Show me, don’t tell me (that you love me). For words are finite, their presence temporary, yet the feeling is eternal. Words don’t convey enough. Words are unreliable, vague and treacherous. Do you believe them? Do you feel them? Do you only say ‘I love you’ when expecting the ‘I love you too’?
I am not afraid anymore to say I love you for now is everything we are, every single day, for the rest of our lives.
Does love survive without ever getting hold of the beloved’s soul? Can love still exist without ever seizing possession of the most intimate dreams of the other? How can I survive this love when you are so far away from me?
I doubt having ever written these words for they remind me of you and I have forgotten you long ago.