"I love you"

"Love, what is love? I ask you, with my sincere heart, what is your definition of love, that damned word that I disgust so much...
Some say if two have the same taste and the same ambitions, they belong to each other. Lies, I say. Others say that love is when two are able to talk for hours, endlessly. Lies, I say. Then there are those who claim that love is as cheap as a quarter, saying that is when two "like, more than normal, each other". Why, I ask. Why do people try to define something so gracious and beautiful... Love is something that you can not explain...
Everytime I look at you, my heart grows. It grows in a way it hurts. I can't explain the feeling, and I don't whant to. Why complicate? There are no ways to describe how beautiful you are. The stars shine upon your eyes every time I look at you. Everytime you talk, all the birds shut to hear the sweet melody of yours. Your smile is so gracious that even the most dying flower would shine upon such love... When you hug me even the angels are jealous of myself...
If love is something to be defined, then I believe this Is love. I don't want to marry you, I don't want to date you, I just simply want to have this feeling where not even words can't describe it. If you want to call this feeling "love", then the english language orders me to say "I love you".


From yours graciously,

Antonio, your everly writer."


Quantas mais vezes terei de dizer não? Quantas mais pessoas vou magoar na esperança que encontrar quem realmente me complete?... Porque nenhum é suficiente? Porque nenhum me chega? Porque é que quero "aquele tal"...? Entre amar perdidamente sabendo que nunca vou ter a vida perfeita com essa pessoa, e entre ter tudo o que de melhor há no mundo mas não amar, porque é que eu perfiro sempre aquilo que me vai fazer perder?... Se nao me entendo a mim, quem entenderá?...

Nem sequer sei o que quero :( desculpa T.C...