Things Of Bella

Eros & Psique - Antonio Canova  What is that witchcraft of yours that makes me think about you as soon as I wake up until I fall asleep? Twenty miles away is what divide us but that distance is the one thing that makes me crave being with you now; Why and how did you choose me to be the target of your arrows, these heart-shaped arms that send me attention and affection just because I am the subject of your mind?  I beg you to make me feel more of it, longer and stronger, for I want to be with you and give my heart away to such tender passion, this strange addiction of giving and receiving in a pure and worthy way; I swear I’m trying not to think this is all fun and games, a lie, because from a broken heart there is nothing else to get But sadness and disappointment  And as a queen of disappointments I wish to throw my crown away and dive into your waters, Which,  I’m sure, are a nice place to surrender [in your arms].

Forget-me-not flowers. Source: unknown, Pinterest Oh, to touch that skin of yours and feel the excitement and electricity of meeting someone new. Getting to know you bit by bit, twenty miles away from me  —  such an amazing discovery. Wondering if it's all fun and games, Reason warns me: the attitude, my dear, it never lies. There is a blur in my mind whenever I'm talking to you as if I can't do nothing else but learn more about this life of yours and share mine. Fear and discouragement, still on the way, saying: "do it not, for it'll go wrong again. Life's a box full of disappointments and we need not another for our collection." I try not to raise expectations as my heart is imprisioned, once again, for fantasizing excessively.  Protective measures, you see. But I go on, still; I crave you. To start feeling deared, and loved, and cared for by other than not your family and friends is such a miracle that it seems a lie:  A lie I want not to end, for I wan...