I | Passi Dell Amore

Then come the middle steps. These are the ones we don’t talk about. The steps taken in exhaustion, after an argument, when the hallway is dark. To take a step when you cannot see the floor beneath you—that is the love that lasts.

And finally, there is the last step. But love’s staircase has no top. The final step is simply the decision to keep climbing. To hold a hand while ascending, to wait for the other to catch their breath, to stop and look back at how far you have come. i passi dell amore

Il piano non è il traguardo. (The floor is not the finish line.) Then come the middle steps