Since I met you, I no longer imagine my life without You. Yet I sometimes get away from You, to forget you for a few moments. When this happens to me, I become more aware of the solid bond that unites us.
With You I share my existence, not because I am sickly dependent, but because of the reciprocal Love that dwells in us. My breathing is nothing more than our Love. How can I stop loving you? Indeed, it would assume that I no longer live to the extent that the absence of breathing is synonymous with the absence of life, that is to say, death with regard to our human conception.
The Love that binds us keeps me alive. But how can I explain the fact that I often forget you during a day in the tumult of my occupations? I am only aware of it when we converse so before I fall asleep, so when I make personal reading of my day. Obviously, forgetting at certain moments of my day reflects my imperfection, the mystery of what “I love you” although I am not entirely present to You. Read more
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