Sam Chevalier - The boy with the sad eyes

In mathematical terms you would be the infinity, an unexplained equation, and I would be the fool who does not understand you but fell in love with your greatness. I would be the one who fights to find a way to improve until I became the Einstein of your life. Others would say that you are a star, but I would say that you are the most beautiful constellation. You would kiss me when I am unprepared; I would look at you when crossing the street and buy you a coffee to tell you my story. You would be paper, I would be ink, but together we would be poetry, and that certainly exceeds this universe.

Every day that passes, I become a believer in what is ephemeral, a believer in what I can see, what I can touch and feel. To be honest I believe in you, from your first look to that kiss that, as insignificant as an ant, made me become a giant that conquered your sky. Now I dream of you every night, in every moment and in every verse, I have reached the point where I need you, even more than the air I breathe. Oxygen is empty without your scent and there is no point in breathing in any other scent than your hair. There is no way to explain it, you just know it and I know it, this hurricane in our eyes is a beautiful path from which I never want to stray.

Being in love is one thing, but when it comes to you, words fall short and heaven is small. I hope I have a thousand lives left to show you what I feel when I look at you, because this love doesn’t fit in a glance, nor in a kiss, nor in a life.

Since I was a child I have wanted to obtain that something or someone, that goal, that dream, that event that would fill the emptiness I felt and that I didn’t know how to explain.

Today I realize that what I always wanted, in reality, was to love, to fly high, and not to suffer. But love has two faces: one is to love for a long period of time, and even if things turn out well, you will suffer; the other is that in an instant you can feel for someone what you’ve never felt for another person in years.

This is love: to love, to lose, to fall, to suffer, but actually, in this verse I don’t want to talk about love, but about my dream, which was to achieve the impossible, to love forever and never suffer, to weave my wings although they may break, to ride a bike without falling, although, after all, it’s all the same.

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