I still wearing all the sensations of the night before. Images, but more that images, impressions fixed in my mind, like smells, gestures, tastes. I shook so hard that his lips still feel the pain.
I twisted my hands up to his intensely much that my fingertips gradually changed color, but the enthusiasm and sweetness is not granted me to notice these details.
At that time I only hoped that time would stop, so, exactly so. The emotions felt in those moments have left me in a trail of thrills that will last until the end of everything. I can relive time, seconds, the moments we have together, as were real once again, as if they were mine.
This love wasting away slowly, but I know it's worth, that whisper and tiptoe as he arrived explode. Why this is nothing compared to what can be compared to and what will be.
The battle that every day I live with the world, with life, with my values, yesterday made no sense, no sense the lights of a city too big, had no effect, the chic dining in restaurants, did not make sense the continuing search for a better life.
My life was there, was what I was experiencing in the hour of forever.
Two bodies are able to love each other, two souls together for eternity.
Last night I lived.
Ilaria
