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Negative vs Positive

Who are you to state that the negative today is more worthy than the positive yesterday?
Who are you to state without the shadow of a doubt that whatever is lost, just because it got lost, was not that important after all?
Who are you to decide to trust more a rotten piece of this present than a delicious piece of past?
Who are you to underestimate my past alongside your past?

It is too easy to deny those past sensations and say that you see those sensations differently now, you can value them in a different way now.
Sensations, especially good ones, are always linked to moments, precise moments. If you detach them from their original moments, it is too easy to reconfigure them and to lose their positivity or their precious shapes.

Too easy to say one year later that you were just a fool one year before. Too easy to say that what we felt, what you and I felt, was just an exaggeration, an hallucination, something less true than we thought.

Feelings and emotions and sensations are just what they are when they are.
Real as they are.

Nothing more nothing less.
All of us should learn how to deal with these complexities of changing emotions without trying to trivialize them.

HOW CAN YOU GIVE LOVE, THAT LOVE YOU SAID WAS MEANT ONLY FOR ME, TO HER NOW?
HOW CAN YOU KISS OR MAKE LOVE TO HER AND NOT SEE ME OR THINK OF THE LAST TIME YOU KISSED ME OR MADE LOVE TO ME?

How can you feel at ease making love to her?
Do you like her
and desire her more than you've ever desired me?
Is she prettier? Is she smarter?
Sure she is.
Everyone is right now.

Why can you love someone else?
Why is it so easy for you to forget me?
How was it so easy for you to get over me?
Am I really that transparent in your life?

Why can't you see that this pain, MY pain, is once again a SYMBOL of that love, that passionate, ultimate, absolute, incisive, powerful, once-in-a-lifetime LOVE that we have always looked for?

Why can't you see that powerful love doesn't always mean perfect love!?



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