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 7th 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 7th 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…
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