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I want something different, a love that isn´t just kisses and caresses, I want something more than morning talks and routines that time makes empty.

I want a love that burns as much as fire, but never goes out, I want an intelligent love in which we are always the best version of ourselves, in which we support each other despite the ups and downs and we see ourselves in the future.

I want a safe love that is more than education, details and crazy things; I want an uncontrolled love, but old-fashioned, a love of those that our grandparents had, remembering our best moments while we have coffee in bed.

I long for an eternal love, for a love that won’t change over time. I want to love without fear and to mend what was broken. I want honesty as a life insurance, smiles as a budget and I want our desire for togetherness to be as the foreign debt, because I know it will never be paid. I want to owe gratitude to someone who deserves me; a relationship that is worth the effort and not worth the pain, a relationship that is worth the smiles and the sleeplessness.

I want a chaotic love of those that are both illness and antidote... I want a different love.

“About love and its journeys”.