Undefinable Love

Things are undefinable. Especially in this case. There isn't a definition of love. But I will be interested in finding an expression in some other language that truly means that. We don't know a word to express real love. How.





It is like poetry ...
Dreaming about the perfect world and live in the real one in the same moment. It is like reading poetry aloud, you will be inside the world of the words full of different intensity and colors and in the end, you are in the real world, there, just with the present memory, that maybe is the most beautiful one. Real.


… or reality.

We cannot oblige people to do things that make us happy or just convince them that we are special or write and share their life with us. It is amazing to know that somebody wants to do that. They do not feel tight around that, they just do it because they want to, and make them feel good. I am always surprised when people show caring for someone, is unexpected. Like you feel unworthy of them like you are nobody like you can give them anything. But it is so. When you are really yourself you ask nothing in return, you just take what comes as it is. You are waiting for nothing. But the best gift for that is when the other person is really self with you.