Sometimes when we touch....

I'm hearing people telling me that I'm weak and crazy because I love you and because I'm craving for your love. They are wrong...THIS is what makes me strong, loving you under these circumstances, loving you without expecting to be loved back, that makes me a strong woman. 

I'm not even going to ask you if you love me, I care but I don't want you to love me because I love you. It's not a trade baby. I love you for the smell of your skin, I love you for how I felt when I was with you, I love you for your eyes looking at me, I love you for the endless kisses, I love you for your silence, I love you for the small nothings said or left unsaid....

Do you remember how I was melting in your arms? How I was tasting the coffee on your lips? 

I love you for the last kiss..... 

Six degrees

" First: You think that a broken heart is just as bad as it gets, the sadness

 Second: The anger is what's going to kill you, because you never see it coming (or simply refused to see it)

 Third: Your world becomes two, them and you

 Fourth: You finally think you're alright

 Fifth: You see them with someone else and it just goes to hell

 Sixth: You admit you screwed up, not them and nothing they did was wrong, you'd take them back without   thinking

 The Six Degrees, we all go through them just in different stages." 

I'm just hurt.

We're made of rocks. Tons of small, irregular rocks. And all we have to do is to keep this puzzle in a perfect equilibrium. 
Just make them fit. 
Too bad that in order to polish them in different shapes and sized we need to throw ourselves in a stormy sea and sometimes forget to search and rescue the pieces. 

And what glues us then?

"We had the right love

At the wrong time"

Ma crezi ca nu stiu cum imi trec zilele? Ma crezi ca nu stiu cum reusesc sa respir cu nodul asta in piept? 

Am momente in care ma pierd pentru o secunda, simt ca alunec usor spre ceva dar ma redresez. Incerc.

Nu-ti pasa....dar nu ma mira:) Chiar m-am obisnuit cu lipsa ta. Ba chiar ma bucur de ea. Pentru ca daca nu esti, nu revii, nu vorbesti...n-ai cum sa ma mai minti. Super, nu?

La naiba, de ce n-as fi cinstita? Ma rupe in bucati lipsa ta! Ma face ghem! 

Is this love?

Is this love that I'm feeling? Is this the love that I've been searching for?

Da si nu. 

Este o lupta constanta intre frumusetea sentimentului, zborul de fluturi pe care ii simti prin tot corpul in momentul in care el te "rasfata" cu prezenta lui si chinul asteptarii, al intrebarilor fara raspuns, al fluturilor haotici care nu traiesc mai mult de o zi pentru ca "rasfatul" lui este atat de rar si de sarac si de cele mai multe ori lipseste cu desavarsire.

Nu vreau sa-mi spui ca stiu deja ce simti si ce vrei sa spui. NU! Vreau sa-mi spui tu. Am ajuns sa urasc sa-ti gasesc scuze si sa banuiesc ceea ce ai gandi/simti tu. 

Nu vreau sa-mi spui ca sunt indeajuns de inteligenta si te cunosc. Mi-as dori sa fiu indeajuns de inteligenta sa ma iubesc pe mine si sa accept ca "EU" nu are nicio legatura cu "TU"....

Iubitule, la tine in suflet nu este primavara?

Iti "multumesc" ca te-ai gandit astazi la mine....stii cat de mult inseamna lucrurile marunte pentru mine.