🌹🖤"Why don't you fall in love?"...

🌹🖤"Why don't you fall in love?"... 

"Why don't you get engaged?"

Soon, 

perhaps, 

they will also ask me why I don't become someone's lover.

I'm so tired of such stupid and empty questions.

As if a click or a like were enough to fall in love.

When you grow up,

when you get older, 

let's say it without fear... 

when you learned to love yourself,

when you are no longer satisfied,

when you see so many people who are together for duty and who seek excitement elsewhere,

when you grew up looking at those who knew how to really love each other,

Love you don't make it happen by mistake.

The compliments thrown in the pile are not enough for you,

you don't listen to the empty words of those who want to recite pieces of poetry mixed up badly and at random.

You have a heart with many rooms, some very spacious.

Every day you look out of large windows with white curtains that smell clean: 

they are darned, 

it is true, 

but they are beautiful when they chase the wind, 

showing you the smile of the sea, 

giving you its perfume, 

so similar to that of the freedom to be, 

to to breathe, 

to laugh, 

to cry, 

to feel… 

to exist.

I don't know if I know how to love.

I don't know if, maybe, 

I know how to do it better.

I don't know if I can make myself loved.

I don't know if I can do it better.

However, 

I know that Love is like a beautiful tailor-made dress for us following the shapes of our heart and our body… 

And I know that I've learned to love myself even naked, 

in the rain or touched by the waves or with the sun running through my dreams.

I know that when I feel that I love again and that I am loved, 

I will have a new dress that will become my skin.

A hug that envelops and protects,

not a squeeze that hurts and scares... 

🖤💖💗💕💓💘💞💝