She broke his heart three times accurate, so chose a lack of commitment to a story way, to wait for a love that seemed would never come.
She fell in love three times, the first man I love dearly, but one day, wiped out their hopes, sank into oblivion and silence perpetuated posthumously. Years would pass for a sleepless night in his arms caught it, fill it with kisses and he promised to return to the past, she a little too much pride and disappointment, he decided to leave it in the memory of history. There's nothing like the satisfaction of feeling that a man returns and no longer wants to be with him.
That first man led the teen dreams, with him were long letters of love, vast seas of tears to the door of his house, graffiti winter and sadness in the world sadder than it seemed everlasting that lasted for years. I left a couple of funny stories, chat corner in the morning and a storm that scared all but two of them ...
The second love, hinted, but never acted, shy, withdrawn, heading into his world, no as a priority and put it in an effort to build history for the two, and undid everything you need to be shared happiness. But there are men who do not look beyond their noses that they can not read or feel the immense love that is harboring.
So one day she decided to ignore it, kill it for its present and even accommodate between oblivion of their stuff, just went silent and so changed courses, meetings and even thoughts. The man
inert, only left him the memory of his good picture, tiny words between quotations and saved too much silence, unbearable to accept and want to share ...
So he found the third love, with a new address, with another hair color and a wild desire to feel loved, I wanted this in every way, he went crazy for him, hated to the glut and forgave him more times yet.
This only served to realize what kind of man did not want to repeat, the injured and she put the chest until one day many impacts tired of loving and feeling unloved, threw it forever and for every life where could find ...
The third just left a big pain, a broken dream and some times they wanted to be happy ...
so decided not to love more, remove the men from his way, preferring the stories of a kiss and a goodbye, to dare to fly in new romantic dreams ...
Unbelievable, skeptical, one night I met him, he does not promised to lower the sky, which only took her hand to read the scars they had sailed past ...
She tried to escape, did not believe he struggled to not fall in love, but the immense love of this man changed his plans unforeseen , dreams and all convictions that he believed they would be forever ...
He was able to find strategies to open the roads that she had locked up the essence of his soul, he understood that the ferocity with which he defended his world was simply a way to guard against the pain ...
He did not promise he made to newspaper showed that his love was a lie and so tamed the beast that one day again believe in love, that he had never given so much to this dream of a yearning for a lifetime ...
. and P.
Journal Published in Depth, July 12, 2009
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