[You can read this text, the sound of the – Lost without your love-Bread]
You never forget the day in which the heart takes an arrow. Cupids are good sighting. They do not make mistakes. The arrow wound is always accurate, tearing his chest, tearing inside. Every love has a kind of masochistic.
I remember exactly the day my heart was the target. In an instant, all was calm. The colors in pantone life remained sober. rose loosened the button that was in no hurry to open. The sky had clouds of cotton every day.
Until she came. Sharp, ripping, no return.
The next moment, the whole world seems to be upside down. The symptoms were chills the body, a feeling chilly in the stomach, rapid heart palpitations, shortness of breath, excessive sweating, and a joy that only reaches colossal lovers. The colors of the world, but sober, now seemed more extravagant than ever. The flowers, waiting for the right time to open, all seemed to flourish in a single moment. The sky was bluer, and the cloud that had any form, suddenly cast into a mushy heart.
Life has never been the same since the day you arrived.
The nights become warmer. And a strange phenomenon started to happen: I could no longer sleep in the middle of the bed, even though it was couple. Even when she was only mine, I was going to end right and left all the rest of it empty, as if his presence there was impregnated. Their presence there was impregnated.
The joys and pains came on double – because I spent so feel what you feel. Days in which his smile was so wide that your eyes become closed, they were the best for me. Her joy lifted my squared. And on days when his heart ached, my hurt together. Ah, and how it hurt. Wildly, as he took to understand the feelings of another person could leave you confused as well. And then I started to want to help you have more happy days, much less sad days.
The trips we always dreamed of doing now seemed urgent, because the best company I have ever had. I wanted to explore every corner of the world with you as a witness. I wanted you with me in the photo at the Eiffel Tower, the Taj Mahal, the Walls of China, the Pyramids of Egypt. You made the landscape more beautiful than it already was.
My concept of caring has also changed so enormous – suddenly, everything that came before seem unimportant, given the comfort that their hands were causing me. As I lay on your chest and you ran a hand through my hair, I always tried to understand how his hands could bring itself all the tenderness of the world.
Dreaming added a new dimension. It was not just us who joined – my dreams dated her and had children, who never stopped coming. Dreams sprouted from within us
And many things that I heard throughout life proved unrealistic after you arrived. They tried to convince me to work with someone you love is pro recipe failure. We turned it into the recipe for success. They tried to convince me that jealousy was the scent of love. We learned that the scent of love is love itself and nothing else. They tried to convince me that I could not trust people. With you, I close my eyes and leap. They tried to convince me that beautiful people can not be smart. And then you come along and prove me otherwise.
If life was already too good, then you’ve arrived, she won a new flavor. Won like jujube. From pastel to Sunday. Pudding mother. The warm fireplace in winter evening. The surprise birthday party. Of sweet pumpkin with coconut. Fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Holiday midweek. Lick the dog’s wishing you welcomed. Noise of rain falling../
But where are you now, my love (…)?