You know from the time. From seconds that seem endless hours, from long hours, from long days that seem eternity when you're not there. When you do not hold her by the hand, when you do not hear her laughing, when you do not see her face shimmering when she tells her how beautiful she is.
You know the people who smile on the street. Although you meet them bored, preoccupied, or hurried, you see them moving away with bright faces. It seems bizarre, because you are usually locked in the room of your soul when you walk. And do not lift your eyes to see them, or to know who watches you or how. But now you are so happy, and everything is read to you in that smile you completely forgot about thinking about it. And people do nothing but turn you back. A sincere smile brings joy into the hearts of those who see it, and for this they also reward you with another smile.
You know the Universe. Because it's just as mysterious. And when you meet her, time, world, Universe, all stays for a moment, you can only look at it.
You know from the rain. From her thoughts you knock in the glass from all the drops to bring you hungry. As you are astonished at the way in which you spit out of time I run away from you monotony. Because you just so little need to see life differently, if you look at beauty in its essence. It's unusual for you, who usually ignores the rain and does not hear it when you go on the journey of written pages. And now, her voice brings silence to soul and to thought. A tranquility in which you can travel to your beloved, this time, because you know she loves the rain and she brought you to the window.
You know from the wind. When you send lime and orange smell out of her naughty hair, who runs so often disobedient in his adherence.
You know the silence of the words. They are words that create lives, others that destroy, are words that heal hearts, others that hurt, words that comfort souls, others that strike them. There are words that get the meanings we want to give it sometimes. There are words that seem ridiculous sometimes. There are words that are useless, because your eyes speak the same language, and she understands you perfectly even when you say nothing.
You know from childhood. Because it's just as fantastic and has the same candor as she does. Because you relive the same joy. Because you are anxious to share with her the memory. Because you want to know her in her childhood and find out what you've lost out of it.
You know the night. Because then she only carries perfume notes, and you do not want to dress her except with the warmth of your arms. Because it is more beautiful than dreams you will not be in a hurry to wake up. Because it is more restful than the quiet sleep of any child.
You know from the morning. When you always turn to reality before her, let her admire her. When you are deliciously departed from a story, and portions of her body, somewhere uncovered and sunburned, make you forget everything ... Of all the wounds you've been carrying for you so far. Of all the thoughts you have failed to lose. Of time, of men, of the rain of yesterday, of all that you have been and what you have meant over time.
Good writing. What experiences did you get doing this?
I only find myself when I get lost in her body.
Great article!
excellent post
You know it's beautiful <3
Good
Woow .. very pretty picture
I like the way you think.