always been the lack ... more suffocating saddest, most inhumane , a lack hard as a rock stuck in my heart, is represented by the complete absence from my life the word Love, absence of a woman who I love and be loved. My relationship with feelings has always been bad ... ... The lack of love is all- because you bring it inside every single moment of your life. Whatever I do ... ... the lack of a woman (close ... love me ...) is always there, in the center of the soul as a huge black hole that I can not fill a woman's face smiling and radiant. then love you can find him any time of day. appears between the lights of a film, between pages of a book, between the gates and street corners and hits you with a ferocity unheard reminding you that there is but you will never have. I say "never" because I can say million times that "when you least expect Love comes," that "a woman is already waiting for you," that "it is only a matter of time "but I know , after thinking a lot about this, that the only truth of life are the facts and facts build on this ... ... I'm not saying that being with a person is a miraculous cure for all problems and in fact there are more and more couples that break out, but believe me, it is better to live with a person and sometimes even fight bad to be discovered by yet sunset leaning against the window just like dogs and tears as a single company. I do not know why in 46 years has never managed to make me love, not think I'm a asshole, not think I am a selfish person, are certainly not a male chauvinist. ... I realize that unfortunately there are few girls and not only girls, that are treated like shit more than they love their torture. But I've always been a person gentle available sensitive ... ... It 's true, I am very shy, but I'm sure a woman would be able to give a flood of emotions and this not because I am a superhero romantic but because they are idea that the main characteristic of the human is to be able to express their emotions the presence of another human being willing to do the same. ... I do not know why there is a woman at my side I ruffled his hair, do not know why there is a woman at my side, I gently caress, do not know why there is a woman at my side looking at me with eyes so bright can reflect all of my love. Writing this post is difficult because I have to constantly wipe the tears that arise from the desire to get lost in the blue of a life in two, by the desire to touch the world with a finger, by the desire to see the reality that changes color, by the desire to shake the hands of my woman and take with you the rest of the road. But it is not. Now turn off the computer, I finally wipe the tears ... touching ... kissing boys, the smiles of the more mature couples, the slow journey of two elderly people who are supporting each other, tapping the immense love that my m'inchioda sadness. (network)