Description
Loving her is like a good refuge, the only way out of pain. She is the one who made me hit the ground again and again, fall in love with her every time, as if she were the only love on this earth, as if there was someone around me other than her. With every farewell, I embrace her for a long time so that her aroma remains with me.
Every time I seek the most trivial excuses to see her face. The beautiful one I loved, as if love was created just for her, I loved her as if I was created to put a smile on her warm face. She is the one to whom the letters of love were written to describe her.
She is the one whom my pen is ashamed to describe, and my letters are difficult to narrate. She is the reason for my crying now. The tears in my eyes have dried. She is the love that took away my mind from me.
She is the love that I need to heal from and be sincere with. At the same time, she is the love that my heart has desired for a long time; she is the cause of contradictory feelings. It is as if love has decided that she would be all that he ever wants.
