"I know something about love"
Recently, my friend Elia came to the city... Though she is away again, now, and plans to sell her place here and move away.
But, while she is here, I decided to do whatever I can to help her in whatever ways, including work with her and her little daughter on languages (I prefer working with closest people for free, which seems natural for me. There's not so much we can really give, and when we can and it is accepted... It is already a treasure).
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Elia has something about her... I am always very happy around her. It is not that she is such a happy person, it's just that we see each other rarely, and, to both of us it is always a gift when it happens.
But there was a day when we had to meet - and she didn't arrive for long, and I waited for her under the rain with no umbrella, in the mud (as that place we decided to meet and then go to her place was countryside outside my town).
It was really long. And that gray day was such a gift to me.
I'd known it for years in theory, but, that day, it was clear to me as never before: love was not treasuring every moment around, but standing there in the mud under the rain and being ready to stand there for whatever time needed.
Later, that day, as I was being on my own in different parts of town, I was again, and again, struck by realization that, in a way, in a true way, my life is just filled with love.
But, while she is here, I decided to do whatever I can to help her in whatever ways, including work with her and her little daughter on languages (I prefer working with closest people for free, which seems natural for me. There's not so much we can really give, and when we can and it is accepted... It is already a treasure).
:
Elia has something about her... I am always very happy around her. It is not that she is such a happy person, it's just that we see each other rarely, and, to both of us it is always a gift when it happens.
But there was a day when we had to meet - and she didn't arrive for long, and I waited for her under the rain with no umbrella, in the mud (as that place we decided to meet and then go to her place was countryside outside my town).
It was really long. And that gray day was such a gift to me.
I'd known it for years in theory, but, that day, it was clear to me as never before: love was not treasuring every moment around, but standing there in the mud under the rain and being ready to stand there for whatever time needed.
Later, that day, as I was being on my own in different parts of town, I was again, and again, struck by realization that, in a way, in a true way, my life is just filled with love.