Lovers

I fell deeply in love. With strong emotions pushing the brakes, I gave my heart unconditionally. Years have passed, and so many lovers. Some I can’t remember. Others were special, and I truly loved them. Old loves, which I swore to the moon and the sun that they would last forever. We shared moments in the name of a love that scarred our memory and hearts. Those lovers changed me, taught me, directed me. I was introduced to different worlds, to the unique worldview that only I know and love.

So many times, so many changes, I tried to forget, to drown them deep in a dark trunk. But the memory remains. The old lovers are not erased. My love, this is the reality. There were so many celebrations, drunken nights, and mornings waking up in hugs, and the faces have changed over the years. I remember them. Different stories, different men, and every kiss is unique. No one looked alike. No one was forgotten. They took a role, became a memory, and taught a lesson. Time to say goodbye and thank you.

The one I loved madly. The one I hated later. The one who finally hurt me. The one I left. The one who left me. The one who died. The men of my life sing deep lyrics to the soul, songs dedicated to each one with a special melody. I am inspired by their stories, and I write about them because they never actually leave. They remain words locked in the memory, lines in the notebooks of the mind repeated on some lonely evenings. I remember you, I don’t forget.

In those intimate moments, those men lit a spark in the heart until it became a fire, which still burns alive. I don’t forget, I loved you. Because I loved much, as long as a heart can bear. The cupid’s arrow did not leave. My heart bled and surrendered. Tears and pleasure became one, curses and insults in closed rooms. I fell in love with black, honey, blue eyes. Silent communication between connected souls, there was always understanding between those I chose.

You don’t know how much I loved you. I’m hiding. I’m betraying the feelings now. I soothe a wounded heart, which I still do not forget. But she wants to leave.

I apologize for hurting you. I know you didn’t mean it. A misunderstanding destroyed the best intentions, and a lack of communication destroyed the best relationships. And time doesn’t turn back. After a while, it was over. I keep old lovers in the red vase, and I keep watering each red flower. I know they will never wither. Love never withers.

What we lived to remember is now rooted in the past. Tears always spring up to remind you that you are loved. I have to go, I go on. I fell in love again, entirely unexpectedly.

Thank you and goodbye. I loved you.

Created by Diana Chemeris

Story in Greek:

https://fairytalesmaybereal.blogspot.com/2017/02/blog-post.html