🌹🧡I have lost count of the days +01

🌹🧡I have lost count of the days that have passed since the last time we spoke. 

They are not that many, 

but enough to be too many. 

This silence full of unspoken things weighs on me. 

The mutual awareness of a latent tension that awaits only the courage of those who will take the first step weighs me down. 

I, by nature, 

would have already given in. 

But I hold on out of fear. 

Fear of being inopportune, 

but above all fear of being hurt again. 

No pride, 

because the profound good does not provide for it: 

the stuff of amateurs of love. 

The days are full of thoughts of You, 

which pass from lack, 

to a few dashes of anger and pain: 

the fever of the heart. 

It's just a postponement… 

I know. 

The good that binds us foresees a comparison. 

For now, 

however, 

all is silent. 

The phone seems to have forgotten your name. 

I repeat it in silence, 

hoping to emanate magical vibrations capable of bringing you to me, 

of realizing the spell of an incoming message that would allow the world to turn again.

Today I was going to write "I think of you", 

then I deluded myself if it was enough to think about it. 

I press enter on the heart. 

Meanwhile, 

evening falls.

I have lost count of the days that have passed since the last time we spoke ... 

Yet I have never stopped and I always "hear" you.🧡💖💗💕💓💘💞💝