In April, the mere thought of it was for me the end of the world. I remember bursting pain and hysterical cries of longing within a few hours after returning from the airport. I thought that still only 6 weeks and we'll be together again. It was enough to wait, to survive the six weeks and had to be a happy ending. When it came I come face to face with the fact that this will not be back, I thought that was the end of the world.
But no feelings of uncertainty, a kind of confusion and emotional carousel may be the end of the world?
But no feelings of uncertainty, a kind of confusion and emotional carousel may be the end of the world?
Do I harm?
Yes. Because it can be completed otherwise. Yes, not to other resident disgust ow and bitterness.
Do I regret?
not. Because I know that it was not the man for me.
Can this fix yet?
not. And I hope that he will not try. Too many times I gave the bait.
enough.
Next week I am going to Portugal, this trip was to look completely different. He was to be a veritable honeymoon period after an infinite amount of waiting.
It will not. Again, I
in the same place where it all began.
In the park, where he was first kiss. In the restaurant where we ate dinner after a day spent in bed. In paselarii, where we ate breakfast together after the first night's sleep. On the bridge, where we huddled long, and I cried a little.
I'm afraid this trip. I'm afraid that somewhere, I see his face, that I feel the smell.
Is the current state of happiness at the side of someone else will allow me to survive this trip as it should? Joyfully, happily and without a trace of sadness? I'm counting on it.
Now I'm really well and is again someone who makes you smile. Every day. Several times. I do not know if it's something serious or not. It is good as is.
And it is a huge difference between what was receiving from the "vanishing point", or rather what did not get and I never had.
But this was not the end of the world. Continue to beat the clock, time stood still.
It will not. Again, I
in the same place where it all began.
In the park, where he was first kiss. In the restaurant where we ate dinner after a day spent in bed. In paselarii, where we ate breakfast together after the first night's sleep. On the bridge, where we huddled long, and I cried a little.
I'm afraid this trip. I'm afraid that somewhere, I see his face, that I feel the smell.
Is the current state of happiness at the side of someone else will allow me to survive this trip as it should? Joyfully, happily and without a trace of sadness? I'm counting on it.
Now I'm really well and is again someone who makes you smile. Every day. Several times. I do not know if it's something serious or not. It is good as is.
And it is a huge difference between what was receiving from the "vanishing point", or rather what did not get and I never had.
But this was not the end of the world. Continue to beat the clock, time stood still.
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