love

In such times when there are no moments idle enough to rest, due to the hectic rhythem of life, it is not a bad idea to take a second to value the very few, possibly only, real things we have in life...

So I dedicate this post to someone who probably won't even access it because she can't get through her workplace firewall... to my love.

She's my friend, and she's got my back. She casts light over my shady places and I just hope I can shed as much light back... When I get nervous (stupid as only I can be) she disarms me with her giggle, and sometimes we fight... but we make up.

When I first saw her, I wasn't impressed nor in awe or dazzled, no, those wouldn't be the words to describe it... I was happy. Yes I was happy because I recognized her, like if she has always been my companion, my friend, my love.

She is smart, not only in the traditional sense, but wise-smart. She doesn't fear thinking, and her mind is no prisoner of culture. I deeply respect her. She is free like few people I know, yet does not belong in this crude petty world, as a friend of ours says: “she's a wise old soul...”

She is the most beautiful creature I know, though I fear physical beauty is overrated in our shallow lives on this planet, whereas the real beauty, the whole beauty, body-mind-and soul beauty passes often unnoticed... That's the one I cherish, that's the one she possesses in abundance.

Sometimes I don't know why she chose me... I grew weary asking her to marry me over and over all these years, to which she replies: "don't be silly, we're already married, don't you know?"

I just know this: I'm a lucky bastard.