Love... What is this strong feeling that is so far to us and so hard to reach? We
live so we could be able to touch it, taste
it and... cry over it. Why is it so hard to live with
love? Friendship love is "each for his own" and passion love, on the other hand, is when we suffer, we kiss, we cry and we shout out of pleasure... I have no idea if you manage to control it, but I can''t...
After experience, I find love as a typhoon that
gets into us, chases us, destablises us... and the only urge that remains in our souls is the one that gets us to run... I really want to run as far as I can... Love makes me so fragile and life seems so unfair to me... Why???? It all seems so beautiful in movies and books, even in religions, where love is spelled with a capital L . But I am not there... I would like to tell you so many wonderful things about love, but where are they? For me,love is destructive, violent, indifferent... Tears are my sole weapon that allows me to evacuate all these suffocating feelings. Help me rediscover the word Love with all the nice accessories.. Help the world remember that word, as I am not the only one that has lost meanings.