There are loves that time does not take

There are loves that time does not take. That no one can replace…

I’m walking down the street from your house and I don’t know which runs faster, my feet or my tears.

A huge desire to ring the doorbell, and for you to come to greet me running, as you used to, with that unique way of yours of saying to me “I adore you!” without saying anything. I can still smell you. And the lavender scent of our bedding. I just don’t feel that sense of peace that such a smell gave me… The intoxicating smell of our mornings, when you opened the windows and how your hair looked beautiful under the sun.

Does it sound poetic to you? To me, it’s like a horror tale. More of a fantasy chronicle… It’s been so long, it seems that we live our romance in another life far away.

It’s spring again, the flowers in your garden are blooming, I could see through the gate railing that it’s still the same as when we first met.

We went through another summer, an autumn and a winter. But my soul seems to have not followed this evolution. And it’s been in a freezing autumn for a long time. How long?

I don’t even remember anymore, I’ve stopped counting how many springs it’s been, that not much blooms inside here. My heart, suddenly, turned into a big empty plantation field: Looking from a distance is beautiful, but looking deeply we notice, that no matter how much we sow many things, the harvest never avenges.

Time is not a good farmer. It’s not his job. Time just passes. Who has to plow the soil, it’s us. It is the wind who pulls out crops; What makes it grow is the rain. Time… It just passes. And my love for you, unlike time, never passes.

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I no longer keep photos, I have already given up dates. Memory begins to fail; Traits and mannerisms are no longer so important, but in some details my heart insists on clinging. To that smile that, as much as I’ve looked, I’ve never found anything similar… And your unique way of holding my hands? I didn’t even risk trying. We have a serious problem, when the timbre of the voice still makes us shiver. When the name of the being still makes us lose our composure, when our anxious pupils can no longer disguise it.

My heart misses how I felt back then. Of the typical frivolous excitement that only a passion can offer. Of everything I planned and saw I couldn’t accomplish. Ending a love is easy. It’s hard to put an end to all the dreams that we so carefully and happily weave on our pillow, after loving each other so much.

People follow. Because you have to. But the heart does not always accompany us. Sometimes we lose him and soon after he finds us, sometimes he doesn’t even take a leap when we beg him the most, and sometimes he rarely leaves us. Leaving as an inheritance a love as inexplicable and infinite as the Universe.

Loves that have no foundation, loves that have never gone beyond brief moments.

Loves that were greater than time. Loves that opened black holes in our soul. Loves that we would love to have loved calmly…

There are loves that time does not take. That no one can replace…

That no other love comes even close. It’s no use fighting and trying to replace, we have to accept that relationships end, but that a great love can be perpetual.

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That there are people who will exist inside us forever, even if we no longer exist in them, even if they no longer exist in this world. That this love can only exist within our hearts, in our fertile imagination, and no longer in our lives.

Let’s learn to laugh with nostalgia; Crying with happiness, for everything to have existed one day. To love willingly and no longer blame fate. Let’s learn to value those who value us, the lesson hurts, but life teaches. Let’s learn that there are several ways to love in this world and that not all of them necessarily need to be visceral. Let us learn to distinguish divine loves from carnal loves. And extracting the beauty, and the laughter that only love brings us. Even if not everyone lives in us.

I? I don’t believe in eternal love. But that they exist… They exist.

Bruna Stamato

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