and there he was
Back home
carrying sadness, tiredness, feeling fragile and vulnerable, hopeful and proud, nostalgic and happy
looking for a good rest, wanting to chat and longing for silence at the same time, wanting to socialize and to stay alone, wishing to share and to keep your sentiments for yourself
needing meditation and a big hug, expecting the well known routines and missing so much what you have left behind
wanting to be loved but feeling more reserved and introverted than ever because you feel your heart displaced
dealing with a emotions that puzzle you and feeling guilty because you cannot be easier
knowing that the first day a turmoil of contradictory sentiments is going to devastate any glimpse of normality and even so, being sure that this is the place where you belong
Back home carrying this burden is not easy
But you can be lucky enough to find there a person who is generous enough to open his arms regardless your mood, kind enough to respect your needs, gentle enough to take care of you, compassionate enough to understand you, good enough to love you as you are and wise enough to give you the time you need to be present again
I am that lucky person, he is that gentle person
what else can I say... |
3 comments:
ah, everyone should be so lucky. What beautiful words.
beautiful words... sometimes all we need is a hug.
This brought tears to my eyes. Oh how I can relate to your beautiful words!
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