As if...

I can't tell you of how much you've broken my heart. I can not count every pieces of it, send it to you, one by one so you could see the damage. It would take too long. 
I can not make you feel how i feel about all of this. And the worst part of it is that even if could, it wouldn't change a thing because it doesn't matter to you. That's how much it aches. It doesn't matter to you. 

Breath on, sis, breath on..this shall pass too.

Forgiveness isn't something we do for other people. We do it for ourselves to get well and move on. Once we do it, it gets very easier to forget, another hard thing to do sometimes, because trying to forget someone you love(d) is like trying to remember someone you never met. And sometimes people don't notice what we do for them until we stop doing.
The easy part of life is finding someone to love. The hard part is finding someone to love you back. And you deserve that someone that makes you happy, doesn't complicate your life. Somebody who won't hurt you. And it's very scary because every person has at least one secret that would break your heart.
Love is like a lost object. If you search too hard, you won't find it. But if you forget about it momentanily, it will show up in the most unexpected way.
When someone loves you they don't have to say it. You can tell by the way they treat you.
Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess, just breathe and have faith that everything will work out for the best.
Telling the truth and making someone cry is better then telling lies to make people smile. Trust is like an eraser. It gets smaller and smaller after every mistake.
So, find a partner who encourage you to grow, who won't cling to you, who will let you go out into the world and trust that you will come back.
And if you are looking for the love of your life, stop. He (she) will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love.

Rare guy indeed...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Esqueci do dia das bruxas...

Forget and forgive and forget again.

The naked truth is always way much better than the best-dressed lie.

Relief

Se sentimos alívio quando mudamos de assunto é porque já não havia mais o que dizer além de adeus.

E a jornada fica mais suave quando não carregamos nosso passado. Então seguimos leves, sem olhar para trás.

                                        And feel free!!!

Silêncio

Ela deveria ter dito "me liga sim" quando ele disse que talvez viesse para São Paulo. E deveria ter dito "um café, claro, me liga pra gente combinar" quando ele disse que levaria seus pais ao litoral e que poderiam tomar aquele café. Porque ela achou ótimo, queria vê-lo. E foi o que disse por dentro! Mas se conteve ao responder no teclado, por medo. Medo de se empolgar demais e criar expectativas e nada acontecer, como em outras vezes. Medo de mostrar o que sente. Deveria lhe dizer que sente sua falta. Mas e se ele não disser o mesmo? Já aconteceu assim. De novo, o medo.
Escreveu, reescreveu, mandou uma mensagem. E agora ele é só silêncio.
Apesar de tudo, dos textos afobados, sente-se aliviada por dizer o que lhe sufocava a garganta, por lhe perguntar o que ele quer. Ah, que pergunta difícil! O que você quer? E tão difícil quanto perguntar é ficar sem resposta. Ela ainda não sabe. Não sabe se ele se importou com o que leu, se apenas ignorou, se se ofendeu. Não sabe mais nada. Só sabe seu silêncio.