You say that you don't want to love anymore, that your last love turned your heart to dust. You can manage to live on without anyone by your side, just you and...your imagination.
If you ever think that way, you have a serious problem going on in your head. A human can never live without love. It's just not possible. Especially women...we tend to have a very stubborn heart and every time we break up we say:That's it, I'm not gonna fall in love anymore. We can't be more wrong. You can't command your heart, she does whatever she wants in order to be able to give all the love that's stored inside of her.
If you've been deceived once in love, it doesn't mean that it'll happen again. You can't waste your time thinking about how he dumped you, or how stupid you were to believe in him, to fall for his charms. You have to move on, and give your heart a chance to heal and learn to love again with no fear. You don't know who you'll meet next. Maybe he's the one to make you feel like a true woman, like you are loved for real.
To fear love, it's like to fear to live, to breathe. Well don't be anymore. Just go for it because live is damn short.
ART
Wednesday 14 December 2011
Thursday 8 December 2011
Why do we sometimes fall in love with the wrong person?
Have you ever asked yourself why do we fall in love? Why is it that we need to love, to have someone by our side? I did; but I didn't find the answer. But the most confusing part is this: why do we sometimes fall in love with the wrong person?
I think that I found the answer to my question...I think. Our heart does not have the possibility to think. She just goes for it. When you see that person that catches your eyes and when you feel your heart pounding like crazy, you know that you've started to fall in love. Maybe at first sight it can't be love, but nobody knows. It's stupid how you spend your days talking to that person, then he/she invites you out, you go, see him/her, talk, and fall in love. But you feel something is not right, it just can't be that easy. As a woman, you dedicate yourself to make the person you love happy, you don't think about anything else. You get worried when he doesn't answer you calls, when he ignores your messages. Why do women have to be so caring, why do we have to give all our love to that person, to take our heart and say:"Here, you have it,it's yours". We have a brain, but in love, I'm sorry to say but we don't use it.
In the end we all get our hearts broken. But women don't take it as well as men do. We cry our eyes out, we can't think straight anymore, we think how we could have been so stupid, how could this happen to us? Our heart heals very slow, it takes months, maybe years to heal a wound; but the scar will always be there reminding us of the moments that we spent with our loved one, and the moment that we broke up.
Life has many obstacles that are hard to pass, and we sometimes get stuck.When we fall in love, we wish to stop time, to never let go of that person, to have him/her by our side for as long as it's possible. But when love is gone, we don't know how to make time go faster, to forget faster. Well a true love can NEVER be forgotten. We will have the scar that our loved one made on our heart forever.
But we have to be strong no matter what, and hope that one day we will find that "special one" who will not make us suffer, the right person.
I think that I found the answer to my question...I think. Our heart does not have the possibility to think. She just goes for it. When you see that person that catches your eyes and when you feel your heart pounding like crazy, you know that you've started to fall in love. Maybe at first sight it can't be love, but nobody knows. It's stupid how you spend your days talking to that person, then he/she invites you out, you go, see him/her, talk, and fall in love. But you feel something is not right, it just can't be that easy. As a woman, you dedicate yourself to make the person you love happy, you don't think about anything else. You get worried when he doesn't answer you calls, when he ignores your messages. Why do women have to be so caring, why do we have to give all our love to that person, to take our heart and say:"Here, you have it,it's yours". We have a brain, but in love, I'm sorry to say but we don't use it.
In the end we all get our hearts broken. But women don't take it as well as men do. We cry our eyes out, we can't think straight anymore, we think how we could have been so stupid, how could this happen to us? Our heart heals very slow, it takes months, maybe years to heal a wound; but the scar will always be there reminding us of the moments that we spent with our loved one, and the moment that we broke up.
Life has many obstacles that are hard to pass, and we sometimes get stuck.When we fall in love, we wish to stop time, to never let go of that person, to have him/her by our side for as long as it's possible. But when love is gone, we don't know how to make time go faster, to forget faster. Well a true love can NEVER be forgotten. We will have the scar that our loved one made on our heart forever.
But we have to be strong no matter what, and hope that one day we will find that "special one" who will not make us suffer, the right person.
Saturday 22 October 2011
People you love
I just realized yesterday a thing that kind of shocked my world. All can happened in just a second. I brought back from my memory a happening that took place on the 8 th March this year. That day changed my life. I was put face to face with death.
My grandfather had suffered a pulmonary embolism and was on the edge of dying. I remember like it was yesterday: I was 3:45 in the morning. I was sleeping soundless when I heard my grandma scream like the end of the world had come. I didn't have time to think; I just went downstairs to see what happened. And there I saw my grandfather lying on the floor, white as a paper with his eyes rolled back, looking aimlessly. I just can't describe in words what I felt then. Right there, in front of me was lying the person that I love the most, the one that was a TRUE father to me. I didn't know what to do first: to see if grandfather was still living or try to calm my grandmother because I was afraid for her as well because she is suffering from high blood pressure and any strong emotion could put her in danger. So I did both. While I was checking the pulse of my grandpa I tried to calm my grandma. I don't know how I had the power to scream as hard as I did but I got her to calm down. Next I realized that my grandfather was still alive. He had a weak pulse but slowly started to move his eyes and look around. I usually cry when I see this on TV but there, in real life, I couldn't. I just had to stay strong because I was alone. My parents are abroad and I was alone with them. I checked to see if he hadn't bumped his head and I lifted him up as I could, and started to talk with him. He was so scared, he was shaking, cold. I began talking to him. He was scared of dying. I ran for the phone, still talking to him. I called an ambulance and kept him talking. I was hugging him as hard as I could, I was trying my best to calm him down. I don't know from where all that power came from... To be a little funny now, I guess that all the books that I read and me studying for med school actually were useful. The ambulance got to him, he was sent to the hospital together with my grandma, and I stayed home, alone, thinking on what just happened.
Sitting alone in a dark room, I decided on something. I will become a doctor, no matter what. I don't want this to happen again. I was angry at myself because I didn't know what was that he suffered from to help him more. But thanks to God everything is good now. He's alive, healthy, and just turned 74 yesterday.
I can't forget the next 3 weeks. I was in the hospital in the morning and after school every day. One day he told the men that were there that I'm not his grandchild, I'm his daughter. God I so wanted to cry, but I remained tough and just smiled. I am thanking God for helping him get healthy, and for giving me enough strength to stay focused and calm.
So everybody, everyday tell the people around you that you love them, appreciate them more, because you never know what could happened next
My grandfather had suffered a pulmonary embolism and was on the edge of dying. I remember like it was yesterday: I was 3:45 in the morning. I was sleeping soundless when I heard my grandma scream like the end of the world had come. I didn't have time to think; I just went downstairs to see what happened. And there I saw my grandfather lying on the floor, white as a paper with his eyes rolled back, looking aimlessly. I just can't describe in words what I felt then. Right there, in front of me was lying the person that I love the most, the one that was a TRUE father to me. I didn't know what to do first: to see if grandfather was still living or try to calm my grandmother because I was afraid for her as well because she is suffering from high blood pressure and any strong emotion could put her in danger. So I did both. While I was checking the pulse of my grandpa I tried to calm my grandma. I don't know how I had the power to scream as hard as I did but I got her to calm down. Next I realized that my grandfather was still alive. He had a weak pulse but slowly started to move his eyes and look around. I usually cry when I see this on TV but there, in real life, I couldn't. I just had to stay strong because I was alone. My parents are abroad and I was alone with them. I checked to see if he hadn't bumped his head and I lifted him up as I could, and started to talk with him. He was so scared, he was shaking, cold. I began talking to him. He was scared of dying. I ran for the phone, still talking to him. I called an ambulance and kept him talking. I was hugging him as hard as I could, I was trying my best to calm him down. I don't know from where all that power came from... To be a little funny now, I guess that all the books that I read and me studying for med school actually were useful. The ambulance got to him, he was sent to the hospital together with my grandma, and I stayed home, alone, thinking on what just happened.
Sitting alone in a dark room, I decided on something. I will become a doctor, no matter what. I don't want this to happen again. I was angry at myself because I didn't know what was that he suffered from to help him more. But thanks to God everything is good now. He's alive, healthy, and just turned 74 yesterday.
I can't forget the next 3 weeks. I was in the hospital in the morning and after school every day. One day he told the men that were there that I'm not his grandchild, I'm his daughter. God I so wanted to cry, but I remained tough and just smiled. I am thanking God for helping him get healthy, and for giving me enough strength to stay focused and calm.
So everybody, everyday tell the people around you that you love them, appreciate them more, because you never know what could happened next
Sunday 2 October 2011
Hidden love
"When you are 16 you fall in love with anyone, when you turn 17 you think you found the right person. By the time you turn 18 you have already been deceived. When you are 19 things are starting to get better, and by the time you are 20 you start all over again". Being in love is one of the joys of life. We are the most happy in the whole wide world when we love. But what about the ones that love in secret? What is their life like?
They hide their love for what? Because they're to shy to confess, because they are afraid they'll be rejected, because they know that there's no way he/she would accept his/her love? I think one of the mentioned above is the answer. At first, for them it will be enough just to see that person, just to see his face, to see his smile, to know that he/she's healthy. But they're just deceiving themselves. As time passes they'll want more, they'll want to be noticed, to be loved as well. But they still decide to keep their love a secret. Why?
When , let's say you're to shy, you'll call a friend and ask for help. He/she gives you the advice to come forward and confess, but you can't. And the day you decide to take the big step, you find out from your so called friend that he/she helped him/her to confess to another person,because you were to shy to do it. But you still keep your love for him intact and wait for the day in that he/she would notice you.
Regardless of the problem that you have: you're to shy, to scared, alone, everyone should confess their love(look who' talking ;)) ), because we only have one life, and we should enjoy it at its fullest. Forget about everything and go for it.
They hide their love for what? Because they're to shy to confess, because they are afraid they'll be rejected, because they know that there's no way he/she would accept his/her love? I think one of the mentioned above is the answer. At first, for them it will be enough just to see that person, just to see his face, to see his smile, to know that he/she's healthy. But they're just deceiving themselves. As time passes they'll want more, they'll want to be noticed, to be loved as well. But they still decide to keep their love a secret. Why?
When , let's say you're to shy, you'll call a friend and ask for help. He/she gives you the advice to come forward and confess, but you can't. And the day you decide to take the big step, you find out from your so called friend that he/she helped him/her to confess to another person,because you were to shy to do it. But you still keep your love for him intact and wait for the day in that he/she would notice you.
Regardless of the problem that you have: you're to shy, to scared, alone, everyone should confess their love(look who' talking ;)) ), because we only have one life, and we should enjoy it at its fullest. Forget about everything and go for it.
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