British soldiers liberated from a Japanese POW camp in Sumatra sit on the steps of an Allied ambulance reading about and discussing the American atomic bomb being dropped on Hiroshima. Singapore. August 1945.
I’ve been raised to be a strong independent woman.
My mom has always told me I don’t need anyone else but me to be really happy, that’s the same thing society keeps saying to me. Actually, I can say I’m confident, I truly believe in myself and my capabilities but I would have never been the person I am without Riccardo.
He’s my best friend, my lover, my half. “My half” doesn’t mean I wasn’t complete but that together we are something bigger, better, it’s like a single soul inhabiting two bodies. Being deeply loved by him gives me strength, while loving him deeply gives me courage.
In this world there are so many people looking for love but so few people who are willing to open themselves to accept others. Please, don’t be afraid of love.
Let’s spread some love in the cyberspace :)