Loving

He had ... kind of a perfect life.
At least this is how it looked from outside, but something was missing.
Well ... it was her again.
He was missing seeing her ... touching her ... whispering her beautiful words.
But who was ... her?!
The wife?!
The mistress?!
The mistress of that guy that hates him?!
The lady from the shop ... that is always smiling to him?!
That lady ... the client ... that he is walking with her in park from time to time?!
No ...
Maybe that lady, from an unknown country ... that he chats with him when she feels really depressed?!
No, no, no.
It’s just that beautiful lady from a past life, that keeps appearing on and on and on.
She disappears ... says it is forever ... then she’s changing her mind ... thinking again how it should be ... to try it one more time.
Well ... It was the perfect love story.
Strong feelings on both sides.
Perfect chemistry.
Maybe even the moment when they met was perfect ... even if it was not looking as that.
But ... they were on a pathless path ... from the early beginning to the end that actually never came.
Nobody around understood what is really going on.
Not even the 2 of them.
He wanted her ... in his life ... one more time.
... and she wanted the same.
The path?!
Well ... there is no real path or if it is one ... that path actually goes in a direction we don’t really know about.
But ... this is the beauty of the real life.
No plan.
Spontaneity.
Connection.
... and expect having great experiences together ... without expecting in fact anything at all from the partner.
The love story ... should be ... a dance in 2, under the moon, a bottle of champagne, 2 glasses ... whispering “i love you” all the time ... and nothing much.
A path ... of joy ... the joy of being together ... one more time.