“They don’t love each other in a day, nor forget themselves in two. “This phrase was erased from my mind when I first saw you. When our eyes met and you gave me the first smile. When my heart began to beat, faster and faster, guided by every step you took towards me, and it was then, within minutes of meeting us, that I fell in love with you.
I fell in love with every detail of his skin, his perfume and what I imagined would be his way of being, I imagined you without knowing you and in my imagination you were perfect, but this perfection was in my mind, reality, as wise as cruel, taught me that everything we imagined, what we dream, does not happen.
- Now I know that when it comes to loving you can only love those you really know.
- Everything else is stories.
- Expectations that no one needs to satisfy.
- So to love is to know yourself and forget is to leave a piece of me that was once shared and built with someone by your side.
I hope it’s not that girl who forgets that the idealization of the other is the poison of love, a poison that hijacks your reason and makes you see in the other what is only in your imagination. I always saw in each other what I wanted and not reality, which sooner or later imposes itself capriciously.
Although in most films we see their protagonists with one eye to swear eternal love, although in many novels love is defined with a simple wink, this does not happen in real life or, if this happens, the story continues and the spells are broken. or change, and it may be better than in a moment or end up in nothing. That same nothing you run out of air in.
Falling in love is a process of mutual knowledge, a process that takes time to be real; not much, not very little, your own time, so I hope to be this girl who does not forget that reality is more complex than fiction and that stories are stories, this writing is easy when ink is not your blood, when these drawings on the horizon are not your doubts or your hopes.
And while my love story was more of a story than a reality, that doesn’t mean that, in the face of reality, the pain I felt was also fiction, feelings are never the product of imagination, what I felt was real, so real that, although they are based on a castle without foundation, they really hurt.
“It’s hard to love a fairytale prince when he only appears in your dreams. When you wake up it’s all a nightmare, when you wake up, it’s not you who forgets everything you dreamed of, but the girl who is defeated by the expectations that your place in someone who never existed?
As much as I’m told that a nail is the one that removes another nail, I can only answer that the one who forgets what he loves without pain, does not know what love is. Because love doesn’t hurt or hurt, it’s forgetting what you liked and what didn’t really work out what marks you.
This is the life you imagined with this prince of history who ended up being a frog, that you lose when you see what really happens, that’s why you’re not just the one who forgets, you’re the only one who can rebuild your future when you wanted it didn’t exist, when you imagined something you never had, but you always wanted.
So you start from scratch, but much wiser, stories are stories, children’s stories. As you get older, you stop seeing princes or frogs complementing or hurting. When you grow up, you don’t need anyone else, because you’re the only one, now you value yourself, you love yourself and you don’t feel strange, because nothing completes it, because nothing is missing. You finally understood that you didn’t love yourself in a day, nor would you forget it in two.