There's a lot of writers, texts, novels and people that say love cannot be understood, that love can only be felt, cannot be seen or smelled, just can be felt by your heart, your chest, in your skin when you have goosebumps, your whole body... And I completely agree with them, I agree with all of that even when they do not have arguments, and one must know why, just because love does not need any explanation or any arguments, love just happens; and it was not easy for me to understand that because even when I am a hopeless romantic, I like to believe in things I can understand and explain or see and things that are probable. But I already have probed love, love has happened to me.
It is like that moment when you are distracted and suddenly you see one person that take your breath away and you just keep thinking about him/her all day long; or that person which you have known since years or months ago and then suddenly you like each other or you start feeling this awesome attraction. Or maybe you like and love this person since so much time that you still think about every moment for more short or stupid it was and you keep with you this hope that sometimes you don't want to have and sometimes makes you fantasize, or just as the simple fact to be walking on the street and a breeze takes you by surprise, desorganize your hair and makes you feel alive, or a simple sunset that you weren't expecting that makes you smile.
I have never understood love, but i do know that love can be misunderstood. I do not understand what I feel, I certainly don't, but there is something that I also do know and is that I love him and I've missed him since the last time we kissed. I've been thinking about him since the day we met and see each other. Four months have already passed and I have been wanted him so badly, his jokes, how he used to made me laugh, his sweets and passioned kisses and his hugs, his kind and lovely words to me, the way he used to look at me. And yes, despite all the things he did that made be upset and made me promise one day, that I never was going to be the first one to talk, that I would never talk to him again, I can't deny that i loved and that I miss the way he confirmed every word he ever said to me with his look.
Once i promise myself i wasn't going to rush anything, i wasn't going to expect anything from anyone, I was not going to fall so hard but you can't control falling, you cannot control wanting so much from that person, you cannot control how important that person can become to you because once again, love just happens and the best part is that what it gives to you, it's really beautiful.
