I have always been beset by doubt that those who have loved, who for me was important juncture in unique, singular and characteristic of each, could be and still vivid in his memory in me button, not a reason for a possible later attack otherness poster.
in doubt perennial and cutting my pilgrimage to the accompanying extensive research and exhaustive ever of myself, basically, I've always wondered what and how I would have loved.
Sometimes I wondered, with his hands gripped by temporary ties of rationality that does not provide any explanation and instead trapped in a sterile vision, even if I've ever loved.
I have long given up then to try to under-stand the physiology and epistemology of love: that restrict speech are useless and inconsistent explanations that seek a meaning in the objective data of the behavioral stimulus-response.
All lies instead in what you feel.
Quite simply, the heart lies in the emotions.
Today, indeed, I understand the nature of these feelings still vivid for all the people I love: feeling that in spite of the time were neither tarnished nor loose, nor dissolved.
Today, indeed, I understood how my feeling is strong and unequivocal tangible evidence of what I have done my own these people, than I have in me the integrated courses.
Today, indeed, I realized how much time and space are only the conditions flexible, elastic and immaterial.
Today, indeed, I realized how special they are my life and my hear, and how this is vivid and unique opportunity to live and relive the magic and transport, wherever I go, the essence of who I was granted.
Today, indeed, I realized how deeply and viscerally I have loved and still love to.
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