That Monk, who said, "I never enjoyed the world."

The bro, who said, "Move on."

I never enjoyed the world*, but I love someone so deeply, nobody will ever take his place.

“The world” is the general name for all the passions. When we wish to call the passions by a common name, we call them the world. But when we wish to distinguish them by their special names, we call them passions. The passions are the following: love of riches, desire for possessions, bodily pleasure from which comes sexual passion, love of honor which gives rise to envy, lust for power, arrogance and pride of position, the craving to adorn oneself with luxurious clothes and vain ornaments, the itch for human glory which is a source of rancor and resentment, and physical fear. Where these passions cease to be active, there the world is dead…. Someone has said of the Saints that while alive they were dead; for though living in the flesh, they did not live for the flesh. See for which of these passions you are alive. Then you will know how far you are alive to the world, and how far you are dead to it.”

+St Isaac the Syrian (7th Century)

What a mess,

Did I live what I was supposed to live?

I lived, and I want no one to give what I lived

What was my goal?

Something magical happened while I was here and not there

while I was living?

One lady falls, and I search for help, 

I cannot even lift her!

Imagine all the imaginary falls we do...

Who is there to help us?

Soar, fly, live free

true love commands you to grow 

and your happiness

nothing else in return

-Solvarg

But pure love is simple

You do not demand the other to love you back

it happens effortlessly

You want her to thrive

you don't hold her dreams back

Both of you want to see the other shine and grow

both of your souls are attracted to each other

The external beauty is magnetic because of the soul

I see its flaws, its weakness, and its fears

Despite this, I still chose to be at his soul side

whenever it needs me.

Loving someone 

is sometimes like a horror story

someone wants to kill something

someone wants to die in someone's life

someone is dying from inside

or a body is rejected by his own creator

Primavera, cantora solitária

queimando tumultuosamente

no coracão, este amor permanece

como mil espadas gemendo

Este chamado, insatisfeito

não me pertence

não é minha voz

sim, meu irmão, é um demônio em minha própri'alma

Nós dois juntos, não mais!

She was leaving the castle after another insignificant talk with other governesses. While reaching the knob of the door, he called her:

-Countess, wait!

Her face took a serious countenance as something really serious was about to be revealed.

He looked down and started to explain with many pauses, that he would not be able to tutor her daughter this week.

The Countess was longing to hear something of vital importance and she was staring at him with all her attention.

She left the castle not relieved. She knew it was not what he wanted to say.