Amy Winehouse says in a song:
Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game.
I rather this song:
Now I was just a once a fool it’s true
I played the game by all the rules
But now my world’s a deeper blue
I’m sadder but I’m wiser too
I swore I’d never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn’t worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name
Some people when finishing a loving relation and more when the rupture was painful, do not feel desires to fall in love again or are closed to the idea to look for love.
Particularly I believe that the single fact of feeling butterflies in the stomach when that person calls to you, or sensation who precedes to the first kiss, still more hard that kiss itself, in where you anticipate what you will feel, in where your body curves looking for the other, where the hands sweat and the knees shake you. Where your lips become damp and all your body shakes.
In where the hours are not enough to talk and to know the tastes of the other, where that call first hour in the morning leaves you with a smile the whole day. Where you note the colors of the city, where each scent has a meaning, where every moment is special.
I believe that single by the fact to feel this, I would risk to love again.
PS: This is MY guest post.