never good enough. This is not love.
Romance is the coincidence of life, is the random things that come when you dont expect them.
The old lady was right, the only thing that matters is love, pure love, which is offered in every breath in every look in every smell and tought around us.
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