Follow. Hold. Believe. About Soulmates and "romance"

These days are grey, and its not just the weather... I am missing you, that one who brings me a sunshine, who gives me energy and who looks after me.

And I miss to give you back the moonlight, some laughs and whatever you have found on me, this ordinary person who becomes the most important one in the world when you and me become us.

I dont know what life will bring to me, unexpected things happen, but for good or bad I wish I can walk my way with you, by your side; sometimes holding you and sometimes leaning on you; turning "the" way in "our" way.


I have always said I am a romantic... lol... and I am, but I dont think romance is buying flowers or sweets, romance is not going out for dinner to any "special" place or celebrating Valentine's day. Yes, I am a romantic, the one who started to believe in soulmates not a long time ago, the one who can't find any kind of explanation about his feelings -because feelings don't need reasons-. Yes, I believe in romance! but my romance is trying to fill your needs, it is being imperfect but giving you my best; my romance is my need and my want to look after you and fight with you if time gets rough. My romance is modelating my soul to your measure while I find out your own soul. My romance is choosing every useful stone to make our building, and chisel and polish them if it's needed, and do it with you, hand by hand.

My romance is learning to give you your own space when you need it.. I will just stay there, like I am now, waiting for you, because you know you can count on me like i count on you.

I don't have many things I can offer to you, just my soul: what i am and what i will be, and, its curious, my soul claims it belongs to you.

I have realized its true that it just takes one minute to meet someone, one hour to like someone and one day to love someone. I have learnt sometimes love hurts, and I was really afraid of suffering but I know now that accepting me is caring me, helping me to be better -the best-; and sometimes we will be up, sometimes we will be down... but up or down it will be us: we will learn, we will grow, we will build...
I found a long time ago a poem written by Khalil Gibran... now I can understand what he meant:

When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

I am now ready to follow you. I am now ready to be in your arms. I believe in you.

I am yours, wherever you are, it doesnt matter if you are far or if you are so close that I can feel your breathe. And being yours means being complete.