The girl in my dreams

The girl in my dreams

She suddenly appeared in my life, as raindrops in a hot summer night. We had the most passionate 2 months together.

She was for me THE WOMAN, I felt my life was senseless without her. I adored the way she was constantly smiling to me, the tenderness she filled my heart with, the white nights we spent together, not thinking at all about the next day.

I was all the time in a constant euphoria, waiting desperately to finish the day at work to be rejoined with her.

One day she vanished, leaving behind a petrified heart that cries for her touch, waiting, hoping.

But at night, in my dreams, she is there with me. And then I feel alive again……

Have you ever loved a woman?

Have you ever loved a woman?

Brian Adams does a very good and introspective analysis on a woman’s soul in this wonderful song. The part I find as being the toughest to achieve is to “give her wings if she wants to fly”. This is one of the hardest things to accept in a relationship and one of the most important elements that will keep the flame alive for a long time.

Today, a dear colleague received from her husband a large flowers bouquet in reconnaissance for being by his side for the past 15 years. They fully share the trust needed for letting each other “fly” from time to time.

Recently, I asked a famous theatre director about her vision of love and received a dazzling answer, far from what I would expect looking at the plays she gave life. She said that love is like a soap opera, which is made more or less interesting by the actors that are performing.

I have a different vision about love. The love I experienced is so intense that the butterflies are running around in my stomach all the time when she is around and her departure brings physical and mental ache.

Love is total desertion of one’s being every time when they are embracing, white nights without feeling the fatigue of the next day. It is total euphoria experienced the next day, similar to the effect generated by a joint you smoke a few moments ago.

Her voice is always the best music you can hear, her smell the most expensive perfume, her body the touch of the finest silk in the world.

Love is not a soap opera, but a „Casablanca” in black and white, with fireworks in the background.

I was lucky to experience this feeling 3 times in my entire life and I can say that nothing compares with it. The sex hunt is very appealing, yet making love with the one you really have feelings for has no comparison.

The concept of opening the cage door from time to time to leave the other bird fly and hope that she will return to charge her batteries back home is pretty new to me. It makes though plenty of sense and I will follow it in the future.

Freedom is the dearest gift a person receives at birth and who are we to deny this right in the name of love.

In a world filled by people tearing apart what they build in just a few years, maybe this is the big secret to keep your love last until death do us part.