She says, ' my kind of love is craziluv. Not everybody is made for than. Being nice means taking into consideration the feeling of the loved one and the disturbance I'm going to cause in her life. Many times, I've backed down suffocating my feeling without let it out when I see the peaceful surface of the her sea where my tornado is undesirable. I can keep my balance in and enjoy chaos but it's unfair to throw the others in it...
I say, ' too bad and a bit afraid, aren't you? to have a negative answer?'
She says, ' no, one cannot be refused if there's no understanding. I guess some species just have to wait for their own kind, the kind who can as well delight in the unknown, unstable and untrue, in the constant move and doubt, and in the dream of being total never going to come but hopefully...'
I, ' then that will be a long wait. '
' No other option...', she murmurs, and looks away, implying the conversation is over.
