Falling in Love Again or Lived happily ever after…

CSC_0792Once upon a time there was a boy or a girl who fell in love with “their other half”. Falling…falling…it literally felt like falling. It was fast and unexpected and it hurt a little bit.

There were days they spent by walking together side by side, sometimes talking, sometimes not. They looked into each other’s eyes and they touched a lot. They smiled so often that it was unbearable for the others. They would spot the differences between them but it would not bother them at all. They would enjoy the rain together and they would not mind to get wet. They would love the freezing snow and wind because that would make them to come closer and wrap themselves in the jacket of the other. They would write poems or sing songs. They would find them great even if the text was poor or if the song was out of tune. They would lend each other books and also read them because they would long to know the world of the other. 

They would eat from the same plate and drink from the same cup even when having a flu because they would be happy to share everything. They would admire each other’s beauty. The clothes they wore, the way they talked with other people. They would be proud when seeing each other dancing or playing an instrument or do someting special – like runnig a marathon or sailing a boat. They would let each other to spend money on things they like – a camera, a guitar, a motorbike, old vinyl records…They would allow the other one to do what they were passionate about and they would be happy for them. They would argue but always reconsiliate before the sun dawn. They would often take pictures of the moments they spent together. They would make just the right amount of plans and they would not worry a lot. They would believe that almost everything is possible and in reality they would succeed because of this faith. If they went through the failure they would recover quickly because they would have the loving support from the other.

And the time would pass and they would be in love. More calm and more predictable, more empowered and more sure, however not less passionate, not less caring, still looking into each other’s eyes. Talking about their lives, growing together, allowing each other the freedom, being happy for their ups and mourning together over their downs. They would have their troubles and setbacks, illnesses and losses that would bond them and not alienate them.

They would express their needs and they would listen to the needs of the other. They would do their best to make their partner happy but they would not forget about themselves. They would be genuine and honest, never forcing the other to become what he is not, nor forcing themselves to do something they do not like in order to please the other one. They would leave the ego behind and they would be compassionate and forgiving.

They would get jealous sometimes out of fear to lose the uniqueness but would be reassured by the other one because they would both know how important it was to be the only one in every aspect of life. They would not underestimate the sorrow or pain the other is experiencing because they would sense the “cry” for helping hand. They would hurt sometimes each other but would do their best not to repeat the hurting behaviour. They would not pretend they understand all the time but they would show they always care.

And that would be falling…Falling in love again and again, over and over and it would hurt a little bit but it would be also gentle, sweet and fulfilling as only the ONE and ONLY could be.



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