We all looking for something special .To feel that something. Those butterflies in the stomach That happiness that cames for nowhere. Those moments when we can't say anything at all. Just smile, and talk about nothing. Or talk no at all.
I can't help but wonder. Are we supposed to feel those prickles, or we should just give up on waiting for the big great love, and be okay with the "fine" or in worse case the "good enough" love.
I am asking myself "was I drunk for a year?". Or was I that desparately looking for love so I could not get the right track? Maybe it didn't work for reasons. Maybe it was not meant to be. Or maybe it's just not the right timing.
We offer each other friendship without knowing what happens in the other. And we accept it, without knowing the reasons.
We offer sex without knowing what it means to the other. And we accept it secretly hoping for more.
I cant help wondering what destroys the love before it could have born. Would be the sex the barrier. Or the time that we fail to give?
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