my love

ph: cristina altieri

To my soul mate.

You once asked me why do I love you. More precisely, you put it: why do I think I love you and how did I get this idea in my head, it can�t possibly be! Well, I�ve never put this idea in my head; believe me. My heart was the one to stop beating since the first time I�ve ever met you - a long time ago, taking my breath away, leaving me completely dizzy and amazed near you. And it still does every time we meet. I become vulnerably strong by your side, afraid and courageous, uneasily peaceful, with my heart speed racing to the point that it stops beating, and it only recover its rhythm when you touch me. And that�s how I know I love you. When you breathe near me, when you speak to me, when you look at me, when you touch me I�m certain that these are the sigh and the voice I want to hear, the eyes I want to see and the hand I want to touch for the rest of my life. I love you.

But maybe my love is not enough for you. Maybe that�s why you doubt it. Maybe you need and want other things, other securities that can go smoothly according to your plans, that won�t take you out of your comfort zone. I respect that. I love you. I will always respect any decision that you make. You are beautiful to me. I wish only that you could feel my highest offer to you. It�s our natural course: I offer you my life, my love, everything ahead of me because we belong together. How can I be so sure and you aren�t? What are you so afraid of? When have you become so skeptical? My beloved please let your heart speak, not your rational mind. Feel us once and for all, without restrictions, for the sake of our love. Let it live. I�m all yours. Take good care of my love. Let your heart do the talking and not your mouth.

Yours forever.