Don’t leave me, please

but in poetry we say: “Perhaps you will always be my parallel line, forever one step and an infinity away and perhaps no one will ever know me like you.

After all we are the same, but sometimes two people can have an undeniable connection, everything in common and still our paths don’t intersect.

Sometimes you love someone with every bit of your heart, but they’re not yours to keep in the end and that is our tragedy, that we are destined to know each other deeply, to be inextricably linked, to be infinitely close and infinitely out of reach.

And now that you are not here, I feel emptiness at each step.

Our long journey was brief, though.

Mine still lasts, but I don't need any more connections, reservations, traps, humiliation of those who think reality is what we are used to see.

I went down millions of stairs, at least, arm in arm with you,

and not because with four eyes we see better that with two.

With you I went downstairs because I knew, among the two of us, the only real eyes, although very blurred, belonged to you.

People see no worth in you, oh but I do.

That’s rhetorical.

If a person that doesn’t love you gets away, what’s the loss?

People get trapped in making an unconscious mistake.

They grow fond of the imagination of the beautiful life that they could have had.

with the wind caressing our cheeks.

Lost in thought, I turned around.

You were a looking at me, better yet, you were looking up to me as someone does with uncommon things.

I started looking at your sweet smile through my glasses.

I gradually saw your soul getting closer and tightening mine.

Everything was perfect, your eyes in mine and my heart in yours.

In that exact moment I started feeling the Love flowing in my veins,