A man can love a woman I am a proof of that. There is a fairy-tale I want to tell, about this guy I knew very well. I feel in love and even wrote about it. I feel now that after all the experience I went through in this relation I qualify to tell you about the love of a man.
Whenever he was with me I felt like heaven was a habitat designed for him and me. I felt all species of emotions I never knew existed. Some of them I don’t even know what they are called. But with the love of that man they do exist, ask me.
When his voice called my name sometimes I couldn’t even know what to respond because history hasn’t premeditated a way that matched the love that was in his voice. I remember even the way he called me “baby”; I would swear he was the pioneer of this word. There was something about the words that came out of his mouth, I can’t describe it but I am going to try. Those words could heal anything in my heart that’s why our fights never lasted long coz there is something about the love of this man that even today I can’t describe.
I am talking about the kind of love that makes you blind to all his fault, when you don’t have to convince yourself of his innocence coz the love you feel for him pleads on his behalf. Cal it toxic and poisonous but it the kind of love that finding words to describe it renders my brain anorexic.
He makes you belive you’re the center of his universe, that the world does not only revolve around you but other planets as well. I am talking about the kind of love that does not only leave you weak on your knees and going crazy but the kind of love that leaves you mentally distorted that even the DSMiv cannot classify it.
Spending a day without him did not only make me diminutive but felt like a part of me has been riped off my body. murder he wrote
But when I woke up I realized this was just a dream and fantasies I gathered in my thought. This perfect world my mind conceived did not exist, it was my mind playing tricks on me again. reality and fiction
Whenever he was with me I felt like heaven was a habitat designed for him and me. I felt all species of emotions I never knew existed. Some of them I don’t even know what they are called. But with the love of that man they do exist, ask me.
When his voice called my name sometimes I couldn’t even know what to respond because history hasn’t premeditated a way that matched the love that was in his voice. I remember even the way he called me “baby”; I would swear he was the pioneer of this word. There was something about the words that came out of his mouth, I can’t describe it but I am going to try. Those words could heal anything in my heart that’s why our fights never lasted long coz there is something about the love of this man that even today I can’t describe.
I am talking about the kind of love that makes you blind to all his fault, when you don’t have to convince yourself of his innocence coz the love you feel for him pleads on his behalf. Cal it toxic and poisonous but it the kind of love that finding words to describe it renders my brain anorexic.
He makes you belive you’re the center of his universe, that the world does not only revolve around you but other planets as well. I am talking about the kind of love that does not only leave you weak on your knees and going crazy but the kind of love that leaves you mentally distorted that even the DSMiv cannot classify it.
Spending a day without him did not only make me diminutive but felt like a part of me has been riped off my body. murder he wrote
But when I woke up I realized this was just a dream and fantasies I gathered in my thought. This perfect world my mind conceived did not exist, it was my mind playing tricks on me again. reality and fiction
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