It's been over a year since I last wrote here.
On the cold Sunday morning that I woke up in today, I stared at his beautiful thin lips and I thought "I love him". Then, her turned his back to me, so I held him, pressed my cheeks against him and thought "Oh I do love him, I love him to death, till it hurts". That's when I started to have doubts.
Is it really to death? Does it really have to hurt? No. It isn't that way, and it shouldn't be that way. Is pain necessary for it to be real love? No, that's just my old habits doing the talk for me.
What's needed is peace, comfort, security, naturalness... Just unstained bliss without a shred of melancholic, almost teary devotion.
He's here, I'm here. We love one another. There's no fear of the unexpected, no aching for something to happen. Everything is as it needs be. No emotional rollercoaster.
We just are and love.
Que lindo :)
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