Such a cold morning. So this is love. You don’t want to feel it fearing of new weaknesses. But weaknesses are not bad, they put limits between your inner strength and attitude of sharing yourself. We can’t live without weaknesses.
This road is already common to him. Wandering his gaze from the left to the right side of the ceiling and putting on sneeze for the 13rd time his mobile phone alarm. It’s 4 am in the morning.
He never thought that his naive mind would ever give up on something he really couldn’t resist.
The path is becoming shorter than usual. He can count the trees he leaves behind walking scared and hasty. And he’s there already. It’s dark. His mobile phone brightness is too dazzling. It’s still 4 am in the morning.
Now he hopes she’ll come too. How naive; how lost in love. He was lying to her and now he needs her attention. How he needs her attention… “I was lying to you baby, when I said my love is cold.” It feels like this 4 am time is draing all his vanity. He’s conscious that love is something powerful, that could change minds and control bodies. And his love is she.
The moon is trying to hide over something dark blue. Stars fading, cold wind blowing his brown hair. It’s an entire pressure. He needs her. He’s sorry, but confident in his love for not going anywhere. “I need your attention”. So strange the feeling of not using the love when you feel it. Used to deny everything because of a full pride heart. He clearly remembers that last night when he let her go away.
“How beautiful and kind, but I don’t need her perfection”. The only hard spoken regret.
The wet grass is causing him a cold feeling. Still around 4 am. Must be a craziness to call her. “She’s too wise to think of someone like me now, I didn’t pay attention to her presence”. Seems like himself is the best force that could keep him up in thinking and hoping. Such a cold morning. So this is love. You don’t want to feel it fearing of new weaknesses. But weaknesses are not bad, they put limits between your inner strength and attitude of sharing yourself. We can’t live without weaknesses.
She’s his weakness, he needs her attention. He needs her affection. She’s someone that he could hope. This nature ceiling is inspiring him, it’s giving him an unbearably condition of calmness.
“Can I say something, please? I know is too late, in time and destiny, probably, but… I need…”
“I need your attention. There’s never too late. How I need your attention…”
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