Dalia, Darling

Dalia, Darling

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"'It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already run it's ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins. It feels perilous to love you, like a dust storm swallowing up the sky or a comet skimming the stratosphere. But it is an honor to love you. Like the snow drifts giving way to spring, I will hold you for as long as I can.'" She read from the poetry book. "Isn't that lovely?" I answered her with a poem of my own, "'If our love be measured in words, there'd be no word in the dictionary left unsaid. If our love be measured in time, it would be just you and me, for an eternity. And if it be measured in distance, there'd be no inch between us and no galaxy we can't reach. But Darling, our love is measured in us, and if it means spending every day for the rest of my life with you, than let no second come between us any longer, and let me be your protector.'" "Oh Henry, that's beautiful. Where did you hear it?" Dalia asked. I have no other answer than the loving gaze within my eyes. Because how was I supposed to tell her that those words are for her, from the deepest depths of my heart, and meant more to me than any other sentence or paragraph uttered by anyone but her.
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In one swift movement of my hand I reached behind Sapphire's neck and released her hair from the low ponytail it was in. She gasped at my action and looked at me with feverish eyes. I thought I saw the colour gold flicker in her eyes, for a few seconds before I lifted my hand near her face and tucked a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear, before I said: "I fell in love with you, the first second I saw you reading that Tolstoy book in the library." She looked up at me, her warm beige skin looked like it was glowing now and she said with pure sincerity in her eyes "per sempre, in ogni dimensione, per sempre in ogni vita, solo tu fino al mio ultimo respiro amore mio" It meant (Forever, in every dimension, forever in every life, only you until my last breath, my love) I snaked my hands around her waist and pulled her close to me. Before kissing her the way I wanted to all this time, i looked into her eyes and said "Me too my love, me too." My first novel is about soulmates. And reincarnation. About, how many bodies a soul has to live in before they finally become their true selves. And before they finally get to be with their soulmate. It's about how love has so many faces. It's about how we never know what roads life will force us to cross. And what emotions we will be gifted to feel. And the things we're blessed with that sometimes we neglect. It's about giving yourself the time to grow and evolve before you give yourself to someone completely. And it's about not to take the love you have in your life for granted.

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