#vronksy

I love you, I do. Don't ask me why or since when, I'm not sure of the answers myself. In fact, as Tolstoi says: there is no "why" in love", and suddenly I understand what he meant. I just love you, like that. And I don't need no time measure nor a reason or an explanation.

I love you. And I feel it because I think of you whenever I listen to this old sad waltz, because I picture myself having the greatest happiness and the deepest sorrow. I can see myself giving up on everything I have just to be the cause of your smile, but I feel sad just to think you would not do the same thing for me.

I feel jelousy of the mere thinking of other hands touching your skin, I exile myself in this crazy, mad and deep love that I feel, thinking one day you might just leave, taking everything I have, even what you don't want. And I suffer in the imagination of you getting over me just as fast as we fell in love when he met for the first time.

You say you need me, every single day you do; but, why is that I can't give up on this thought of you needing also something else? I smell it in you, I can taste it in your lips and feel it in your touch. And whenever I think I'm strong enough to walk away, you come into my heart again, like a hurricane, making crazy, mad and deep love to me, making me feel like we should just get consumed in hell's burning flames because it must be a sin to feel such happiness, it can't be from heaven to get so lost in the trace of you graceful face. 

And that's how it ends, in a bursting love, consuming me from the inside,  taking all of the good and the bad in me, taking all trace of the peace there was once in my heart, taking every piece of sanity I ever had...