Dream house

I want that kitchen. Bring the good friends over for a great dinner.

Everything it takes

I am a love fanatic. 

I like to hold his hand and it always feels like «too long» is the time that has passed since the last time I did it. 

I like to read a good romance novel and movie. Sometimes I’ll rent a romantic comedy to get in the mood of blushing. I like it. 

I love to see him smile. Any kind of smile from him is good. If I can make him laugh then I’m doing a good job. It’s just sparkling, like holding his hand.

I like to hear about real life stories too, though. I sometimes ask my friends how it is that their parents met. It always brings a smile to my face listening to the story of people who decided to take a shot at love.

I remember the first time he kissed me and I always try to remember the last time he did. I love his lips. I like our goodnight/goodbye kisses the most. 

I often wonder if I will have an interesting love story. The kind of story that someone could make a movie out of. The kind of romance that becomes unforgettable.

I could call it destiny, chance or luck, maybe causality. Any way, I feel very lucky to have found him, very lucky to have met him, very happy to share my life with him. 

Then of course, there are always the conflicts in any story. Fights, disagreements. Shouts, tears, anger. 

I hate fighting with him. I hate losing my mind and messing things up. I feel my worst when I did something wrong. The truth is, as soon as we start to fight is the time I want to make up. 

And of course, I know real love stories have an intrinsic structure of learning through mistakes and differences, and also through communication. This isn’t something you can wholly catch in the typical romantic comedy.

We’ve learned a lot. We’ve learned to communicate. I’ve learned not to hide anything from him. He is my best friend and the first person I think of when I have something interesting or important to talk about. We’re similar and we’re different, but I like it.

So even if I can’t have one of those golden romances, because I’m not a perfect woman myself and I’m not looking for a perfect guy either, what I do want to have is a happy love.

I love his care. I admire his strength. I admire his vision. I enjoy our conversations and our silences. I want to plan ahead for us a healthy life, a happy time.

I have seen couples so in love you would have thought they could last forever. Couples that don’t miss a chance to say «i love you», couples that make their love story a public statement. They look so perfectly in love, seemingly lasting, of apparently unbreakable bonds. One day, you ask about them and you find out they are no longer together. Some cheating, some lie. Some loss of love, diverging paths.

We have had our ups and downs. We have been together almost three years. There are times when I thought it was better to break up, and we did. There were times I thought I was not good for him, or times when I thought he was not good for me. Tough times when I cried, because where else was I going to find someone like him? When? So I fought with my small fists against the dark spots and I saw that it only took a little more love to heal. I don’t use to tell him I love him, I just do. 

I constantly wonder. I don’t lose faith in having a good relationship, because I think I now know everything it takes.

I wonder if we’re going to last. I wonder if the love I feel for him or the love he feels for me will be enough to get through troubles, differences, new challenges. I worry about it. I can’t bear the idea of losing him.

One day I want to write my own story, of how two wonderful people met one day and each was of deep character. I will let the world know about my romance. That could well be part of my legacy to the world, I will give it racing hearts and blushing smiles.

He gives me a racing heart and I cannot wait until the next time he holds my hand.

To love

I’m a simple mortal, afraid to die. 

I’m young and dreamful, scared to fail.

I am an average heart hoping to be heard.

Well, you know well that you have me and that I would give you a pint of blood.
You well know me and you could bet on me giving you my care and trust.
But to love you is a decision I thought about quite through.
To love you is decision and this time in my life, I feel it true. 

I can’t promise I will be perfect, nor do I expect such thing about you.
I can promise you I will never give up on trying to make things work with you.
Because today I’m a better person, a better girlfriend, a better love.
Just by deciding to be a better me, I can guarantee a happier you.

Well, I’ve been thinking I have a purpose in life.
But if it isn’t to make you happy, I would be missing an important part.
And if it isn’t to love you, I would be losing my restless mind.
It is easier now, to see why.
It feels good to love you; it feels good to share this life.

What we did

What did we do?

We melted and fused. Once, we became one and each other’s muse.

We kissed in the rain and ran holding hands; we ran too fast and got too far. We dreamed upon the same pillow and studied the same stars. Because though we were different, we loved alike. We felt the same music flooding our veins and after conciding, we knew nothing would be the same. We united against fears and though we suffered in small amounts the splinters love attracts, we found a way into trust and calm. We breathed deeply and shone eternally, we cast a trail of stories of fun and life.

 

On leaving

I want to leave this place. And if I could leave this time, I would.

I hold my face with tingling cold hands, cradling my thoughts as my head goes back and forth and I repeat to myself. What’s wrong with me? What’s missing inside? 

I will be found.

Pink cotton clouds

🙂

 

Sé que has transitado por túneles, esperando ver la luz al final. Sé que has esperado en cuevas a que la tormenta pase. Sé que te sientes asfixiada por estos limitados espacios donde caben tu pasado y tus preocupaciones.

Es mi deber, como hermana mayor, hacerte saber que siempre hay un paraíso en la tierra por visitar. Es mi deber decirte que si te ha tocado lo podrido, es seguramente porque estás lista para lo fresco. Y te recuerdo que el tiempo es lo más valioso que tendremos. No pierdas tiempo y vuelve a sonreír  cueste lo que cueste. Se dice muy fácil, pero nos gusta vivirlo difícil. Desapégate de todo lo que te arrastra, déjalo ir. Velo morir. No dejes que se convierta en el cáncer de tu sistema. Eres una de las personas más fuertes que conozco y sé que sabrás hacerte camino entre esta noche que no tiene más que ofrecer. Alza el vuelo y te invito a que pronto me hables, sentada entre los algodones rosas de la vida.

Te has ganado las cicatrices y te prometo que tendrás nuevos pesares, pero del mismo tamaño serán las recompensas y satisfacciones que los sucederán. Cuentas conmigo en todos los escenarios, en todos los climas y en todos los colores. ¡No lo olvides! Nadie está desconectado. Nadie está del todo perdido si sabe con lo que cuenta.

🙂

Once again

Chemical reactions

 

Welcome hormones. I’m glad to have you back in the game.

 

Let’s get to it.

Come nearer

I’ve been expecting you

 

Let me touch you. Spread your wings a little and let me skim your halo.

I know I don’t know you, and you know you don’t know me. We’re like strangers walking on the same sidewalk, in the same direction, a meter apart. I don’t know where you come from, and I won’t tell you about my past. Before deciding which shade of grey to stand on, let me bring some color into your life. I won’t ask too many questions, but maybe I will ask you out.

You, there, the one with stunning smile, let me touch you, let me seduce, let me bribe. Let me also unpin my hair and undress my ways so you can see I’m worth the try.

Do you know what you shouldn’t be?

 

Afraid of heights. Otherwise, how are we going to get along?

Lip biting

Lip biting

 

A loved one put his head on her lap, red roses fell to the floor, and the world stood still.

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Let’s talk about all this silence. Let’s yell and scream around all this silence.

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She’ll do away with the ways that had her mistaken. She’ll let day after day go right in and out of her laced iris. She’ll be again taken.