Love you.

I am the imperfection in this world of perfect people, in this world, our world, you and me, perfect and imperfect. I’m the strange, you’re favorite, I’m the devil and you are the angel, I’m who fell in love with you like anybody did it never.

I love you.

Sometimes life takes an unexpected turn.
And you realize that your life isn’t like you thought it was.
Not so happy and nice as it would in other circunstances.
You’re the nicest thing I ever had, and hardly I have you.
I need you by my side. I need you close.
I need your kiss, your touch, your hugs, your words.

I need you.

“Suddenly, I looked in my mirror and I didn’t see my face. I saw the reflection of a horrible doll, eyes and mouth sewn showing a grim smile. Her black hair hung down her head as hard and stiff wires, and it had holes in the body where the stuffing was coming out. He lifted a hand with two fingers pulled at me and laughed. “
During the descent of the stairs, suffered from chills every time I heard the sound coming from behind, that sound of a quiet heart what someone wanted to make it works by fight…
Hugging my pillow, my face is completely soaked, but who cares, I feel nothing, I am empty but the impotence is winning space, is climbing through my veins, making my blood to reach the end point to a boil. Go back to the images before my eyes and use more strenght to close until it hurts, the sharper they become my memories and the pain is actually more intense. I just limit myself to sink my face on the pillow soaked…

“Love: Born in the expectation that a human can fill another in existential satisfaction and happiness.”

Learn to love isn’t when we think this person is perfect, is when we learn to see this person as perfect in this world of imperfection.
Loves die of bored, and the forgetfulness bury it.
The good thing about the years is heal wounds,the bad thing about the kisses is it makes addiction.
And, you know? If the passion, if it never pass for souls … why we want the life?
When my voice shut up with death, my heart will continue speaking to you.

They say that love is a disease, and they were right.
And like any other disease has its symptoms: difficulty breathing, have tachycardia, decreased appetite, and then come the obsessive thoughts, anxiety about the future, sudden mood swings.

According to the English psychologist Frank Tallis, love is a necessary way of mental illness for which indeed we have no cure.

Love changes profoundly the person, it influence how you think and behave, and when you aren’t happy a true and proper cause physical discomfort.

The ancient doctors said:
“Think straight in the beloved, be melancholy, ecstatic, make a violent swing in mood.”
They call this obsessions or hobbies, but they were not.

Love is a kind of security mechanism to protect human from their own rationality.
It pays emotional irrationality. The trouble is, it is not a “decision.”

You know the worst of the declarations of love? You start without knowing what you will say, and you finish without knowing what you said.

Love until it hurts, if it hurts, it’s a good sign.

I love you…