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Today I want to leave hereabouts something that I wrote, the truth is that to form feelings is of the things that more I like to do and that better place it to share that this. I hope that they like...
Broken heart...
The love, that feeling so difficult to deal, but for nothing complicated of feeling, is in the habit of coming to our life as a wind blast, without warning. It is possible that you do not want it, or probably do not wait for it, but there is no way of fleeing of. And it is not for that, there can make you feel the happiest human being of the world, but clearly it is not what pulls down us, which pulls down us is what comes just later...
- and, that I am going to do when it is ended?
Go that it is difficult to answer this question.
When we live through the fantasy of feeling loved and loving it makes us think that we are invincible, and we commit the mistake of thinking that it is never going to finish, but if it does it, and end as if caminaramos daily on a way that there sinks and absorbs each of the forces that in us he was living. We are there, sólos, longing for a few arms that are not going to return; for that in the middle of the ice they were the only ones capable of warmth drinking to you.
I have lived through it, and I would dare to say that it is of the ugliest pains that a heart can feel, they feel the cracks while each of the recollections hurts deeply.
Goals and dreams at the edge of the extinction, for which from one "we" happen to a "me"... And after it it cannot only any more that to try to continue, still when in your mind the only thing for that you wait is to see a call with his name in your cellular one. It remains the heart a disabled person and with few life expectancy, for which it goes that it is difficult to lose the fear of returning to love; we leave the closed heart until the love, without wanting it, catches us again. To overcome to lose someone takes either one day or two, is simply the routine that teaches us to walk on torn glasses until to the end it stops hurting. Little by little we start seeing him a bit from color to this grey in which they had transformed our days, and even it is possible that it returns to a smile escape; for that for this point you do not remember which was your last real smile.
You realize that probably the life is not so ugly as it seemed to you that day in which they said good-bye to you without mattering in all the pieces they were breaking your heart. But clear, any tragedy has his good side, the weak and ingenuous person who has his first love will not be the same that will arise when all that ends, for that after everything something of strength has to leave us. And if, it is very hard, I do not have say like that not, but do they know something?, To love is of the nicest things of the world and it would be capable of bearing ten breaks of heart, only in a few seconds more in the paradise.
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We all dealt with that feeling Darling!