MAGIC ROMANCE AND DREAMS: HOW LOVE WOMEN ?

Above all, I wanted to see how it looks and I searched the internet. I found two photos, very different from each other. One had a slight smile, sad, barely started, and a full face unexpected gentleness. I did not know exactly why unexpected, but it was an amazing contrast there that I have not analyzed it too much. In the other picture, only features were the same. Otherwise, if it were another man. Eyes hidden this time as sunglasses, but faintly and made tandem with a smile, now wider, but the park closed in half, as if this man had not yet learned to laugh, and drew an expression slightly arrogant as if she could see someone else besides him.

When we arrived, he was sitting at the desk and wrote something. I greeted him, as if I knew him all my life, and I felt both a huge curiosity to know really. It was rather the man in the second picture, that arrogance had taken place only a slight surprise but did not alter the expression of that stranger. He stood up and extended his hand to me and we said conventional name. I found unexpectedly high, although no more than 1.90 m, and the finding surprised me that I enjoyed and I think I blushed act. His smile was now a mixture of severity, curiosity and warmth.

I liked when we started talking, his balance and firmness, who came from stiffness, but a special kind of power, that seemed always mastered and circumstances and people, and dialogues. Then I could not let me gaze of smile that so exchange that appears when you'd least expect it and did not necessarily mean fun, but a delusion of complicity, as then disappear just as come and go let perplexed and empty.

With him, therefore, was to work on the project for two months. A study psycho-sociological called "How I love women" which must capture the differences between women and men in how to live love, playing as much as possible picture of emotional and behavioral completely, from beginning to end or in this relationship , based on case studies. Sample analysis was already chosen. We were supposed to interview "subjects" and state the theories based on conclusions that lead us stories. We did a thorough work plan and we agreed to meet after two weeks, when the strategy was to reconfigure, depending on the results to date. I invented excuses everything about the project to call him, because I was constantly thinking about him. I missed his smile, which was burning me, although I had seen him once. I wanted desperately presence, I wanted to be just a breath and touch me like that first day. But when we call him, he was holding me, gracefully and firmly away, although I suggest the tone is struggling unsuccessfully to be cold, that he feels the same way. And our phones continue. Day after day. More lively and impatient, and messages were increasingly transparent. I entered a dangerous game, but so sensual and intense that we could not miss it.

In those days I listened to stories of stunning beautiful woman whose unshakable power of love moved me. They were in love so simple and natural, with soul and flesh and life! Even when their husbands were one passion for another, they expected nobly, as a new love to pass. Or if they were looking to see, to comfort them and were always elsewhere, he answered with a smile unseen their absence, and remained there for when they would be back. I wonder if I have the high intelligence of the heart, to accept love with what might come. If I could give total against any events that moved me, however it would hurt. Or am I already had done? I decided to quit the study, it was beyond me to take him to the end. After all, what conclusions "scientific" we have arrived? And, especially, who would have used our analysis? Just then he looked evil. Let me say that he withdraws from the project. But he would like to meet, we met. I'm not surprised at all by the proposal, because the love of whack us, comforted us from the first moment.

Our story began when really, as a poem, uncertain and mysterious. With meetings, shy teenagers

undermined thousand fears. With downcast eyes and innocent touch casually, though intentional. Then I risked everything and more than we did growing. Dialogues have become more elaborate, and we each of them we have raised as distinct beings and strong and courageous. I recently dared openly to discover, then we hugged desperately and passionately, as if it would not otherwise have, until we've separated all. Understand, day by day, that I can not miss being of dual-shy when sad, you arrogant, that I was the pain-intimate close when untouched by far. Just like the photos that I met him first. But I learned to love him anyway were anywhere would be found. And I rediscovered, in turn, in our love. I was suddenly, all I knew about myself that I can be, always different, although equally: young, beautiful, free and happy. Soon we came to give a whole new meaning and simple gestures. They became our universe, a bed made after we raised it with memories huge life, a breakfast improvised tenderness, meeting with friends, an annoyance of the day, tears wiped love the cheeks, or sulk murdered with a kiss. Or small misunderstandings that we rise again, more loving and close. Safety and greatness to walk the streets like kings, knowing our loved and loving without measure, to death.

It's been almost ten years since we met. Thousands of days as starting and ending with the kisses of all, to which I respond with all my hugs. We thought at one point, our study recently abandoned. And we both smiled. We know more today than I did then? Probably not. Now we just love.