Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Where is love?


I love you! I love you! I love you!
I love you. Three words. I, the one who does the action designated by the verb. Love, the action. You, the one who receives the action of the verb. To love: To have a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward (a person)¹; Love has the power of undergoing all things, having faith in all things, hoping all things.²

People say I love you when they don't love. People make a promise; a promise that won't be kept... 

People say words go away with the wind. They say when you say something many times it loses its meaning. They are wrong. The problem isn't how many times you say I love you. The problem is when you say these three words, but you don't mean it. And do you wanna know? It happens a lot. 

People say words go away with the wind. They do believe it. People make promises they will break. Words can be invisible, but it doesn't mean they're not there. People forget words can hurt when they are not followed by actions. And can I tell you a secret? It hurts a lot.

Words are not carried by the wind. Words are written in the soul.

P.S.: I used to believe when you overtalk about your feelings it makes what you feel disappear. But how crazy is that? How talking about what you feel inside can "kill" these feelings? Or make them less strong? It just can happen when the words are empty and there's no true feeling, just a infatuation. 
Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love.
Elizabeth Bennet: Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead. 
 (Pride and Prejudice, 2005)
¹ - The free dictionary; ² - Holy Bible (Basic English version)

Monday, June 27, 2011

See no More



The silence! This is the worst part of the night. Everything was so different a little time ago when I used to talk with her every night. Her voice was a lullaby and I couldn't sleep if I didn't listen to her. Now my room is dark and empty.

The silence! I look to my shelf. Her picture is still there. Memories come to my mind. The day we met each other. Our first date. Our first kiss. The day I purposed her. Nothing matters now.

Life. Smile. Love. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Pain. Death.

I still love her, but now she's gone. Forever.

Now Playing:  See no More by Joe Jonas 

Saturday, June 4, 2011