Those like me

When I love, when I care, when someone is in my heart I am curious, I get curious, I am both constantly thirsty and peacefully confident.
I am curious about her, about anything hers, just anything.

Her morning breath, her dreams, her thoughts, anything she does, her pains, sorrows, smiles, boring routine. Before anyone else’s activity my heart is curious about hers, naturally before.
It is not restlessness it is rather thirst, thirst for something whose mere existence is, in whatever way, enough to quench this thirst, and trigger more, more passion, love, nearness, joy. Just the thought of it all suffices, but the thirst exists. I am not lost if I don’t satisfy these needs, but I am better, stronger, and feel happier, with pursuing them. They do add, they do add to my life, and spirit.

Together with this there is also the desire to have her feel it. To have her feel that I am curious of anything hers and have her feel she comes first. To have her know it. The fact that she knows it already is not a good reason for not proving it, for not showing it. Not a sufficient reason to not celebrate it, and celebrate her every little thing, valuing each of them and letting her know it. There is no need of big things, sometimes no need to say a thing, still, it is important to let her feel it and from my side to proof it to her, as unnecessary as it is. And I know it is an unnecessary necessity for her too, I’d go further, I’d go as far to say that it is so for everyone. in a relationship. In my world, it is so, in my too extreme mind, it is so and it has to be so. Who is in my heart does not need to say a thing, every one who is truly loved deserve to feel it, to feel that way. Every loving heart deserves it, and no loving one should need to ask for it, it makes me feel I would have failed, if I realise I dont deliver that. The way I am is this, it’s like that, for those like me, I couldn’t do without having this push, this curiosity, it would mean she’s not the one I have in my heart, because having love for someone means having that, doing that.

I’m just like that.
More than that, as crazy as I am, I think it is the same for everyone (in a special personal way), then, I’m just crazier than others, and that makes me say it out loud (needing to, maybe), and writing it down.

As Frail as Eternity

The most fragile things
are those withstanding time.
Indestructible,
like butterfly’s wing beats

Thoughts, dreams,
legends, emotions.
The beauty of a breath,
a special evening, a kiss.

[just a personal reflection]

“Love” for me

Being in Love for me means “Love is You“.
Being in love for me equal to “You is Love

My beloved, to me
YOU is LOVE

It is not treasuring, it is not enjoying, it is not the pleasure I seek when I am ok, it is not the moments of peace I seek to be a little better when I am not, it is not what I chant with my writing, or the music I play on piano when things go well or wrong.

YOU is LOVE
because it is all that, and more.

You is Love
because I belong, because my heart seeks you, because my mind wants yours, because my body needs you,
You is Love because it just is.

You is Love because no lust is like our togetherness, you is love because my mind melts with my body and is wrapped in our intertwined souls in our being One.
You is Love because the world does not exist the time bends and it is an orgasm going beyond our orgasms. You is love because there are moments I would rip you apart, and “You is Love” in those moments. You is love because there are moments I would cry all the blood in my veins for you. You is love because there has been days in which i didn’t sleep one minute seeking for you and then the good night kiss has been enough to sweep and overcome all of it.

You is love because i/w/We do not need others. You is love because I’d forget the world and ignore others and I do have to force myself not to do it. You is love because I cannot stay without letting you know I am near, Yours, You in me, me in You.

You is love because I suffer at the idea to leave you waiting, or leave something ours unattended. You is love because it is outwordly, you is love because anything else pales, you is love because it is blasphemy to ignore anything ours. You is love because in all my kindness i could be harder than you probably imagine, to defend us. You is love because of the pride I feel being together in front of the world. You is love because happiness fades when you are unwell. You is love because a good part of my happiness is tied to yours.

You is love because i belong to you, because it is something that makes me feel like nothing else. You is love because it is where all my soul wants to exist. You is love because in your every word I trust. You is love because w/We are soul naked truths, when it might cost bruises because it cant be otherwise. You is love because i got no fear it will fade for anything outside us.

YOU is LOVE because it just is, because LOVE is YOU

{kitty michele}
Yes, I have been close and personal today.
I did it because I open my soul and write what I feel about, always.
Close and personal, and maybe boring, Sorry, me is this crazy.

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