Love and summer storms.
Have you ever noticed that you are handed over to a person? During the course of my life I have seen lots of couples, of all types, shapes and colors, speaking seriously, I have seen people united by a stupid role, disconcerted by the distance (of hearts). I have seen couples who go hand in hand in the middle of the city and look like they are a Milanese with French fries, who enjoy life with the simple fact of seeing the other person smile. On the other hand there are also those who are afraid to show their feelings, out of fear, of being rejected, of being hurt, of not being, afraid of wanting, because we are all afraid of love, and in fact I do not know why, we prefer to be filled with hate that of affection, I believe that the word that summarizes everything is fear.
That's why one of my favorite things are summer loves, they're nice to my heart, 7 or 10 days when you give yourself to someone you probably will not see again in your life, who goes to the beach and laughs like in a comedy movie, and it does not matter, because for a moment you leave the fear next to the winter clothes, locked in a trunk. And it feels fucking good, talking to someone about the stars, movies and favorite songs, for a moment you stop wondering why they are on the same path, and you decide to go through it, you put aside your insecurities and for a moment you feel free, strong, brave. Aware that at some point each one will follow his path, and that it is almost impossible to cross it in the future, in return you keep the memory of that summer.
Love and summer storms will always share something: intensity and duration. At first it scares you to get rid of everything like a hurricane, but then you become aware, and you say "fuck, we are in summer in a moment it will end", you let yourself be carried away by the torrential rain and the wind that starts to blow, and instead of Shelter under the floor, you start dancing in the rain, so when you start having fun and feel some kind of spiritual crap, stop raining. As the storm passed, love will also pass, but as long as it lasts we can always enjoy it.
