Fear of Love

Fear of love? It seems absurd, with so many other fears that we must face: the fear of violence, fear of default, and no less feared loneliness, which is what makes us seek relationships. But absurd or not, the fear of love sets in between our vertebrae and we know why.
Love, so noble, so dense, so intense, end. Ripping people inside, makes a deep cut that goes from chest to groin, love ends abruptly because suddenly appeared a third person or simply because there is no interest or attraction, you know, go find out what stops a sense , is unfathomable mystery. But love ends, ungrateful, ends, and ends on one side, never ends in two hearts at the same time, slows down before the other, and goes a little pain to each corner. It hurts those who took the initiative to break because it is not easy to break, break routines is always traumatic. In addition there is the friendship of love that remains and the presence that gets used to break a love is not silly, it is a fact of great responsibility, is a wound that opens in the body of the other, in the affection of another, and in itself, even with less severity.
And having rejected love, not to mention, is fracture, languish in public, it shrinks the soul, almost a wish any violence from the street to forget that violence from the time spent and lived in this assault that robbed us all, love and what comes with it, trust and stability. Without love, nothing is left, the belief is lost, the romance is meaningless, silly songs make us cry in the car.
Pass the pain of love, is the truce, a clean heart again, again dry eyes, mouth empty. Nothing good is happening, but nothing bad. A new love? No way. Fear, we respond.
What we are brave, that although such a justified fear, love again and all the times that love calls us, pretending a bit of resistance but knowing that it is impossible to always refuse it.



                                                                                            Martha Medeiros