🌹🤎I am not afraid of what the world calls "beautiful women".
I am afraid of the others.
I'm afraid of those who leave the house with a bit of makeup.
Of those that you understand immediately if they have spent a sleepless night from the dark circles that they carry around.
One of those who tie their hair with a pencil.
One of those who look in the mirror and smile because they don't even have a hair in the right place.
I am afraid of them.
Of those that stop on the details,
about your details that not even you yourself thought you had.
Of those who know how to stand next to others,
but they don't know how to be next to themselves.
Of those who are always in a hurry,
but they stop to listen. A stranger,
a friend,
a child.
I am afraid of them.
Of those that to a
"You are beautiful",
they blush,
they get embarrassed.
Of those who will jealously guard the Sunflower you gave her until the last petal has dried up and, breaking, will fall to the floor,
getting lost in the dust,
under the wardrobe.
Of those that do not appear,
are not seen,
not noticeable.
The world always in the foreground.
And behind them.
On background.
I am afraid of them.
Of those who smile at life,
everyday,
although we have thousands of reasons not to.
Of those who really listen to you.
Of those who love to be beautiful,
only occasionally.
Just for someone.
Of those who know how to cry.
I am afraid of them.
Of those who,
to spend an hour with you,
it would also take eight hours on the train.
I am afraid of them.
Of those for which it is worth staying.
Once.
To remain.
And I'm afraid of them,
above all,
when,
without saying a word they choose you,
they stay and you're too distracted to notice,
too focused on escaping you don't know what.
I'm afraid of them because the world is full of beautiful women.
A woman like that,
on the other hand,
if you let it escape you will never know in which part of the world you will find it.
If you ever find it again...
🤎💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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