You have never been a light yet,
you have never took the breath away to a lover,
you have never felt his lips and fingertips tremble while touching your skin
or seen his skin blushing under your inconscious touch.
You have only been a pleasant presence for people around you,
None of them ever felt a crippling cold when you were leaving or an overwhelming heat when you were coming.
They just like your personality.
But you know this is not what you’re asking from life.
You are not asking to be looked at without interest, to be touched without exploration, to be kissed and kept between a vain lover’s lips like a cigarette that will soon be consumed,
But you also know you haven’t exploded yet,
like a magnificent supernova,
and you even know you haven’t blossomed yet,
like lilies do in spring.
You haven’t felt your strong legs surrender under the weight of a tender and loved voice.
You have never really showed your delicious kindness, your burning desire, your tenacious mind.
Not even your intimate weakness, your adorable flaws and your most scaring fears.
You haven’t been a light yet,
but I know you’re going to be a fire soon.
My dear, let your youth scratch you, press you and hurt you.
It will give you huge happiness and take it a minute later.
It will make you feel inadequate and incomplete, wrong and lonely, left behind.
It will kick you in your stomach and spit in you eye.
And you will feel surprinsingly alive.
Because you will be discovering the spectacular treasure you’ve got inside.
