Te amo

I like to see us reunited, I like to see us  run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone called 'him'

Why was this making me fall head over heels? Probably its the most sensitive period, the most excruciatingly painful period, fearful and my rattled soul is bearing it all alone. Why is it that my love was fake and i was the least deserving person to it and why was it that he deserved it and ran ran away from it. Why is it that when I've demanded nothing but presence, he thinks its gambling. 

WHY CAN'T ONE PERSON TRY NOT TO LOVE ME, BUT LOVE ME ?

 why , just why !!???

“Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.

He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.

“Let go of me!” I yelled back.

But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again. 

“When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever and I still wonder why can't we? When you've got everything your way, when I've walked this far and I'm ready for further exiles....just why ?

In this life in the fast lane, nobody waits for anybody,and we all deserve to be happy . So what was wrong with you 'him' >>>nobody is going to wait for you, nobody is going to love you once again and nobody will ever pour it that way. And I asked for?

I asked for your presence, your tiny bit of love, your tiny bit...just your tiny bit. I take responsibility,problems and come what may but not without you. 

“Normally death came at night, taking a person in their sleep, stopping their heart or tickling them awake, leading them to the bathroom with a splitting headache before pouncing and flooding their brain with blood. It waits in alleys and metro stops. After the sun goes down plugs are pulled by white-clad guardians and death is invited into an antiseptic room.

But in the country death comes, uninvited, during the day. It takes fishermen in their longboats. It grabs children by the ankles as they swim. In winter it calls them down a slope too steep for their budding skills, and crosses their skies at the tips. It waits along the shore where snow met ice not long ago but now, unseen by sparkling eyes, a little water touches the shore, and the skater makes a circle slightly larger than intended. Death stands in the woods with a bow and arrow at dawn and dusk. And it tugs cars off the road in broad daylight, the tires spinning furiously on ice or snow, or bright autumn leaves. ”
― Louise Penny, Still Life 

and now, must you not live in your present, and accept its beauty ?