And how much doubt there was in that look. I had no choice, but there was no doubt whether I should continue the story I was living. The truth is, your heart wanted another way. Until now, I thought I was on the right track, right way, until it was time to say yes. And who doesn’t mean yes? But how many changes would it take to force herself to live or get used to it, she was convinced of her happiness and did not need the certainty that came from outside, but her certainty, the certainty of her own heart, that certainty in relation to all that implied this relationship, which she did not yet have.
I had postponed this suffering for a few days, I didn’t feel comfortable talking about giving up with anyone, she was afraid of what I could face, I already knew that the battle was going to be a long and dark war, and I needed to design all the details very well, so that nothing was left out.
- This love was different and its uncertainty revolved around the question: how can we not love this man?She’d wonder if she was out of her way.
- He was calm.
- Accepted his complaints.
- Spoke little and had a quiet look.
- A quiet step.
- It was good.
- But for her.
- It was just him.
It was then that there was twice a marriage proposal, and they live together, this story is not the one she always dreamed of and why she stays in the air, because she only thought of being alone on the beach, listening to what sound she loved so much, having a glass of wine and bringing her reflections from a life, which seems a century ago. Why wasn’t married life as important as it used to be?What has really changed?
It’s funny because in the end she thinks and feels a feeling of oppression in her chest and everything gets confusing in her head, because not wanting isn’t as simple as wanting, how can you deny your dreams, how can we understand that the whole truth she dreamed of now was just an illusion?A remnant of the image reproduced on the sofa of the room, waiting for the next video game, without ostentation, without glamour, without love and everything.
And his heart now beats strong, beats without rest, for an adventure in the desert. Her dreams are a small handbag, a backpack and a path outside, exploring spaces, meeting people, without fear. But she hardly sees the way. Outside, her dream is at the front door, knocking on the door, a pizza in one hand and a satisfied smile on her face.
I couldn’t destroy someone’s life, as they did so many times with her. Destroying dreams is a very serious matter and must be dealt with very, very carefully. And thinking about all this, suddenly his throat seems to close and he feels a knot of tears that cuts off his breath, in the middle of the 21st century there was no way to pretend and run away, his freedom of choice did not allow him to stage, a certain despair takes hold of his mental health, everything seems to be meaningless, then in an act of asking for help , kneels in prayer and asks God to guide his thoughts, his choices, but the constant silence of prayer for God is suspended in the air, with no answers coming from nothing.
She looks at this man sitting on his couch, eating pizza and laughing at something stupid that’s going on on TV, she feels tenderness, which isn’t enough to warm her heart with passion, but she still waits a little, backs up, bites her fingernail. , approaches the window asking for silent help for him to understand his signals. Yes, she was completely cowardly, immature and selfish and wasn’t afraid of these trials, she just didn’t want to have to say an ending. I wanted to be the one who would land the end in the mouth of my stomach, but never destroy the illusion of those who dreamed one day by your side. Turns out there was no other way today, the game was a chessboard where chess and matte was essential, but she didn’t understand anything about the games, nothing at all.
Then, once again, he rang the bell. He opened the door announcing the end, and so, of all the things he had seen in his life, the disappointment in that consciously provoked look was perhaps the worst of all.
She was fired, tears, relief for one, suffocating for the other, starting again for one, ending for the other. A sad day along with two opposing motives. The absurd feeling of not controlling or understanding. The record sounds scratched on the disco Player, cries alone, looks at the night sky of April and there a thousand stars dance with the moon, the smell of night envelops their consciousness: it is over and the end, like every end, is tragic and hurts.
His eyes look at the night and he knows that his path is ahead, opening up, and now he doesn’t want to wait for anything, just to live what he has, he lives every unique experience that presents life to him, and he knows that he will use them. all in the best way.
but his heart still knows he did the best he could at the time
One love goes away, another arrives and life dances to the rhythm of the endless noria of an amusement park that exists in the mind, happiness exists pure and simple, completes nothing and she follows her path, smiling at the life that flashes her eyes and already has a rabbit in her hat for the next round!