Maybe later

I'm too rational, too logical and too book-like. I'm analyzing so much that I often forget to do it. We've lost so much in life because of this, and then I regret it.

Recently, on the bus, I saw a lady who was with her daughter. They were both hugged in the chair. I think the daughter had Down syndrome, but my mother told her that she loved her and then explained that on the right is Iulius Mall, the place where the day before they were and they gave people free hugs. The girl said she did not remember, but she continued to comfort the mother's hand and stick her head to her chest. Two tears appeared in the corner of my eyes and I wanted to tell them that they were an inspiration to me and proof that true love is still alive. I did not say anything, but I just got off the bus with a regret. I'm sorry to hear, and now with me, after almost a week.

Every time I break up with someone after a date, I refuse to turn my head. I would not look back for anything in the world, because it is as if I extend the suffering of separation, be it for a few hours. I often thought to come back, especially when the man has an important place in my heart, but something kept me and I could not do it. I'm still sorry I did not come back tonight. Why? Because I lost the moment when she was wiping her tears she hid as long as I stood before her. Because I missed her jumping on a leg of joy that we managed to see, even if I told her that this time I can not. Because I gave a moment to a moment where I could strengthen my love without saying a word. Because that head turned around showed him I care, even if I did not know how to prove it.

I often abstain from compliments, words of appreciation, hugs and proof of affection. I forbid, in my own way, to show that I love and maybe that is why my eyes seem so hungry to give and receive love. I'm doing it to protect myself, because from how many wounds I let others do to me, now I've got to look for the ice with my finger. I'm afraid I will suffer again, and then I will not give anybody if I know I'm not ready to give everything. And so, in my fear, I came to lose the people I thought I could hold them with a handful of sugar, while my closet was full of chocolate. They are gone ... and now I regret, because I know I had the chance to do things differently, but I let it pass by me.

Almost every day I met a "maybe later," but today I was invited to the "too late." My heart stayed in place, because I know how categorically it may be too late. I know there's no way back, and when he's on the threshold, I can not change anything. Death makes us sick, the distance separates us, and the wrong choices take away our hearts, as if it were a gap between us. I have mistaken too many times, I have been silent so much, and I regret the regret of both of them in one place.

I do not think I'm going to be too late yet, so today I have to let my heart feel, my head back, my mouth talking and my arms open. I am extremely longing and loving; A little courage and I never meet with too late ...