I kept silent about our love because great love is rarely spoken about. For practical reasons. There are not enough powerful words that would help a little man to clearly express a grandiose feeling like sincere love. These noisy feelings are felt in silence. They feel every mitochondrion, every ribosome and every cell. You can see them best when you close your eyes. You best touch them when you give your beloved hands to support him and not keep him.
Great loves are not spoken about. I do not consciously tell anyone about you, because today the stories about the returning love brush the brine to open wounds. Because love is reminiscent of today's rare, exotic animals that underlined the rhythm of modern life in the instruction manual for the use of emotions under the same category where there are unicorns, good villas and sirens. Rarely who saw them, little is known to them, and those who would say and do anything about them are watched as if they were crazy.