I hope it’s the last time I write something about this subject. I tend to be unnecessarily nostalgic and make these kind of distressful feelings prevail in the blog, when they are not that common as it may seem. As it’s not common the situation I’m currently into. I mean, at least for me, it only happened twice in this trip.
Let’s say that the sexual satisfaction while traveling is, at least, enough. But it’s radically different when talking about romance and fulfillment. It’s terrible. And it’s curious: some relationships raise as something easy, and the approach to them always has a known ending date. They are not just lust, but, from the beginning, you know that the link is not going to be deeper than the pure moments you share.
But in some rare occasions (twice in my case, as I wrote), a deeper feeling, that can be overwhelming, appears. I guess that that ‘feeling’ is pretty close to infatuation, but I reckon it has different connotations. It includes an impression of how it may be if it works. And that impression spoils everything. Why? The explanation is long to translate (please refer to the spanish version :D), I’m lazy and now… everything’s just part of the past -though I still agree with most of the points exposed. Anyway… I’ll work on that ‘later’.
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