what do you know about love?
With grown-up eyes I see now that there is no love, nothing but passion or confort in another’s person’s presence. I deny the existence of a feeling named ‘love’ and I embrace the sad chemistry theory. Yet, from time to time, I remember what I used to be, I remember what I used to feel.
I used to whisper one single name and suddenly nothing was as bad as it looked. My lips got used to shape that single name and now, when my thoughts run ahead my words, I hear my voice still pronouncing it loud and clear, meant only for my ears to hear.
I still see a trace in the snow, ancient runes combined with new words forming the most simple and profound proof of love. He marked it to confort me. I marked the end with it.
I remember exactly when it all started. Walking towards the moon through the shadows of the forrest. A sweet laughter in the dark. That was the moment when I fell in a love that was meant to know no end.
“Whithout you, I would go insane” I said. And I was right.