11/7 - 2

Abre los ojos. He woke up as I whispered in his ear. Messy hair, sleepy face.. so beautiful. As he was getting ready to leave, I wandered in his bed, feeling the sheets I was so jealous of. I followed him down the stairs and out the door, as he grabbed a pretzel (because he usually oversleeps and has no time to eat in the morning). I think he remembers how I always tell him Don't forget to eat, love, you're going to end up all skinny and sick. Then he runs, and runs (not to me, sadly), he meets his friends and a smile appears on his face. Oh, that smile! They talk and his soft voice caresses my ears. There he goes, inside a big building, sitting in uncomfortable chairs and listening to some intelligent woman teaching him about our bodies. I admire him, he is so dedicated. I can't believe how attentive he listens and writes. It is for him like art is for me. Hours pass and I cannot tell what happens, as I only have eyes for him. I study his face, his hands, the way he answers, the way he speaks. I wish I could hold him in my arms, take him away from this madness and go wander the streets together, laugh and eat and drink red, wild wine...
He gets up again, goes around, books in hand, sparkles in his eyes.. He talks, and talks, and smiles and laughs. Everybody seems to love him. Well, they don't love him like I do, because I know him. But they respect him, they want him near them.  There comes the jealousy once more. His actions and the way he speaks are so attractive, they scream "tact" in such a peaceful manner. He charms.
But then I follow him, as he gets away from all those people and I find him once again, as I did at the very beginning. The introvert, the shy one, the quiet one. I cannot help but admire the way he mingles his two parts. He is a combination of unmatching figures, but he fits them so perfectly. He is weird, but I, myself, am something of an oddity. We fit.
He goes in the library and there, he reads and learns, he prepares to become someone to heal the others. And hours pass again, and he laughs with his friends and then he reads again in what seems for me like endless times. I am still near him, watching him, admiring.. And the day goes on.
At the end of the day though, he sits down and thinks about me. And he smiles, and he feels like crying, because I am the cause of his pain, but I am the cause of his love. I am the thing he can't forget. And he is my all. Now I see him running in his head, running nowhere but to me, as I sing in his ears with a rather unpleasant voice, the song of our hearts.
I love you, madly, deeply, truly, endlessly.
Happy anniversary, love. Cheers to us *cling*.

Anecdota despre iubire

A fost odata ca niciodata o fata care hoinarea printr-un taram pustiu, incetosat, cu care de altfel se acomodase. Incepea sa distinga prin griul ce o inconjura, parca prin unele parti apareau culori. Dar voia sa plece, isi dorea din tot sufletul sa vada alt taram, o alta lume. Voia sa descopere..

          Marea problema a fetei noastre era ca nu stia cum arata o usa, asa ca nu stia cum sa plece. Oamenii intrau in lumea ei, dar niciunul nu se deranja sa ii explice cum arata o usa, toti credeau ca ea stie deja. Dar ea nu recunostea faptul ca nu stie. Asa ca oamenii plecau la fel de repede pe cat veneau.

          La un moment dat insa, in taramul fetei patrunse o umbra. Fata incerca sa isi obisnuiasca ochii cu imaginea ei, caci era ceva straniu ce fata simtise, dar nu isi dadea seama ce.

          (Ne dam seama de aici ca pe langa faptul ca taramul fetei era unul al incertitudinii, pana si dorinta ei de cunoastere era umbrita de nesiguranta)

          Umbra a continuat sa umble prin taramul fetei, inspectand locul si cercetandu-l. Fata se obisnuise cu prezenta ei si nu dupa mult timp incepu sa vada un contur al umbrei, incepu sa vada o mica stralucire in pieptul ei. Umbra lasa fata sa priveasca inauntrul ei, iar fata facea acelasi lucru.

          Umbra a luat-o de mana si a inceput sa umble cu ea, a purtat-o prin tot taramul cu care fata credea ca s-a obisnuit, iar oriunde mergeau amandoi ceata parea ca dispare.

          In cele din urma umbra ii puse mainile la ochi fetei, nelasand-o sa vada nimic. Simtind pentru prima oara notiunea de timp, fata parea sa se destepte. Un minut a stat cu ochii inchisi, apoi a privit in jur. Taramul ei avea contur, ceata disparuse iar umbra stralucea din ce in ce mai tare. Lumina dinauntrul ei a dat nastere unei imagini, imaginea unui baiat, cu un zambet minunat ce te incalzeste.

          S-au luat din nou de mana si au inceput sa se plimbe. Baiatul a inteles ca fata cauta o usa, asa ca i-a aratat ce este, i-a explicat. Fata a inteles, dar acum nu mai voia usa. Voia sa-si descopere taramul, caci era minunat. Iar baiatul voia sa stea cu ea, voia sa o vada descoperind. Si a ramas.

          Pana la urma, usile nu dispareau, iar acum puteau pleca oricand. Au mers si pe taramul lui si au ridicat ceata si din colturile inca nedescoperite. Si inca de cand s-au vazut prima data ei tot descopera. Si inca mai au.

          Cel mai frumos lucru e ca taramurile lor nu se sfarsesc niciodata, mereu zaresti ceva nou, un coltisor ce nu-l cunosti. E minunat cand ai cu cine sa-l descoperi.

          Si nu si-au mai dat drumul la mana niciodata.

          Uneori parti din taramul ei il inspaimantau pe el, iar parti din taramul lui o faceau sa planga. Dar atunci se luau in brate, se strangeau tare si isi aminteau ca ei au facut totul sa straluceasca. Pana si colturile cele mai urate pareau minunate pentru ei. Cele mai distruse parti ale taramului ii faceau pe ei speciali, iar ei iubeau asta. Si-au dat seama ca nu vor compania celuilalt si atat. Au nevoie unul de celalalt pentru ca sunt singurii care pot sa straluceasca... Si aveau sa descopere multe taramuri impreuna.

Déjà vu

Simti cum se apropie din nou, stii ca e rau, stii ca vei rani pe cineva, dar nu te opresti. De ce vrei sa faci rau? De ce esti atat de egoista? Nu mai incerca degeaba sa iti impui sa iubesti. Daca tu nu simti nimic, nu-i amagi pe ceilalti. Vei iubi candva, dar acum, macar nu mai zambi cu seninatate, nu le mai consuma afectiunea. Esti dependenta, dependenta de iubire, dar nu stii sa oferi deloc. Pleaca!
Nu meriti sa fii iubita.

Keepers

People will fall in love with the mystery that surrounds you, it always happens like this. There is something about a mysterious person that attracts the others; that type of smile which says "You will never know me, sweetie". But once they will see the real you, most of them will be scared, or disgusted, they will run. If you ever have the guts to reveal the inner you, the true one, you will have to take care to whom you will reveal. The ones that will fall in love with YOU are the people to keep around you, forever..or for as long as you can keep them.