What is love but a word? A feeling roughly concordant to fear? A fantasy that breaks through the heartbreak and endows the defeated with bravery?
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.
Love gives value to the one who loves and not to the loved one.
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.