believe (again) This text I wrote it ... I remember ... perhaps two years or so. The thing is that the truth, over time, no longer true. - If you feel what I feel now ... Perhaps would be more crazy than me, and I kid you not. I promise.
- I could not believe so. "Why do not I swear it?
- Because apparently I have nothing valuable enough so swear. I could put my life as a pledge, but no right to do so to find something that no longer belongs to me. Same with my heart. And it could not swear by my mother, because she is not aware nor did I this it is so crazy. So ... Well, then, what I can tell?
- The truth. As well as I know it is very unlikely that anyone at this time is willing to sacrifice his own good by the other, if we care more here ourselves, and that in the new millennium anyone knows. You're talking about a feeling, and one very peculiar. One that involves someone else. Well, if you should leave as little everything that takes you by someone who perhaps never come to appreciate this show of affection ... I think it's up to something more to show this humility so unreal, and I just sees me as someone who is not at the level of their plans.
- I never would doubt his intelligence, nor do I have plans, let alone a higher level than yours. But I still think that not understanding my point. You see my sacrifice as a "sample", an attempt to note my act to receive love back. Well see, I do not expect anything in return, because the feeling of which I speak is love.
- Love?
- Yes, love. Love is inexplicable in terms of its own essence. Love is not treated as a thing, because it is not. Going way from there, even our understanding.
- Do not underestimate me, because I know love.
- So if you know so well, why do you insist that it should expect something in return for my love?
- For love is mutual. If you do not get, does not have to give. We talk about convenience. You know that if something should be said that "not feasible"?
- Yes, I know. I know that when designing a bridge that does not support the vibration of passing cars, we're talking about a project is not viable. But this is not an engineering project. No, sir. You see, the love of which I speak is a feeling of delivery. I love her, not because my joys. I love simply because I love her, and no you do it will ever fall in love as much as the fact that it is. It exists. Because I want to be good without explanation. And do not seek explanation, because I do not need. I just know that I would die for her, just because it tells me my heart.
- but man, did not realize that acting without considering the consequences and no reason can lead to suffering?
- I think you miss two things, sir. The first is that we are not here to take care of our own welfare. The second is that man has consumed his mind and forgot to feel just by thinking too much. You already told you: I would die for her just to know it alive and happy. It is his happiness that interests me, not mine.
- ... You're completely crazy.
- Did not I tell you? I do not think like the rest. Tend not to think. Only felt. And if that leads me to ruin you so afraid of those today, so be it. I will go to ruin like a madman. One who was crazy because I thought differently than the rest, as only fools do.
- There is one more thing I wanted to ask. Why are you so sure what it does?
- I'm not sure of anything. That to be sure is an illusion that our mind shows you the heart to calm things down. I live in uncertainty. But do not confuse it with fear, no. I have no fear. I have only this love locked up in a heart that is not mine.
- then it does have something of value: his love. Well, why do not I swear by their love that this is true?
- Because first you would have to believe what I say to realize that I feel true love. Just then my love for you would have enough courage for me to swear by it.
- Well, then I believe him. Now can swear?
- Why? If you already believe me. Today
