We often fear the end of a relationship for fear of suffering, how many marriages, commitments, dating languish and yet the woman or man retains it, as if it were grabbing the leg, without letting go of the other?
The truth is that no one in full enjoyment of their love faculties embarks on a love story already thinking of jumping on the first pothole. On the contrary, we think of lasting love, for life, who even knows about other lives?!The human being tries to make it work, but from time to time the locomotive breaks down, the ship collides, the plane falls, from time to time it is over. And when it’s over, it better be over soon, right away, in fear. In the jump, overnight, in the blink of an eye, on the way back from the fair, like the bag that tears down the bottom and spreads the tomatoes. on the way down. There’s no turning back.
- Because it’s too sad to see a love languish.
- The love that dies slowly dies dying.
- Suffers exhausted.
- Semi-death.
- Queds its thirst with a drip where yesterday the emotion.
- The interest.
- The enthusiasm.
- The fascination sprang up.
- The horrible.
- The love is so sad that it gets sick and begins to disappear gradually.
- Decreasing.
- Decreasing.
- Saying goodbye.
Even in the calm, calm sweetness that follows a mad passion?It’s no longer love when everything is more or less, this way or baked, it doesn’t matter. Those who love need to know and feel that they really do. table or just wants to please the other while trying to convince himself that he is happy.
It’s sad, but the desire to feel love is not love, it’s just a desire to feel love. It’s just an old, good intention. Empty hearts are also full of good intentions.
It’s not enough. Trying to save what went away, the joy of the beginning, the cold in the initial belly, the mad passion, all this does not realize that the road is over, the disgust passes, settles horribly and we do not even notice it. you have to find your way. Together or separately, but no. Most of the time, instead of doing so quickly, they prolong their futility as someone who seeks to punish the mind and get rid of the guilt of leaving.
When we control love, we are totally controlled, because love cannot be controlled. Or has he chosen someone to love? We take good care of him, we give water to the thirst, we listen to his complaints, we feed his hunger, we walk, we straighten his blanket that falls out of bed at night. But despite all this, love also collapses. And when she gets sick, she doesn’t always resist.
It is unjust, painful and unbearable to look at a love that has become everything, it pains the soul to see that tenderness weakens to cease to exist, like a sick old man who finds he is in a hospital bed, dependent on the cold mercy of Machines, life escapes into his eyes, death warps his face. We avoid it, and the more we deny it, the more pain we feel.
Loving when it ends, or when it doesn’t, hurts a lot, hurts lovers and their loved ones. It’s pain everywhere and a pain that never ends.
So it better hurt a lot, but it hurts right away, and it’s over with. In love, a horrible ending is better than endless horror. And wait, only time will unray the knots and open new paths. Just healthy weather. Only time will make the pain go away, just in time.