"Why do te have to negate everything?" she says with a dark sadness filling her eyes.
What do I say to this? I have never really known the answer.I've asked this domanda of myself so many times.I really do want her to be happy.
"I don't know." I finally say to her.
She is so raw in this moment. The baggy clothes hide her taut form, and her makeup is all gone except for a few traces of mascara. She looks like she wants to yell some more. She looks like she wants to cry some more... She looks confused. She thought I would say something else. She thought I'd make another jackass retort. She realizes that I'm being honest with her. She wasn't expecting this.
In this moment, I want her più than I ever have. I know I shouldn't keep coming closer. I know I should stop this spontaneous action that on any other giorno I would never consider, but I can't stop myself I'm already against her. My mouth aches from this reunion with her own soft lips. She pulls down on my bottom lip, and my tongue finds refuge against hers. I can feel her hand on my ear as she pulls me further down to meet her. She wants me in a way that is different from that time before. This isn't about meaningless lust this is about something pure and real...and I have to stop.
"Goodnight." I say as I pull away from her and walk steadily out the door.
I hear her say goodnight as I let the door shut behind me. There is no way I'll get to sleep tonight.
What do I say to this? I have never really known the answer.I've asked this domanda of myself so many times.I really do want her to be happy.
"I don't know." I finally say to her.
She is so raw in this moment. The baggy clothes hide her taut form, and her makeup is all gone except for a few traces of mascara. She looks like she wants to yell some more. She looks like she wants to cry some more... She looks confused. She thought I would say something else. She thought I'd make another jackass retort. She realizes that I'm being honest with her. She wasn't expecting this.
In this moment, I want her più than I ever have. I know I shouldn't keep coming closer. I know I should stop this spontaneous action that on any other giorno I would never consider, but I can't stop myself I'm already against her. My mouth aches from this reunion with her own soft lips. She pulls down on my bottom lip, and my tongue finds refuge against hers. I can feel her hand on my ear as she pulls me further down to meet her. She wants me in a way that is different from that time before. This isn't about meaningless lust this is about something pure and real...and I have to stop.
"Goodnight." I say as I pull away from her and walk steadily out the door.
I hear her say goodnight as I let the door shut behind me. There is no way I'll get to sleep tonight.
When does Amore become something we need, rather than something we want? Amore was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Amore is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Amore is common currency when te are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older te get. Do we not care about the substance of what Amore was and not what it has been made into today da commercialisation from American Film and Televisione commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Amore for real, can we commento and judge others who are in Love. Amore means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Amore is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Amore is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.