i believe we all have in our lives a crazy love consumed too late or too early too fast or too slow. we all have that love that will always stay there no matter what whose remnants won't be able to be erased no matter what.
it is like a scar from childhood which will remind you of that fall...
there will be other men each of them will hold my hand they will muss my hair each in their own way and they will all laugh at they way i sleep. each in a different way. i will probably live with each of them a late 20 of July or i will maybe meet them every time in an empty intersection at midnight. and will possibly wear the same clothes the same flowery top the same shoes or we will run foolishly under the same umbrella.
i will have a particular ritual with each of them
we might drink tea instead of coffee, or we won't drink anything, or on the contrary, we might drink too much. or we will smoke like Turks. maybe we will quit smoking. we might ride our bikes every day or go out rollerskating or maybe i will get my driver's licence i will drive one of those old Beetles. we will listen to the same riotous band we will sway on the same songs and maybe then he will hold me in his arms the same way.
and so what?
everything will be the same but in a totally different way. with someone else. always someone else and not him.
it is that love that made you fly and then slammed you to the ground for a few times without thinking about anything and then it repeated the process for a few times and then it left you like this hovering between sky and earth. adrift. it is that love which is agony and ****** in the same time
it is that love that has left a scar in your soul and whatever you would do you can't forget it. and you hope that this time, maybe. but it's not working.