It’s late at night and the dusk surrounds me like a soft blanket of solitude. I’m holding a glass of dry wine, bitter like my life, and in my ears plays sad music that, as usual, brings me back to thoughts of love. Why it doesn’t come? Why does every attempt end right here, with this glass, in this darkness? It all used to be so simple.
Questions swirl in my mind. How long does it take to truly fall in love? And how long to realize it? When I was younger, love came quietly—often after years of friendship. Those were the longest and most beautiful relationships I had. But there were also the ones that began fast and faded just as quickly.
Maybe the mistake is expecting. Maybe it’s better to let things flow, without demands or imagined pictures. And what is loneliness, really? Just a state of mind? And what about love itself? What is it? Is it only about romance?
Who in your life would call you at three in the morning because there’s no other time you can find to talk? Who thinks about your schedule just to make space to speak with you? I’m lucky, because I have such a sunshine in my life. Her light brightens my days, and I already know her value in my eyes is beyond compare.
I keep thinking about other people in my life—those without whom I can’t imagine living. People I wouldn’t even hesitate for, people I’d run to if they needed me.
So why am I still chasing love? A partner? Do I miss that evening embrace so much that I keep giving it all this time?
Maybe it’s time to let things be. Try to brighten someone’s day. And wait until something unbelievably beautiful grows from it all.