Love’s Not Times’s Fool

Un cuore che batte.

Una speranza e un sorriso.

Un raggio di sole sul comodino.

Una lacrima sul viso.

And a whole existence to forget you

After all. After everything. Even now. Even tomorrow.

I would have looked at you a bit longer.

I would have hugged you stronger.

I would have kissed you one last time.

I blurted, I whispered, I shared.

I had so many before I met you, yet this is the first.

If the rare times when I don’t feel it, it is you who borrow my sorrow.

Probably not.

There never was anything else apathy.

I miss you so much that my heart aches.

Your absence is so loud it makes my soul cry.

There is a storm of words inside my head right now and I wish I was able to express all the feelings I have.

I feel powerless in front of the distance between us and yet so hopeful we can get through it.

I feel the need of hugging you and yet even an hug couldn’t take my soul closer to yours than it is now.

I miss those fleeting glances where, in bed, our eyes crossed and I hope you felt all the love I have for you.

When I think about you, our memories fill my mind:

That day at Hyeopjae beach, the sunset, the fresh wind, the beautiful sea, how you hugged me..

That night, before my flight, at Han River first and at Cheonggyecheon then, trying to make it the longest night ever so we wouldn’t say goodbye..

That time, in Firenze, when you asked me to be your Valentine and I was too dumb to understand the actual meaning of the question.. and the plastic ring..

All our playful night fights followed by heartfelt and sincere laughter..

And thousands of other moments, actions, thoughts.. they all come in a second, leaving a bittersweet taste.

The happiness to have lived those moments, with you, and the sadness they are in the past.

How did I find you in a so big of a world?

I have no clue.

I love you tho. I love you with every part of my soul and with every part of my being.

Yours,

Please,

Don’t feel grief

Since I won’t be in pain

Non c’è un motivo in particolare.. la tristezza arriva come un’onda che mi travolge. Vado sott’acqua. Quando provo a tornare su, ne arriva un’altra e poi un’altra. E all’improvviso mi ritrovo a sprofondare. Sembra tutto così scuro e freddo. I rumori sono ovattati e assordanti. Tutto sembra così lontano e fin troppo vicino. Le onde non mi danno il tempo di tornare a galla per prendere fiato. Subito vado nel panico ma poi arriva la calma. Perché preoccuparsi? Perché lottare? Questa sensazione è diventata quasi dolce.

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