When you're with someone, you can't ask for a warranty, because you can't even ask yourself for one. Love is a risk that someone takes on. That's why true love is only for the courageous.
What is happening to me? Who am I becoming? I feel double, as if a part of me had started looking at me, observing my life.
One day, in a natural way, everthing changed. And nothing was the same as before. A world of certainty had been swept away, overwhelmed.
I love it when someone kisses my eyelids, when he keeps my hands and our fingers fasten like a zip. I feel as if suddenly the world collapsed, I'd be safe.
You're never ready enough for bad news and thinking about it is useless.
In a lifetime you can meet loads of people and become really good friends of some of them. But who spent adolescence with you has an important place. Maybe even more than childhood comrades.
A great need of travelling, laughing and having fun has just exploded in me. The need of living a new world, different from mine. I need to have the capacity of hoping. I need to love. I don't want to find anymore excuses to not love.
Maybe you must learn to be with people, and not expect a perfect fit.
Maybe now I just want to undress from this role to see what lies underneath. Maybe I've finally found the strength and the courage to risk myself. And maybe discover, without having ever known it, that I'm simply more.
I wonder if it's more sinful to follow what I feel or the hipocrisy of living what I'm not.