In that hug

My feelings out loud do not flow, and silencing them means drowning in them, so, as usual, I took love as ink, and turned it into poetry.
This is a book that I began to write believing that time is always late, or in the worst case, too early to match the pace of life we lead.

That happened to us.
We hit the wrong time, -or so it made us seem-.
As you turn the pages you will realize that, in real life, "that wrong time" is nothing more than a test of resistance.

That love comes when it wants and hides if you look for it.
It waits there, while it sees you crossing borders, continents, bridges that take you from one heart to another, until you realize that it was always there.

Here, love fell in love with patience, the dark night passed and I saw the dawn come in the same direction that she came to me.