dear s,
my little firefly, i know that sometimes i can hurt; i can sting, making you cry.
i am sorry that i'm not always up to the task. you deserve the best version of myself, and not the old broken machine i am.
i promise you that from now on, i'll do everything i can to give you the relationship you deserve. i understand that acts speaks more than words,
so i'll prove it to you.
thank you for being honest and allowing me to change.
i love you since the first day. i didn't choose to love a 'sick' girl, but i chose to love you, an amazing, soft, understanding and unique woman.
you make me see the bad parts but also the good parts of myself, allowing me to be finally happy.
i love you lola, and as naive it may sound, i'm sure i'll do for the rest of my life.
your prickly cacti that loves you
The clocks were rattling. She watched the time furtively almost every minute, but she seemed to take it upon herself to contain her excitement. Soon. Soon, it would be time. Her fingers roamed her dresser as she stared at her possibilities. Her eyes rose, and she contemplated her face flushed by her short breath, the one that stopped as soon as she thought of what was about to happen. She tried on one outfit, then another, her mood tiring at the same rate. She sighed as she watched her red hair fall back onto her face limply. And her eyes, so tired... She squeezed her lips, heart pounding, and turned around for the umpteenth time; Soon, it would be time. She smiled.
She walked with a delicate but hurried step. The wind was cold, and she had taken care to put on her long red velvet coat and her black mittens. With her head down, she tried not to meet the eyes of the strangers who paraded around her..
With an awkward but determined step, he walked, barely containing his excitement. He saw again the image in his head of the beautiful redhead he had met some time earlier, but whom he had never been able to see or hear in front of him. He blushed foolishly. What if she didn't like this type of jacket? And those pants? He ran a nervous hand over the back of his neck and felt the unpleasant sweat sticking to his skin. He felt his heart struggling. Too late. It's time. The door opened and the flow of passengers poured in all directions.
Waiting on a bench, she wondered if he would like her when he saw her for the first time. Her heart sank slightly, and she tried to think of something else. Noticing that her glasses kept slipping over her terrified skin, she gently removed them, trying to hold back the tremor.
He was lost here. He didn't even know if it was a good idea, if he had made the right choice. He looked around, looking for a familiar little red flame. His heart began to beat at a hundred per hour. There she was, sitting right in front of him, visibly disturbed by her failing eyesight. She finally released her silver eyes on him.
A more than perfect contact, in a moment that nearly stopped.
His heart blazed with such force that he was almost thrown onto the tiled floor of the station. He felt all the strength of his body commanding him to kiss her on the spot. His legs seemed to fail under the weight of the revelation that he had just found the one he should have met long ago.
Seeing him look away and blushing, she couldn't help but smile as she stood up gently. She approached and took between her fingers the plastic rectangle he was handing her, visibly upset. They took a few steps and he began to descend the stone steps, when he heard her apologize in a honeyed, sweet voice. She couldn't see much without her glasses, and with the cold, it was impossible for her to put them back on at the moment. Embarrassed, he offered his arm to help her down.
A broad smile lit up her face as she took his offer with a determined grip, pressing her swollen heart on the shell of this man who had never known the true feeling of loving before. An electric shock ran through him and he swore he saw her gloating with pleasure. While everything around was loud and impressive, she couldn't help but plunge her big eyes back into his. She explored every emotions, every thoughts he harbored in his tumultuous mind. She then shot a devastating ray, which immediately blasted his heart. This miserable space, previously dark and closed, was now bathing in light and warmth. She saw the little boy terrified of not being able to find his place in this big scary world. She saw the teenager frustrated with sacrificing himself for the well-being of others, at the expense of his own life. She felt her gaze soften. She saw the young father terrified of making the same mistakes he suffered from. She saw the husband exhausted from never being able to satisfy the one he had considered his half. She felt her body slowly move so she could deliver her budding lips with words of love.
He couldn't stand not being able to touch or hear her in the hurricane. His eyes locked on the redhead's fruity lips and he felt a new electric wave squeeze his heart. He was going to do it. He was going to kiss her.
The door suddenly opened loudly near them, causing another deluge of strangers. She smiled and took his hand tenderly before dragging him into the crowd. As they walked through the tunnels, he couldn't help but think that it was definitely her, his other half.