To those who don’t believe in love

When I was young, I strongly believed in love, a noble and so common feeling but so absent. Why ? Why does a young man who is not stupid needs to believe in love ?

Love is a refuge. Mistreated everywhere, I have always wandered without a real shelter for my truths, my secrets. The fear, the fear that haunted me to say the wrong thing, to think the wrong way was like a bubble that suffocated me, depriving my hopes and dreams of air. So, in order to free the stink of my abscesses, I wrote. Poems, short stories and even comics: anything that could collect my thoughts in a forgotten bowl, far from anyone who could spill it. And I continued in this way for a long time.

Until I turned 18, in fact. Yes, the false majority, the one where you are told you are an adult when you are still the same kid you were when you were 17. 18 is a point set by a manipulative system that desires absolute control over the lives of humans. Nature says 21, the age when most people stop growing physically, but the elites say 18, just to make money on time.

Who to believe now anyway ? Despair upon despair, I couldn’t stop wanting to be done with my miserable and pitiful life. When a light brighter than the noonday sun chased away the darkness that surrounded me, a girl, my future wife smiled at me and through her smile whispered that everything would work out for the best. This is the love I saw in the eyes of a girl so beautiful that she commands her mind to be as beautiful. My wife Amicia. An unparalleled beauty in her prime. She is more beautiful than ever and will always be in my heart whether her body wants it or not. Love exists, yes, I have seen it. Love exists yes, I touched it after the first month my eyes rested on its fresh and sweet skin. Love exists yes you who do not believe in it because you do not know it. Love exists yes, yes, you, who have lost sight of it, it exists you who by your husband is indignant, yes, you who by your wife is denied, yes you who age has left, you who sees without touching, you who reads without understanding.

Love exists, I have seen it.