Love is strange.

Love is like looking for shapes in the clouds.

You’ll always find something.

Sometimes the shapes are diffuse & hard to understand.

Sometimes they are really detailed & you surprise yourself of what have you found.

Sometimes only you can see & understand them, you know you can’t share them, they won’t understand.

& sometimes you are looking distractedly to the sky and BUM!

You find the most perfect cloud shape, it’s so vivid & nitid; you want to show it to the rest of the world! You want everyone to look at your shape, because now it’s yours. You’re proud, you can’t take your eyes from it.

But you must look away from it & when you look back, it’s not the same. It’s slightly different, you can still see the original shape, still feel the pride, but you know it’s not the same…it’s fading away.

You keep staring at it while it fades away in front of your eyes & you don’t know how much it will take, maybe you’ll recognize it after the cloud has changed, maybe you’ll never ever recognize it again.

The important thing is that you know that shape gave you the best it could give you, so you must move on & try to give happiness to another ones appearing on their sky.



Embroidered Sugar Skull Key Chain by The Sock Drawer on Flickr.

-deadly:

i actually do

Demasiado grande.

morsecoding:

Te amo.
No consigo resumir lo que siento en una palabra que no sea esa, pero le queda chica. Se que le queda inmensamente chica. He llegado al punto -siendo manana el “mesario” de nuestra relacion, cumpliendo 2 meses- en que te miro y se que quiero compartir esto con vos, mi paso en el mundo. No quiero que pase un segundo sin despeinarte el bigote, sin verte cocinar con esa pasion que te caracteriza para vivir, sin que me mires y sentir que el mundo se podria caer en ese mismo instante y yo tendria mi arnes en tus ojos. No quiero nunca mas ver a nadie con el amor que te miro a vos. Parezco una madre primeriza, estoy segura. Me derrito cuando hablas y contas anecdotas que escucho por 10ma vez, cuando dejas de escuchar por solo besarme.

Sos perfecto y aunque se que tenes 1001 defectos, no puedo ni me interesa prestarles atencion. Para que? Si te quiero asi, con esa perfecta combinacion de grunidos y caricias.







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