He and she ...

People are not forever. Likewise, no love. But their stories ... yes. For eternity!
An eternity of a quarter of a second ... Because at times, it could only last until we fall in love.
There are over seven billion people in the world. But you, in the eyes of one man, are hiding you. You lose, you find yourself, you stop. Stay.
A quarter of a second. It lasts until the surrounding noise is silent until the rest of the world disappears with all its billions. People, stars, for a moment. Only you two remain. Plus many promises, a few compromises, and of course, the inevitable "forever". Or if not, "to the end of the world" ... Or both.
The beginnings have a special charm. They're magical. Because they live with the heart. If he did not hurry ... If it were all a start ...
Unfortunately, some beginnings end too quickly. And the first "forever" does not have the same weight as "forever" at the end ... When suddenly you do not represent the universe of the other ... when the promises get the wings, not the roots ... when the compromises suffocate, not having what they seek in love .
Love is waiting. She has patience. Even though the heart, the senses, the mind, all struggle at an alert pace. Love forgives, believes, protects and accepts the other as it is from the first glimpse, from the first thoughts, from the first touches. Without compromising. Without taking them, without making him give up, without trying to change it when it no longer meets the needs of the other.

He and she ... are not the same. The world, life, experiences, all demonstrate the same thing. You do not work like the other. That's why, most of the time, you do not even understand it.
He and her ... both run along the same illusions, after ideal love ... But having different tastes. Different needs, different modes of expression. We never finish the definition if we keep talking about how he is and how it is not.
We declare our love in many ways. In many words ... Then, in so many ways, we show and love ourselves.
Wrong! We're wrong when we build our couple life around our incompatibilities, hiding the inconvenience of that. From a fear, I think. Not to hurt the other, not to admit in a loud voice everything we want ... Until fear gets courageous. And voice. We are wrong if we do not talk when we need it and we expect the other to read us among the rows. We are wrong when we are not listening in time ... We are wrong when we choose willingly and unwillingly to become blind, dumb and deaf alike.
He and she, at one point, become scenarios, directors, detectives ... Only mature, not wise, not themselves.
Then we do not know when rigid rules appeared ... When there were only traces of feelings ... When absurd questions came up with cold answers.
"Why do the love go when they go?"
"Because they were not ours!"
There are love that comes early, some on time, but others ... too late or never.
There are love ... what's left untold ... forever. And not all thoughts are invisible. Only sometimes they need a quarter of a second.