Planning

This evening I decided to start working on my Business English books...

The answer of my last posted message

...it's all about stupidity

The model Luciana versus my normal person

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When we decide if we are good enough for a man? What we have to do to be the only one that our man dreams? Firstly, is that possible?

I think that each of us has his charm and there is somewhere in this world a person for who we are the most beautiful women...the beauty of our body and the beauty of our mind are enough for stopping him dreaming about another women? Apparantly....no, there aren't There is always someone more attractive than us. How can we compete with a model? We can't...we just hope that she's inaccesible...but is that enough? Should we accept that we'll be allways inferior in the eyes of the same man? I don't know the answer. I don't know if it is about jalousie, selfconfidence or stupidity, but I know that it hurt me to be the normal women, that he doesn't dream.

After 5 days

Some people wonder if love really exists. I don’t know the answer, but I think people need hope, need to believe in a better life. My little person have known what we call love 4 years ago, with its happy and sad moments. When I felt rejected, I hardly dry my tears saying to me that maybe it wasn’t to be in this life…but in the next one; like I said: we need hope to go on. A great philosopher agreed that each of us has 7 lives and even if we meet our soul mate in every life, just in the last one we can share together our existence. Time passed and when I expect least to feel my heart beating again, I meet the man who turned the back at my feelings 4 years ago. I thought dreaming, but I hold my dream trying to convince me, that maybe this is my 7^th life.

…and this night, even if I know my days are empty without him, I’m wondering if my frequent presence doesn’t do his days too heavy. After 5 days, I feel I’m not good, beautiful and intelligent enough for him. He’s in love about another girl, another kind of girl…not me. I feel he wants someone better and his silence killing me slowly.

This night my thoughts are dark and hurt me; Am I just jealous like he said? I realize so quickly that was just a dream and I’m far away of living my 7^th life? Or love is not mane to make us happy?

This time, I’ll not cry. If things go wrong, I’ll accept my stupid little person, condition and mistakes, I’ll delete love of my poor vocabulary and I’ll spend the rest of my days without dreaming or hopping…but feeding other people dreams and waiting the end…because even if they’ll suffer also because of love, they’ll always remember the first few wonderful days it offered us…