Plasma the portal to your soul; his eyes
You know that person is important to you because you are absolutely interested in everything he does, says and expresses, and you fall in love. Of his words, his silence, his way of perceiving the world that surrounds him, you fall in love with a part of him, with his mystery that leads you to intrigue and that is why you throw yourself to explore his soul, his eyes, his hands, his photographs, you want to be the one to find his flaws, his virtues, his discomforts, his joys, because he has something so strong and true that he attracts something similar to a light that is exalted every time he learns and expresses something, every time He meets God, who connects with him.
And then you want to be the one to help him, embrace him, mimes him, give him all the love he needs, you want to be the one who helps him and pushes him to improve, you are in love and want to be part of his life, you want to know his family, his friends, all for whom he is influenced.
You want to know your past and heal wounds of the past with him, you want to see him grow spiritually and evolve with him by your side, you want to feel his presence every morning and every day, to accompany you when you read, when you drink coffee, when you run, you want it to be there to support you in the bad moments, to be there always giving you good advice, talking about science, the universe, astrophysics, medicine, the human body, the spirit, God, Love, Light and all the things that make us who we are; Human light, Love.
But all that is a dream, an illusion, a fantastic lie, they are words to cling to, and you realize that it is so, and you give yourself a hard blow of reality. But nothing so strong if one lived in that constant lie. Well that you want all that with a person, does not mean that the person feels the same, and it is not wrong if you create that illusion yourself and to get attached more and more to that you will achieve it, it eats away at you, destroys you as bacteria can eat cells in moments, atrophies your personal legend. Well, it is not the person destined to travel the path of life with you.
And that was my story; I cling to a person. Because he was intelligent, clever, wise, talented, pleasant, good counselor and above all interesting. But it was not a person who loved me, who deserved me, who would know me and love me as I was, and it's not wrong, it's not his fault, it's mine because I believe I could manage to discover love in a person His will told me No and it was a constant barrier. Although I appreciate all those times that we discussed everything, it was quite fun and interesting.
