Like light, I believe you are always there. Knowing that you take care of me from afar, is more than enough to make me happy. But, I'm still the most jealous woman in the world. Look at the hat you wear on the head. I'm jealous that the hat you wear out of the house is able to kiss your forehead intently, while I can't do anything here.
The extent of love that we have, the fact is that it is always approaching the chest. Maybe we are birds who want to fly home, but are blocked. It's not that we are not strong enough to cross all lines, we just wait for the right time to go home.
We can never force what we want, but miss where ever we want to know that. He kept asking when he would be paid in full, so that confinement longs to be able to be released. Maybe in the eyes of other people, we are only lovers who are busy assembling words, but never realize they want to be real. In fact, they just do not know how it feels to be a lover who is hard to find reality, and can only be happy with words.
Only words that can be calming, at least for the most frightening moments, about the reality that can even be more cruel than the enemy in the dark. But, whatever the conditions, the words are the light of hope. It can save us from dark obstacles, provided we always love each other in trust.
