Some we love, But we don’t get close to them… as they are prettier from afar, as they are Higher from afar… as they are more precious from afar…
Some we love we desire being near them, share our details of life with them, we get hurt if we had to leave them
and it’s so hard for us to imagine life without them
Some we love, and we wish to live a nice story with them, and we invent causes to meet them, we fake coincidence to see them, and we live with them in imagination more than reality
Some we love, but between us and ourselves only and we keep silence inspite of the pain, And we don’t announce our loe, not even to them… because the barriers are many and the consequences are frightening and it’s better for them and us to keep the doors between us closed
Some we love, and we fill the world with their love, and we talk to the universe about them all the time we need them… like water… like air and we suffocate in there absence
Some we love, because we find no other and the need for love push us towards them because days are passing by and life is ending and time never stops and it terrifies us to be alone
Some we love, because people like them deserve to be loved, and we can’t but love them, and so we learn beautiful things from them and we rebuild many things with them and we re paint life all over again and we work so sincerely to give them some happiness…
Some we love, but we find no echo for that love in their hearts, and so we fall apart and we break down and we flop in futile stories, we never hate them nor forget them, we never love others, and we cry for them after each failing attept
Some we love, and it remains only for them to love us like we love them,
