Why are we so mad at sadness? Why are we afraid of being sad? Why do we feel like our own tears burn our skin? I still haven’t found the answer, but…I’m no longer afraid of sadness. To me, sadness is the purest and most honest emotion. Why? Because nobody lies when they say that they are sad. We can fake happiness so easily, we can pretend that everything is fine, we can paint smiles over our cries. But when we finally admit that we are sad…we are honest. People don’t wanna be seen as sad, unhappy, miserable. But why? Why do we run away from the purest and most honest emotion? Happiness without sadness wouldn’t be possible anyways…
Deci, eu sunt intr-o relatie de doi ani si ceva. Vad atatia oameni care considera ca intr-o relatie trebuie sa ai fluturasi in stomac mereu, ca inima trebuie sa-ti bata tare cand vezi persoana iubita, ca trebuie sa dormiti cu picioarele incolacite si ca mutatul impreuna o sa te faca sa te simti in al noualea cer.
Dar nu e asa, cel putin nu pentru mine.
Fluturasii se opresc dupa un timp, inima ta nu o mai ia razna cand ii vezi, in schimb, totul devine calm si protector. Cand va luati in brate simti cum inima ta bate incet, si sunetul respiratiei lor te poarta catre confort. Nu se mai simte ca o abundenta de emotii, se simte ca…acasa.
Nu mai dormiti imbratisati in fiecare noapte, cu picioarele incolacite atat de tare incat nu mai stii care sunt ale tale si care sunt ale lui.
In schimb, dormiti confortabil, unul langa celalalt, cateodata spate in spate. Dar in fiecare noapte, te trezesti cocolosindu-te langa el. Il iei de mana sau ii mangai parul pana adoarme, iar el te tine in brate cateva minute.
Saruturile nu mai sunt tot timpul romantice si pline de pasiune. Dar devin atat de diverse. Saruturi reci atunci cand mancati inghetata, sarututi lipicioase din cauza siropului pentru clatite, saruturile de ”plec acum, ne vedem mai tarziu”, saruturile de ”noapte buna” si tot asa.
Iubire nu e intotdeauna ca o flacara imensa ce te invaluie si te face rebel si pasional, iubirea e serenitate.
It’s not about them or about anybody else, it’s about you! You’re so afraid of commitment that you can’t think straight. You just think that the other person will appear and magically make everything better. They can’t do that, they’re only human! Don’t indulge in sappy, romantic ilusions that have been imprinted in your mind by hundreds of rom-coms, that’s not what love is about! Love doesn’t consist of boxes of chocolates, drunken sex, pebbles in the window, and romantic kisses at the airport. Love is about sacrifice, about putting the other person first, it’s about the fights you have, the tears you spill, the doubts that somehow creep inside your mind, the late night talks and every other small thing that makes love beautiful. And even if sometimes it may hurt, it may make you insane, it’s all worth it. And if you’re gonna start running from love just because you think it’s supposed to be some magical, sparkly, pink potion that will make you fly above cloud 9 then you’re gonna miss out on an amazing ride through life.
When I first met you, you smelled like nicotine and cologne, I smelled like coffee and old books.
When I first met you, I saw stars in your eyes, you saw pain in mine.
When I first met you, you spoke so smoothly and easy, I was choking on my words.
When I first met you, you already knew I was the one, I denied it.
When I first met you, you were brave, I was scared.
When I first met you, you tried to get closer, I tried to get further.
When I first met you, you wanted to see the world, I wanted to hide.
When I first met you, you wanted to love, I wanted to disappear
When I first met you, you fell in love and so did I.
I am my own person. I am the one I’ve created. I am the green tea that swirls my tongue in happines, I am the music that blasts in my ear and holds me tight when no one else does, I am the sweet hugs I give my friends, I am the advice I have given and have received, I am the mistakes I have made, I am the clothes I wear that aren’t quite fashionable, I am the fake smiles that paint my face, I am the stories I write, I am the dreams I have, I am the pain and happiness that I feel, I am the voice in my head that I have conversations with when no one else is around, I am the love I feel for people and earth, I am the joy I feel when I pet a cute cat or dog, I am the books I read, I am the flaws that embrace my body, but I am not the things that people say about me.
Cum se poate ca vorbele tale sa fie atat de pline de sentimente,
Insa tu sa fii doar o umbra goala
De care m-am lovit ieri?
O amintire a unei intamplari
Ce imi danseaza prin minte?
Unde e sclipirea?
Unde e tipatul fericirii?
Vreau sa stiu unde le-ai pierdut.
Poate intr-o balta lasata de ploaia de saptamana trecuta
Sau poate intr-un colt al camerei in care ai spart pahare.
Cauta sclipirea si pune-o inapoi in ochii tai