When people ask me about my feelings, I struggle to contain the silent, powerful, and burning secret that has inhabited me for so many years... Inside me, the light accumulates and painfully pushes against every square inch of my skin, yearning to find its way out. As for you, finally free from the prison of lies that you and yours had built, you repair yourself and prepare... Soon, on the summer swing, in the aura of our laughter, I will push you towards the sun to feel in your shouts all the magic of a child with lungs swollen with joy and freedom...
Falling out of love is a terrible thing… In the whirlwind of discovery and passion, we shape the other in the image of our dreams and desires. Then time forces them to reclaim their true place… The lines blur, distort, shatter… the colors fade… For a while, we try to adapt, convincing ourselves that their flaws are charming, amusing, endearing quirks. But slowly, the ‘us’ fades, and the ‘I’ regains its strength… The mind takes over, eclipsing the heart. The children we once were become adults again… A phase of tolerance begins—we reason with ourselves, telling ourselves that perfect, everlasting love is just a utopian illusion, that we must accept the little things that bother us and focus on what’s beautiful in them… Positivity, the survival instinct of love, the Then comes the moment when habits take hold. Passive acceptance. Resignation. The other becomes a fixture in our lives, like a piece of furniture… until fatigue and reflection creep in. We begin analyzing everything, qu...

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