There is a reminder for those who believe they are happily, perfectly made for somebody:
never put themselves in a situation where they are not sure of where they stand in a person’s life.
Because anyone is not supposed to ever demand a question about their existence, not to mention to the ones who don’t need to be asked. Being in a relationship means you belong to each other, therefore no one should be missing such trust. No one should be looking for his partner while the partner doesn’t feel like anything matters.
Therefore it can be concluded easy. The moment the dangerous thought pops up on your mind, then don’t waste time configuring your situation, analyze what could possibly be mistaken and approach your loved one to speak up how you feel. Had you hesitate, worrying about your partner’s soon-to-be reaction, then be prepared. Be very very prepared. Save your relationship if you intend to, because a healthy relationship, in my shallow opinion, should never ever present such alarming speculation (nothing is perfect, though).
Let’s write some things while listening to a very classic, magnificent piece from Chopin. A piece that reminds her of solitude and longings. The moments her heart aching for just somebody to lay her exhausted head on to, no questions, no inquiries, just a pair of open arms.
And then telling all the stories about her day, and how she says she will be memorizing some of them and stores them inside her very corner of the brain.
And also just looking straight at his eyes. Finding nothing but a shining galaxy of stars. To then sleep peacefully, feeling loved, even though love might be the weakest amount she can ever contain of him.
The town has been flooded for days thanks to the overwhelming flow of rainfalls, of which people despised, for they had to adjust the routines and everything that has been set and saved. In bitterness and crisp, frosty surroundings they tried to cope and absorb. Cursing the flood, loathing how the gloomy days changed their systems.
But he, he was something. Of anything he has been observing every day on his past thirty years he has found what love actually is. He found it when he enjoys the chill sensation when he put his wet foot inside his shoes. How amazing it was to sense each drop of the rainfall pinning his head, like a thousand needles of weed composing him ease. He walked barefoot on the flooded road by himself, when for sure nobody else had avoided to even go out of their safe doors.
All these rain drops gives somehow a favor to me, and it’s not the end of the world. I can hope for a fresh, lively land when it’s all over and start a new beginning of my days. Those might just would be like any other casual days but they are still brand new. They are promises on every hour you live in. So endure it. Live it. Every agonizing storm has to end in any days now.
Burst in contended hearts, he opens his eyes and watches a yellow sunshine shimmering over the soaked rooftops, babies’ heads and roses.