Reading andromacha's journal

This morning I have been reflecting a lot on the meaning of love. I woke up and thought about a poem by Shelley, which talked about that feeling in particular. So I got to take the book to get back all the feelings I had the first time I read that fragment of poem (yes, because unfortunately we have only one small fragment of a few lines).

I think that Shelley got exactly the point of the actual meaning of love. No matter if well directed or misdirected, love is almost impossible to be canceled out. This is the message he gives us, and I actually experienced that.

The boyfriend I was with before knowing my adorable Hawkeye... my love was misdirected, but it still was love, or anyway a strong feeling of affection I had towards that guy. He did nothing but destroying my life, but still, I "loved" him.

How did I realize that that wasn't the correct person to address my love to?
Well, that is a good question. I don't know what happened in me when I got to know Neil. For sure, I got to know what kindness and true affection meant. I got to realize that my boyfriend wasn't treating me like he should have, and that the only thing he was doing to me was spoiling me in any way.

I had the luck to find an angel who has shown me what the word "love" means. I don't know where I would be and what I would do right now hadn't I met Neil. He is my angel, the one I owe everything I have now, and every ounce of happiness I feel day by day.

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".