You wake up one day you realize what love is made of. You can just laugh cause how could you miss it, as intelligent as they say you are. It's not an illusion, you are not that cynical. It's not salvation you are not that hallucinated. It's not even a choice you don't own it pretty much never. It's a chance of course, everyone told you that so why would they lie. But for you you wake up one day and you realize that this all thing with love is you pushing through for curiosity and belief in something, anything anyone. It took you years to finally let it go that idea of him beside you. You let love fall from grace, eventually. You let him fall he who shouldn't have cause he was perfect for you remember? And yet, he fell he fell from that place of grace where you had placed him from the start without asking why And he never recovered from the fall he showed his face a normal, banal, sad face of a man wh...
You can be every little thing you want nobody to know. Maledizione.