THE HOLIDAY

I've found that almost everything written about love is true. Shakespeare said: 'Journeys end in lover's meetings', ¡What an extraordinary idea! I thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely like it, but I think that Shakespeare had. I suppose I think more in love of what I should think. I'm amazed by the power that the love has to alter and define our lives. Shakespeare also said: 'Love is blind', that is something that I knew to be truth. For someones love inexplicably vanishes; for otheres, love is simply lost but of course you can also find love, even just for one night. There is also another kind of love, the cruelest kind. The one that almost kill its victims, it's called 'unrequited love', of that i'm an expert. Most of the stories of love are from people that fall in love one another, but ¿What about the rest? ¿What about our stories?, from which we fell in love alone, we are the victims of a lopsided romance. We are cursed of lovers, the unloved, the unwanted. We are disabled, with no good place to park. You are at one of that individuals.