|
a while ago I would have said....say it when you feel it, when you just can't keep it in any longer. I have had it said first, and I have also been the one to say it first. It's never too soon, there isn't a time.
But.........from being burned before, nowadays I wouldn't say it before he said it, sadly. I have become less trusting of others to feel able to give them my love first, even if my entire being, both physically and mentally is screaming it silently.
__________________
Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
|