Love is that love exists.

We never forget the people we loved,

because they always remain with us;

something binds them to us in an indissoluble way,

even if they are no longer there.

I learned that there are impossible loves, unfinished loves,

loves that could have been and were not.

I've learned that a burning trail is better, even if it leaves a scar:

better a fire than a winter's heart.

I have learned, and in this my mother is right,

that it is possible to love two people at the same time.

Sometimes it happens: and it is useless to resist, deny, or fight.

I learned that love is not just sex: it is much, much more.

I have learned that love cannot read or write.

That in our feelings we are guided by mysterious laws,

maybe destiny or maybe a mirage,

however something inscrutable and inexplicable.

Because, deep down, there is never a reason why you fall in love. It just happens.

(Ferzan Özpetek)

 

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