I don't know if I'm vulnerable or if my body is getting closer to it not to think of you and make the memories and wounds you left less painful. I'm not sure about a lot of things, in fact I'm not clear if I'm still in love with you or it was just a habit that I mistook for love.
I'm not in favor of getting intimate with a new person, to kill an old love. I'm one of those who think that you must first heal, embrace grief with love and resignation, to be clean and be able to deliver the best of us in case love visits us.
Recently I still thought that I would never set my eyes on another person again; my interest in feeling and meeting other men again was totally zero. I didn't want to know anything about anything, and nobody was calling my attention.
But now I don't know what's happened; I think that things and feelings, get comfortable when it's time to be, and not when we want. What I thought would never happen to me again, is happening, my attention and interest is being reborn with forces in someone else.
There is a man who has come to revive my dead desires; without searching and without planning, he has reminded me again how beautiful and desirable I can be.
She made me feel like a valued woman again. I fall asleep thinking of his hands on my body, and I wake up eager to hear from him. For a long time, I thought my sexual desire was over, but now I realize that my crotch only burns with the right man. I don't know if with time he will be a new scar, I just know that I am liking him and his presence does me well.
•Elizabeth Sanchez•
Recently I still thought that I would never set my eyes on another person again; my interest in feeling and meeting other men again was totally zero. I didn't want to know anything about anything, and nobody was calling my attention.
But now I don't know what's happened; I think that things and feelings, get comfortable when it's time to be, and not when we want. What I thought would never happen to me again, is happening, my attention and interest is being reborn with forces in someone else.
There is a man who has come to revive my dead desires; without searching and without planning, he has reminded me again how beautiful and desirable I can be.
She made me feel like a valued woman again. I fall asleep thinking of his hands on my body, and I wake up eager to hear from him. For a long time, I thought my sexual desire was over, but now I realize that my crotch only burns with the right man. I don't know if with time he will be a new scar, I just know that I am liking him and his presence does me well.
•Elizabeth Sanchez•
