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Sight in loveOne of the most important senses for a human is sight.
We look around us, we see and we interpret.
Whatever passes in front of us is sent to our brain to collect and start the analysis of the surrounding.
That's how you know you have a wall you're about to bump into so you move aside.
That's how you know when you need to jump above an obstacle or dodge a ball.
Now, in love, things work a little bit differently.
Human hearts, when they start to see, they start collecting information concerning emotions.
Everybody can see an act of kindness; everybody can observe and tell 'oh these two care so much for each other'
The problem is with the people in love themselves.
"Love turns people blind" did not just come out of nothing.
The thing is, when people fall in love, they forget they need to look through their eyes as much as their hearts.
Hearts are weak as much as strong. They give a tremendous force into whatever the person focuses on.
If a person feels a little bit insecure
People and the HeartIn your life, you pass among a lot of people.
Crowds and crowds.
Some of them head to your heart directly. You call those friends.
Those same people who manage to go behind your ribcage and find your heart.
Another type of people, are the people who go right to your brain. You call those companions. Because they went right through your skull seeking improvement or information.
A third type, those who want to go into every part. Those who want to dig deep in your cells.
That kind of people who want to be circulating into everything with your blood stream eventually your heart.
That kind of people, the rare one, know that your heart is too sealed. That it needs a key.
But for some reason you broke the key long long time ago.
They wanted another way in.
They're smart. And they are really trying.
They go into your bones, into your nerves, into your spine.
They become your blood cells.
Even when you breathe they know it.
When you cry, they can tell.
And they go straight into your hea
Alley of loveI walked there in the alley.
I remembered it very well. I still remembered the last time I walked through this.
It was so dark and drenched from the rain of the previous night.
I heard the same voices and sounds I did before.
The cars from one side. The rats. The water dripping from the fire-escape steps above me.
Even the empty rotten beer bottle lying in the corners and beside the dirty trashcans are still there.
I heard a few giggles coming from the end of the street. There's a club there as far as I remember.
Lonely people, drunken people, and young wild teens usually go there.
The lights flickered.
Little lights from the small balconies above me.
I heard his footsteps coming close to me.
I knew it was useless to run so I stood still, let my arms surround me, closed my eyes and stayed quiet.
The air was so cold.
I even felt the vapor from my breathing brushing against my face.
Then I realized.
It wasn't my breath, it was his.
I opened my eyes to check, though I shouldn'
Oh Precious ThingsYou hold things that are precious to you close.
You hold them so well and keep looking at them, because they are precious.
You keep holding, but you don't know if you're killing it because of your affection.
You put them inside your special little box of treasures.
But you miss them.
So you take them out, back to your hands.
You try to let go.
you can't let go.
It is far too precious for it to be placed far from you.
It starts moving. It can't be kept there, tortured, alone.
you try to let go.
It clings to you.
You open your hands and let it fall.
It clings to you.
What do you want from me? - you ask yourself, screaming, moaning, crying, barely breathing.
It clings to you. Unable to speak or answer. But it clings.
We are used to push away everything that harms us. Everything that threatens us.
But when it comes to loving something, someone.
Why do we keep trying to push it away and yet hold it so tight?
Why are we this selfish?
I don't want to be a human. - you say, now madly, tryi
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointement.
I'm sorry I'm such a burden.
I'm sorry I'm tiresome.
I'm sorry I'm not smart enough.
I'm sorry I didn't fulfil your dream.
I'm sorry I'm not the son you wanted.
I'm sorry I'm not the daughter you wanted.
I'm sorry I keep needing you.
I'm sorry I'm still living with you.
I'm sorry I'm still not able to pay you back.
I'm sorry you have to pay for me.
I'm sorry you have to cook for me.
I'm sorry you have to take care of me.
I'm sorry I'm such a pain.
I'm sorry I don't like what you like.
I'm sorry I'm different.
I'm sorry I'm weird.
I'm sorry I don't mingle with people.
I'm sorry I don't have many friends.
I'm sorry I chose the friends you don't like.
I'm sorry I disgust you.
I'm sorry I'm not an A student.
I'm sorry I couldn't get a scholarship.
I'm sorry I'm a bit clumsy.
I'm sorry I keep messing things up.
I'm sorry I'm pale and the sun burns me fast.
I'm sorry I cry when I'm hurt.
I'm sorry sometimes I need medicine.
I'm sorry I'm fat.
I'm sorry I
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