A Love Story That Changes Your Soul

This is a story of the little girl
that even though she knew not her place,
she created one without asking for permission.

She was good at playing the guitar,
drawing the smallest details of nature,
and even writing like poets from two hundred years ago.

This was an enigmatic woman and so men never knew how she felt when she was with them. Men could never get it right on how to treat her. With short hair, bird’s voice, and a pair of eyes designed to attract glances.

When I think of her, I think of my first friend at distance.

It was the two of us and technology in our favor. I had moved to another city and she stayed forever in my hometown. And between us, two phones.

I wonder if you would like sing me a song someday.
It was a beautiful mantra
listening your video in replay.

Every time I started writing to her,
I stopped to see how were my feelings behind it.

It’s fact that I can no longer express in the same way as I did when I was in love with her. Few months ago I was posting a new article every day.

She was my inspiration.

As much as I strive to keep the fire of creativity on, it is only when I decide to slow down the pace of life that things start to make sense in the in the world;

Not only in the world, there’s the head and also the heart.
Rushing the writing process prevents the digestion of what’s being created.
The fact is, I’m going to throw away 90% of what I’ve been trying to say.

And since writing is for me one of the best activities to think, it keeps me as a human being in a world where humanity has reinvented its meanings,

the simple act of capturing thoughts,
turning them into words,
is an orchestration of ideas
which requires rhythm and cadence.

When I was away from my beloved friend, I needed something to ideas into communication. So I found myself being drawn to creativity.

It just happened. Naturally.
Stop aiming to translate emotions
in what we are trying to speak this very moment.

Why?
You see,
telling a story usually starts with a choice
of what is the end you want to tell …

This brings us to the second part, the beginning
the development.

With the introduction, we write a set of goals
that make us grow
beyond the limits imposed by speech
with the dynamism of time.

The second part is used to express the outcome.
The solution of the problem or the climax.
Then we can tell a story.

Everything moved on, of course.

It’s always moving.

For our lives have a brisk touch and when we think something is going to stay forever, it goes away. Like everything in nature that is born, grows, develops and dies. Living is dying. Embrace it and you’ll be free of fear forever.

Despite of this, I have not forgotten her, for I keep within my memories a kindness that comforts and warms my heart.

This may be a text written because I cannot talk to her anymore,
and in fact, I would love to do so.
But it’s while hearing her singing,
the solar winds, stars in the sky
that I think of her thunderous voice
singing in a duo
with the humidifier and the ceiling fan

Then I leave it to just be.
Let her wander as far as she can get.

How crazy all this is in the end,
a childhood romance alive to this day inside my heart.
It must have a meaning. I crave meanings.

Maybe it’s just a desire to go back to when we were both 12 and discovering love. Or maybe it shows that love is after all infinite and never ends.

Anyways. I write this story to entertain the thought that there is someone out there who reminds me of where everything started. Proving that I am wrong once again to affirm that things are ephemeral

and change is the only universal constant.

Right at the end there’s some options. To finish without giving a small nugget of wisdom is cruel. we told a bunch of facts without a conclusion.

The moral of this story is that the people that come and go in our lives sometimes leave a mark so deep that even decades after, we still hold thoughts of them.

And since thoughts are energy in motion, it’s possible that by coming at peace with the very fact that life is ephemeral gives a sense of cause and effect. Looking from a higher perspective, what is meant to be will never miss us.

I was considering the idea of sending this small text to her in an attempt to communicate that I still think about our romance. But at what benefit?

Is it because I’m feeling a wave of hope
or just because I want to share the light which is inside?
Or because I’m alone and should try to sleep?

These questions make me feel uncomfortable
because of their very nature.
They have no answer and this text has no conclusion.

Drawing an analogy with life itself,
which has no meaning other than
the ones we choose to give it.

I wonder if every pan has indeed it’s very own lid.

As always,
Thanks For Reading ❤
Much Love.