The years pass, they leave behind dust and a lot of longing from Elena Dragan's blog

The years pass, they leave behind dust and a lot of longing.

We all carry in our souls another soul that we once met. Some of us have the strength to recognize it, others hide it behind smiles and the routine of the day. But, we never wonder how hard it can be or how many souls a man carries inside him.

I still don't understand why a cross that you carry in secret is thought to be easier to carry than one whose tears are visible on a person's face...because carrying an unconfessed, unfulfilled love within you is a cross for a person. And the arms of this cross embrace your heart and soul so tightly that with each passing day you will breathe harder, you will smile less, until you no longer believe in your love. And nothing kills the soul like the sword of the one who renounces love.

Love is often a huge leap that separates two souls from different realms and few have the courage to jump. Some don't do it out of fear, others out of foolish pride. Some because they don't think it's love that deserves it, others because they've lost hope. Whatever the reason behind this reticence, any love, even if it's just barely there, deserves a try on our part. It is better to be the man who regrets something he has done than the coward who kept his hands clean.

Too many loves are not fulfilled because we say "no" too soon and "yes" too late, because we choose to carry the other in our thoughts and not in our arms. We are still blind and do not see that this fear of failure is only a step towards the greatness of love, that love smiles at those who have the courage to throw themselves into the void and assume what they feel.

The regret of not having lived a love in its complexity will turn into an inner peace only when you have done everything you could for what you feel. Only when you had the courage to break the silence of your lips, to say the name you carry in your soul and fight. You have to fight for your love every day. And you will realize that you have to stop when that morning arrives when you will have to fight for the love of the other. Then it will be time to stop and make peace with yourself. Because you know you've done everything. Because we cannot replace the other's love with our own.

The years pass, they leave behind dust and a lot of longing. You know that man you haven't seen for a few years, but you remember him every time it rains?! Now you are no longer lovers, you are not even enemies, but just two strangers carrying the memories of who you once were. Only you remained the same. Your charm lies in the power to stop before it's too late. For you. For us.