paradise

Se amar de verdade é desejar sempre o teu abraço, se é não conseguir controlar o sorriso bobo ao falar contigo, se é conversar quase todos os dias e ainda assim sentir saudades… Se amar de verdade é me sentir super mal quando vejo que você não está bem e eu não posso ajudar, se é querer acima de tudo a sua felicidade, se é sentir uma angústia enorme só em pensar em te perder… Se amar de verdade é ir dormir pensando em nós dois e imaginar possíveis ou até impossíveis momentos juntos, se é ver em ti a melhor pessoa pra mim, se é desejar te ter por perto mais que qualquer outra pessoa do mundo… Então, acho que estou no caminho certo !

Everytime I watc love stories, I cry not because I was touched by the movie but because I know it will never happen to me. Nobody will love me and I am sure about that. It is hard to live alone but I think I should bear with it because’s nobody’s going to sacrifice himself for me— to live with me.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I think I can’t be loved. I can’t be someone’s special someone. I envy girls I see everyday with their boys clinging to them. I can’t imagine myself being with someone who is very happy with me. I know relationships are just possible in my daydreams and I know I will die alone without nobody to lean on to.

I hate the fact that even uglier girls than me have their own lovelife. I guess true love’s not really looking for the face value. I feel pain in my heart everytime I realize I will not have anyone to kiss, to hug or even to say goodnight. It’s very hard to accept the fact that I am all alone, even in my brightest or darkest hour, I am still alone.

I envy my friends because they have someone to call everytime they are scared or they need help. But me? I only have my shadow woth me and it leaves me in my darkest moment.

It’s so sad to see your phone having no text messages, having no hi and hello, having no missed calls and messages asking if I am okay or not. I am a useless person. I am nothing but someone who is just passing by, viewing everyone’s life.

When I die, I know nobody will remember me but my family. If they die before me then nobody will remember me.

If there is someone who can love me I will salute him with all my heart and soul. How can he do that? Staying at the center of sunlight is more bearable than loving me. Can anyone love me?? Hell no. I am sure even if I pay you, you can’t. That is how cold I am. I am somebody you used to see in the movies who are just passing by. No fate, no appearance, and no story.

Мои друзья:

Я:

Любовь — чувство, свойственное человеку, глубокая привязанность к другому человеку или объекту, чувство глубокой симпатии.

Любовь — одна из фундаментальных и общих тем в мировой культуре и искусстве. Рассуждения о любви и её анализ как явления восходят к древнейшим философским системам и литературным памятникам, известным людям.

Любовь рассматривается также как философская категория, в виде субъектного отношения, интимного избирательного чувства, направленного на предмет любви.

Способность к любви у высших животных может проявляться в форме привязанности, сложных взаимоотношений социального типа внутри группы, но в полной мере она спорна и пока не подтверждена.

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