Today I send you this letter. I feel that love is overflowing from inside me; it is so intense and so big that it hurts as I try to squeeze it into my heart.
My heart looks tiny to fit so much love. But love is uncontrollable and elusive. It fits always and everywhere and does not require a handle to open heart’s door; it opens invisibly on its own.
No, it’s not some anniversary or some holiday. I simply feel that today I can harness somewhat my emotion to put it into words.
You see, love is untamed. No borders, boundaries, or dimensions, no human or divine laws exist that will define it. It is only defined by the laws that my heart sets!
It is not true that love has no logic. Love does have a logic… Its own!
It is independent, proud, arbitrary, brave, authentic, indomitable, indestructible, sacred, higher, stubborn, authoritarian, innocent; proud, but humble at the same time. Since it can not be placed into a mold, it does not accept definitions, it cannot be pressed, but will only expand. And fly free, without caring if its wings will melt. It simply exists, creates, expresses itself effortlessly.
O love thou transcendent!
With you, everthing happens effortlessly darling. All flows, all just happens without effort when I’m near you. The power of love is what the mind refuses to grasp, but the heart embraces perfectly surrendered, diving in it unconditionally.
I’m looking forward to seeing you today! ( <3, 🙂 )
My heart aches and the pain seeks your presence for relief. Sweet is the pain of longing; familiar the knock on the door.
Love hurts because it is untamed. The wind of your thought stirs my body. My being trembles at your sound.
When love will approach and touch you, your life will never again be the same because its maelstrom will have shaken your soul and its sun will have warmed your universe. Its rain will have appeased your incessant, without reason quest.
Much as I do not understand you, my love, I want to open my inner boarders to decipher your tone, to comprehend your existence; to synchronize my pulse with yours; to inhale your moment. I love what you love.
When I’m with you all is synchronized, all is in harmony. We are two autonomous beings who come together at the same pace.
I don’t need for you to supplement me, I am complete…
I don’t expect you to make me feel whole, I am accomplished…
I don’t expect you to brighten me up, I am self luminous…
My life though is a celebration with you, because when I’m near you, I feel as if my existence extends to divine paths.
With you I feel that I discover my higher self; and this because in your eyes I see a reflection of the best version of myself. When I’m with you I feel free, because I can be myself and can offer you my true essence.
I’d like to thank you for existing. In tough times you were always there for me.
You held me, you watered me, you raised me, you empowered me, you pushed me to wake up when necessary, you healed me when I was in pain, you cooled me, you warmed me in the cold corridors of my doubt.
You believed in me when everyone, even I myself, doubted.
I smile, I am your sun. And that’s wonderful!
When I’m with you, your scent is my favorite fragrance, your voice my favorite song, your embrace the safest shelter; I savor your essence.
When my naked body is in your arms, your caress is my favorite blanket. 🙂
Our Union is the nearest experience of the divine.
I accept you, I breath you, I crave you , I open up, I outstretch to reach you, to understand you, to comprehend you, to assimilate you, to guide you to the depths of my being; and beyond…
A part of you has taken root and has grown in me.
Better an hour with your love than a life without having experienced this feeling.
I adore the way you love me. I live this moment of happiness when I love and I am loved.
And this is the only reality in this world, everything else is inadequate.
There is no true or false love; plentiful or limited love. Love is one and it is endless, it transforms itself, it is a Phoenix, it is true, it is the only answer and cure.
Everything else that was “less”, “gone”, “didn’t last”, “was fake”, or whatever, has another name; certainly, it is not called love. It profanes its name.
Love involves gratitude, compassion, forgiveness, patience, faith.
The more I associate pettiness with love and vile characterizations such as those of jealousy, possessiveness, and selfishness, the more I distance it.
Love is offended because it does not contain any of these; it is embarrassed and hides away…
When you love, you want the other to be happy.
I am grateful for what I have gone through because these challenges in my life have occurred for a reason.
Whatever I may have lost in the past, your love has replaced. Everything I need is here when I’m in your arms.
When I’m with you, everything else disappears. I feel that I can overcome the unsurmountable, the unachievable, the impossible.
Love is my guide, my path, my purpose, my destiny, my religion, my thought, my action, my food, my life.
You are my love.
With your smile, your touch, your warmth, your eyes, your existence, my love, my darling, friend, lover, companion, my family, soul.
I follow you “love.”
I feel that if I want to listen to myself at a deeper level, I need to follow my heart. And this is true knowledge.
What has flourished from the heart is sure to root.
Someday, love reaches the lives of those who know how to welcome it with an open heart. It finds the brave, because its path is never easy.
Love brings the transgression, the “breaking of the barriers;” with it, change follows hand-in-hand.
If we deny the love that is divinely given to us, if we refuse to love for fear of pain or loss, then our lives will be empty and the loss that we will suffer will be even greater.
Love owes its existence to a superior logic, to a spontaneous existence, to an immense faith. It owes its existence to the synchronization of the two; to the ability of the heart to remain fertile. It owes its existence to magic, to miracle, because it creates the miracle.
My love, this letter is for you. It is a hymn to the power of love. Love and you are one inside me. You are synonymns written in the indelible dictionary of my being.
I’ve known you forever, I may have forgotten you along the way till I found you, love.
Deep down, I can always recognize you with my sixth sense. When you arrive, you simply reaffirm all the other senses.
Everything fades; even the brightest colors fade in the sun. Youth and beauty are not indelible. Our entire existence and our being fade in the pitiless vortex of time.
Only one thing remains uneffaceable, it transforms itself and is reborn. And it not only changes colors, but it also adds new ones each time; occasionally colors unknown and mysterious, unnamed and yet primordial, though at the same time familiar; new and fresher, as time passes; brighter and more powerful, as the storms hit.
It’s called love on this planet.