But if one day you lived true love, you know it's terribly painful to suffer for it.
Written on sunday december 4, 2011
But if one day you lived true love, you know it's terribly painful to suffer for it.
"You must never be ashamed. Accept all that life gives you and make an effort to drink from the cups it presents you. You must taste all the wines: of some, only a few sips; of others, the whole bottle.""How can I recognize them?""From the flavour. Only who tasted bad wine can identify the good one."
No existence is like any other. And maybe we'll never meet again. But I want you to know that I loved you all my life. That I loved you before meeting you. That you're part of me.
He was wrong, and he knew he had to pay the price. And the price was drinking a cup full of the cruelest of poisons: solitude.
He always remained close to me, he gave me the better of himself, and I wish to be close to him 'til the end of my days. But my heart's currents are a mistery, and I'll never understand what happened. Of course, I know that that meeting increased faith in myself, showing me that I was still capable of loving and of being loved, and revealing me a teaching that I'll never forget through life, when you find yourself in front of something important it doesn't mean you must give up all other things.
When you'll understand yourself you'll understand the world a lot better.
Emotions were wild horses: in the end, you couldn't do anything but free them.
He felt at peace; he was living one of those moments of existence that offers a sole alternative: losing control of ones actions.