Post by Viviangaula on Jan 20, 2022 8:31:09 GMT
To you who left almost without saying goodbye
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п»їTo you who left almost without saying goodbye, who after so much (or so I thought) reduced everything to insignificance. I still don't understand how you can go from hot to cold in a matter of seconds. How a glance can lose its shine in the same day and the words that used to build became bullets straight to my heart, yes, to you.
To you, yes. At what point did you change your mind that I was so ignorant not to notice? How is it possible that I kept believing that our thing was authentic and true? Why didn't you warn me when you began to perceive that our security mechanism was no longer protecting us?
I was probably left without answers, with a thousand doubts and the feeling of guilt haunting me. One day I will think that it was me, another maybe you, us or simply, time and routine... And others I will realize that going around in circles only serves to generate more anguish, more suffering and, of course, to keep you more alive, even if only in my memories...
To you, who left without saying goodbye. That you left at the first time and offered me uncertainty as an answer. At what point did you change your mind?
To you, who were everything and became nothing in a matter of secondsTo you, yes. Who imagined with me the future while you drew a smile. That you made me dream of trips, unique moments and unconditional support... That you included me in your daily life, in your new projects and even in your fantasies.
In fact, it was more you than me that strongly sewed our illusions, that reminded me how beautiful this was that we had and that nothing and no one would separate us. Who told me that all he needed was how it made him feel... Sometimes calm, sometimes peace, sometimes tranquility, passion and desire. Overcoming and motivation, but most of all how I valued you.
I refuse to think that you were able to erase everything with the stroke of a pen. Not only what we said to each other, but also what we hid through gestures and hugs. The desire to eat the world, to accompany each other on the couch with our eyes closed, to hold hands, to kiss, to wrap ourselves in bliss, to joke until the wee hours, to bite each other's anxieties and to brush against each other in bed, even if only millimeters away, to make sure we were there when we woke up every morning. I refuse.
Maybe we were, I don't rule it out either, but I find it hard to believe that the happy time we've woven together has frayed overnight. Call me incredulous or ignorant, but feelings rule and I have a bad habit of always surrendering their evidence.
"He who does not risk... nothing. Neither loses, nor wins; neither suffers, nor loves."
-Pablo Arribas-
To you, who left without saying goodbye and who did not bet on fighting but on abandoning. To you goes this letter, these letters lit by a love that seems not to end.
I still don't understand how this crack has arisen, this reluctance and this desire to end everything that until recently tied us together. But what kills me most inside is the uncertainty of not knowing your motives, of not even wanting to try, being the first time that the storm has come to shake us.
To fight is the verb that supports the backbone of couples, at least of those who have grown from the welfare and do not understand to abandon everything at the first time. Of those who know that union is strength, that illusion is extinguished when love evolves, but that its flame can be rekindled.
Forgive me, but I don't understand. It is impossible to close something without a key, without a lock... that you have decided to leave open. And it's even harder when you don't even consider the option of healing it or at least talking about what's going on.
Now, don't think that I don't regret all the year I've done to you. I know that at some point my actions have not corresponded to what you expected, but it is also true that I needed you to tell me. I am not perfect. A word, a gesture, a small sign... Something to tell me how you felt about the naivety of my actions. I don't have a magic wand, much to my regret.
I want to apologize, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry, if it was. But I still don't understand the abruptness of the situation. At least this first time, if there was any previous time, maybe it would be easy for me or if we had been dragging the discomfort for a long time. But that same day you took me by the hand, you told me I love you and you made me part of one of your dreams... to throw it all away for the night.
To you, yes, who left without saying goodbye. To you I address myself because your absence stings me, scratches me and makes this feeling of emptiness grow wider and wider. Because I love you, I miss you and I feel that I miss you.
"Everyone has a hut in his heart where he takes refuge when it's raining too hard outside".
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modafinil shopee
п»їTo you who left almost without saying goodbye, who after so much (or so I thought) reduced everything to insignificance. I still don't understand how you can go from hot to cold in a matter of seconds. How a glance can lose its shine in the same day and the words that used to build became bullets straight to my heart, yes, to you.
To you, yes. At what point did you change your mind that I was so ignorant not to notice? How is it possible that I kept believing that our thing was authentic and true? Why didn't you warn me when you began to perceive that our security mechanism was no longer protecting us?
I was probably left without answers, with a thousand doubts and the feeling of guilt haunting me. One day I will think that it was me, another maybe you, us or simply, time and routine... And others I will realize that going around in circles only serves to generate more anguish, more suffering and, of course, to keep you more alive, even if only in my memories...
To you, who left without saying goodbye. That you left at the first time and offered me uncertainty as an answer. At what point did you change your mind?
To you, who were everything and became nothing in a matter of secondsTo you, yes. Who imagined with me the future while you drew a smile. That you made me dream of trips, unique moments and unconditional support... That you included me in your daily life, in your new projects and even in your fantasies.
In fact, it was more you than me that strongly sewed our illusions, that reminded me how beautiful this was that we had and that nothing and no one would separate us. Who told me that all he needed was how it made him feel... Sometimes calm, sometimes peace, sometimes tranquility, passion and desire. Overcoming and motivation, but most of all how I valued you.
I refuse to think that you were able to erase everything with the stroke of a pen. Not only what we said to each other, but also what we hid through gestures and hugs. The desire to eat the world, to accompany each other on the couch with our eyes closed, to hold hands, to kiss, to wrap ourselves in bliss, to joke until the wee hours, to bite each other's anxieties and to brush against each other in bed, even if only millimeters away, to make sure we were there when we woke up every morning. I refuse.
Maybe we were, I don't rule it out either, but I find it hard to believe that the happy time we've woven together has frayed overnight. Call me incredulous or ignorant, but feelings rule and I have a bad habit of always surrendering their evidence.
"He who does not risk... nothing. Neither loses, nor wins; neither suffers, nor loves."
-Pablo Arribas-
To you, who left without saying goodbye and who did not bet on fighting but on abandoning. To you goes this letter, these letters lit by a love that seems not to end.
I still don't understand how this crack has arisen, this reluctance and this desire to end everything that until recently tied us together. But what kills me most inside is the uncertainty of not knowing your motives, of not even wanting to try, being the first time that the storm has come to shake us.
To fight is the verb that supports the backbone of couples, at least of those who have grown from the welfare and do not understand to abandon everything at the first time. Of those who know that union is strength, that illusion is extinguished when love evolves, but that its flame can be rekindled.
Forgive me, but I don't understand. It is impossible to close something without a key, without a lock... that you have decided to leave open. And it's even harder when you don't even consider the option of healing it or at least talking about what's going on.
Now, don't think that I don't regret all the year I've done to you. I know that at some point my actions have not corresponded to what you expected, but it is also true that I needed you to tell me. I am not perfect. A word, a gesture, a small sign... Something to tell me how you felt about the naivety of my actions. I don't have a magic wand, much to my regret.
I want to apologize, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry, if it was. But I still don't understand the abruptness of the situation. At least this first time, if there was any previous time, maybe it would be easy for me or if we had been dragging the discomfort for a long time. But that same day you took me by the hand, you told me I love you and you made me part of one of your dreams... to throw it all away for the night.
To you, yes, who left without saying goodbye. To you I address myself because your absence stings me, scratches me and makes this feeling of emptiness grow wider and wider. Because I love you, I miss you and I feel that I miss you.
"Everyone has a hut in his heart where he takes refuge when it's raining too hard outside".
You might be interested in...
I'm afraid to tell you that I love you
Saying I love you in a sincere way shows us as we are, exposing to the other our most vulnerable and emotional part. But from...
Being honest saves time: honesty as a way of life
Elicitation: how to get them to give us information
My favorite place, with you (emotional spaces)
c71e72f
