People will say that how silly I am for letting what I have to be gone, it’s my side of the story that people doesn’t know, so should I go out and tell everyone about my side of the story? Nope, I won’t waste my time doing that, let people think what they think, I’m not here to impress everyone, I’m here to impress myself, live my life and reaching out for my dreams.
Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move makes me feel like I can’t live without you. I want you to stay.
It Comes To An End
When you are about to lose something, when what you breathe for slip away between your fingers, you learn to appreciate. We were the right love but at the extremely wrong time, if we only got together later in our life, we would have lasted for a way long time. I’m letting go of everything I thought that we would become. I’m letting go of thinking of her every single day, more than once. I’m letting go of secretly hoping that we will one day end up together. I’m letting go of waiting. I have realized once and for all that I am not meant to be with her. She’s an amazing and beautiful person, I really hope she knows that. I’m not saying she’s perfect, nobody is perfect and anyone would be very dull if they were, but she ticks a lot of boxes, put it that way if you want. I would be so proud to call her my girlfriend, I would be proud to always look out for her and be the one she cry into when she’s upset, the one who looks after her when she’s ill, the one who she shout at and squealed when she’s upset and the one who always vouches for here no matter what happens. Am I just some desperate romantic fool? Oh, probably yes, but I hope she knows these words are the truest words I can leave her with. God has taught me so much about myself this year. In hindsight, I consider this is a blessing. But, despite the fact that I have been growing a lot, I still have a lot of healing to do. In order to do that, I tell her goodbye and to bad she’s not in front of me for me to say that last goodbye because we are far apart. This is how it all came to an end. I know that time heals all. I know eventually people will stop asking, and it will get easier. While a big part of me wishes I could forget everything, an even bigger part of me has believed that everything has purpose. While the purpose may not be clear now, I have hope that someday it will be. That is the beauty of fate. I have hope that things will get better not just on my end, but on hers’ as well. Severance is never easy, goodbyes are never perfect, and I’m finally at peace with that. “So goodbye and take care, may you find joy in all that you do. Thank you for everything single little thing you did for me and I appreciate it. I only have the best of wishes for you.”
I WANT TO BE A POTATOE.
Patatoes are very peaceful. They live a short but peaceful humble life. They just grow underground surrounded by soft and quiet dirt,then when its time, get picked and eaten. Short but sweet. They dont need to worry bout deadlines and traffic jams. Patatoes. Its a new life philosophy. I WANT TO BE A POTATOE.
Brad Pitt about his wife
My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute. I gave her a lot of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much.
And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.
If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.