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by Decur

It is not a lack of love, but of loving.

If it's not demonstrated how can we notice it?

Love is stronger when given, unrolled.

proof of love

Liniers

It's always important... I appreciate it, a lot! - mainly for special occasions.
 

It won't hurt to say (and repeat) how much we cherish someone. Maybe, it will, if you silence it and clam up.

Love is better when shared, unrolled.

all kisses I haven’t given, all hugs I haven’t received

If I've regretted something, it is a kind of caress that I haven’t demonstrated and, at heart, I indeed would like to. Being more affectionate, apart from evince my feelings and real desires is an exercise that I need to practice further. In fact, it is essential to play fair in this life not to lament later.

Saying “I love you” (not only in couple's relationships, but) at home more often, thanking my mother all kindness and attention she have had with us (my sister and me), holding my friends and saying how much they are important for me… It is the best proof of my endearment. Nevertheless, sometimes, it is not necessary say anything, because our acts speak for itself.

Then, I really believe in the power of touch. I think that, sometimes, we simply forget to be closer, hugging, for example (at least for a few minutes) who is important for us. This is vital, though. Once, I advised a cousin to do this with my uncle when he was very sick. I’m sure that, before dieing, he could enjoy the fraternal fondling of his son.

This is my main worry about living in another country where people’s behaviour is not as ours. I fear miss the human warmth proper of Latins (chiefly of partners - lover men). However, I should be honest that I’m not easy and I usually pretend to hold out. My self-sufficiency is like I shoot myself in my own foot. It have made me being seen as a little selfish, indifferent or far worse: sexually cold! [Dammit!] Similarly, being needy and dedicate myself to someone who doesn’t deserve it - but it is another story, outro (con)texto…(!)

Both cases are mistakes that I’m not interested to repeat anymore. I want (an)other(s) chance(s). I promise that the cold weather is not going to changed me into an iced-cube heart person - here (nor there). It can be different...