Just another fall

I miss you and I want to see you. I often dream about you. I love. Love, migraine, painkillers. There's something wrong again with my blood vessels. We are at a 10-minute distance from each other. But 10 minutes of what? It's been a month already since I intended to meet you and to give you something I'd brought for you from Rome. My angel. We can't put it up without suffering. It's as necessary as the air to breath. For us. For me. For you. Our own. Mutual. Somebody else's. Till tomorrow. Till the day after tomorrow. Till some day. We'll be loving each other. We'll be living in each other. I'll be living. With and without you. Why, I ask myself, but always fail to find the answer. There's no answer whatsoever. I'm just in love. All the vulgarity and absurdity of this world step back. Life comes across as a miracle. For an instant. People have ceased to believe in miracles. Words and concepts lose their meaning. I resist it as hard as I can. So do you. Sometimes roughly and ridiculously. We manage to avoid the hateful bombast. At times it seems to me I know you inside out. But every day I get to know something new. People's souls are fathomless. Or, maybe, just huge. For everything has an edge, even the Ocean. That's why it can be so furious time and again. That's why we are so furious time and again. We are all tortured by the physical limits. But that only means we are alive. You and me. Here and now.