Love gives value to the one who loves and not to the loved one.
His eyes mimic mine. Sublime beauty marks of a man’s face. Staring and penetrating. Gentle and loving. Salacious. Immaculate. Feeding my hope and starving my anguish.
Behind every 'I love you', there is an invisible 'until'.
Love is a longing for becoming one with another human being that nobody of us can avoid.
Hug me, though I know it is fake. In cold winter nights even a snake feels warm, even lies sound as dreams fulfilled and love reciprocated.
Old wounds frighten me more than those that are ahead of me. I am afraid that the stitches might bleed again.