Do Not Act Wise When It Comes To Love.
You will meet someone who will give a new definition to your name.
Like it suddenly means the whole universe, and it has room for every kind of flower there is, and he says it like it was always meant to sound like that.
And things that have always annoyed you in people suddenly turn into the most hypnotizing habits (when it comes from him) and it’s all exactly as it’s supposed to be.
He will make you forget about all the things you used to strive for, wonder and regret. He will build a new world up — in your head — where no one else lives. He’ll hold your hand, and every glance will feel like a thousand words and you will not worry.
You will dig up all those old poems and books about love and hope that you never understood, but now you do and it’s all so wonderful.
You will be kissed in every possible way, and you will love and be loved, and there will be a tiny voice in your head whispering that nothing lasts forever (but you will not listen).
You will shut it out and go on loving because what else is there to do?
But then the days pass by and summer leaves for winter. And as the mornings stay darker longer and longer, you will sense an unbalance — a shift in the atmosphere — and his hands will feel a little colder, his voice a little stronger.
The winter will come and you will wake up one day and tell yourself that you are not in love anymore. You will slow it down, scale it, fight with every fiber of your being to not be the one left alone. To not be the one who stays when it’s time to leave and you are determined to not love him anymore.
But the heart was never good with orders and you can’t stop something you never meant to start in the first place. Because it’s all in the way the forces make the heart want what it wants, no matter how old the sayings are (they have survived for a reason).
So you will meet many someones who will give a new definition to your name. And you can not build walls, must not close the door (and please don’t hide), because if you ask me to choose between hurt and love, I will pick love.
Love, because the hurt will come and go no matter what, but only love makes it worthwhile.
Only love can cure it. Don’t be scared. Go. Love.
I will leave the catastrophe blank for you to fill, and instead tell you that it will get better in a while and you will be well again, though you can’t see it now. And you will travel again and eat again and your muscles will grow stronger again.
You will run and laugh and sing, and one day you will meet someone who makes your heart beat with no pattern again, and you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love, but you must not grow up.
You must not act wise when it comes to love.
You must stay foolish and fall, for every heart will beat in different ways together with yours, and love is not meant to be compared — only enjoyed, and suffered, and remembered.
The story of Charlotte Eriksson is one you usually see on movies. Only 18 years old, she left everything she had and knew in Gothenburg, Sweden, and moved to London to dedicate her whole life to her music and art. A vague dream about reaching out turned into a journey that would lead her to start her own record label ‘Broken Glass Records’, release six critically acclaimed EPs and albums, reach #2 on the Swedish iTunes chart, publish her first book Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: In search for The great Perhaps, and tour all over the UK and US. She packed her life in a guitar case and spent a year homeless on the road, with nothing but a dream and a longing for something more. An ordinary girl who created a community of over 30,000 dedicated fans that are following her journey. All alone with nothing but hard work and determination, she managed to build a life on her art. “I wanted to turn my life into my art. My very existence into a poem. I believe in writing your own story, and that’s what I’m doing here. Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself?” To learn more about Charlotte, check out her website.