Everybody says that Love can heal any wound. Love can make your dream of impossible. It can make you believe in yourself again and the people around you. It gives you hope for a better life and a life with a lot of hope. I have always said that I have a couple of relationships. Some of them become a marriage, I have kids, but to be honest. I have never fallen in Love, sadly. Every time I said that last part, people used to look at me like feeling sorry for me. And I never understood why, and I find it very annoying, why people would act like that? Like everything we do not know about, you do not miss it or do not care. But, to me, it was normal. I never have an example of what it is to be in a loving relationship. My parents were terrible with us and between them, so to me, that was a healthy marriage. Life showed me how wrong I was and how unhappy I was always. Two fail weddings and no love, and now I know why people felt sorry for me and why it was so difficult to understand me. I felt in Love with my kids but not with the father. It is sad. But life goes on, and not being able to fall in Love kept me from thinking about it unless somebody brought it up. And when they did, well, we know what I would answer, and we know what they will say and, of course, follow by the facial expression of confusion and pity. But I was used to that reaction. I had it all my life, nothing new. Well, nothing lasts forever; they say, we all get our turn to felt in Love. And God, what a wonderful feeling, and how painful it is, why do people like to fall in Love? So many ups and downs, so many tears of happiness and sadness at the same time. Now I understand how complicated Love can be, or it is us that complicate things? I do not know. It is so beautiful when you have all those butterflies in your stomach going around. You feel like singing, dancing, and being full of joy, feeling beautiful, strong like nothing can ruin your life. You feel like everything in this world is perfect; the past does not bother you anymore. God has sent you an angel, and you are blessed. Love, oh boy, I can get enough of this beautiful feeling. It is overwhelming!
Until you get that first argument, that makes you feel like your world. It attacked with an atomic bomb, like knives throwing at you and hit your heart, like you are dying little by little and in a lot of pain. You cannot breathe; you cannot eat, drink, sleep. How come such a wonderful feeling can make you feel so unmiserable? How many ups and down you get until everything it is at peace again? It has been a challenge the biggest one I ever face in my life, and I meet many of them. It is like the ocean big and beautiful, but at the same time deadly. Once you are submerging in Love it can take your breath away and leave you dying slowly. Nothing matters anymore until you can get it back until your heart can feel the warmth of that Love again. As beautiful as Love is also can be deadly. And like a sunset, it will be bright up your day back tomorrow and make you smile and happy with its beauty.
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