« Does he always look at you with those eyes? » She asks. And I nodded, not knowing what she meant by that. As she smiled at my ignorance, her face suddenly softened, and she finally said those unforgettable words to me: « Oh honey, he looks at you as if he'd lost you in hundreds lives, but that no matter what, he loved you in each one because even losing you again and again couldn't be worse than not being with you again and again.
Those eyes are saying I love you in so many languages because one will never be enough. And I bet that if he could he would invent new languages just to say those 3 words only to you. »
Sincerely, I may have cried at this very moment, because why would someone tell me the very words I desperately needed to hear. Why would someone tell me that this time it was for real and not just a delusion that I made for myself.
Why would he love me if I couldn't even love myself.
Why would he love me the same way I loved him. Desperately. Unconditionally. For eternity.
She continued to speak, noticing my thoughts as words on paper, while wiping tears falling from my eyes: « I know my child that it's tough to understand. But love has no logic, it just happen. You see, even the most beautiful things don't know their own value, but does it ever prevent people from being able to discern it? No, never. So think about it that way. » and for once I believed without doubting what someone had told me.
For once I choose to believe that it was true.
That happiness was ahead of me. And that maybe, for now, there could be a little light. And Someday a fire will burn this forest of darkness that resides in my heart and in my mind.
I believe it today. For sure I did not yesterday. But I certainly will tomorrow.
Oh so many tomorrow's we have.
I saw him at this instant, as our eyes met, he smiled at me. And for once and all our tomorrows, I smiled back. Because I loved him. Because I love him. Because I will always love him.
And I know he knew. He smiled even more and left. 'Cause we had so many times.
I now know the very importance of the eyes because sometimes they say all the words we cannot express, hear or even understand.
But don't feel sorry if you don't see it for yourself, there will always be somebody in this world who would see things better than you do and will light up your lantern.
So be grateful and patiently wait, your time will come. Soon enough, someone is going to ask you this simple question: « Does he always look at you with those eyes? » .
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Beloved sincerity
PoesíaThose poems are wrote in English, but I must tell you that it isn't my first language. So grammatical or syntactical errors might occur. Still, enjoy your reading!
