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“This. Whatever this is between us, it’s toxic for you and me. I am not in the same place you are. I can’t offer you my heart. And whatever what you’re feeling. It’s not real. Feelings like this need time. Situations. To be developed . !? It doesn’t make any sense what you’re saying. ? That’s not what you think it is “ he blurted “ LOVE.. say it you mean love “ she thought in her Mind again.
She felt numb and frozen. What is she doing ! She’s been trying to convince him that he loves her that she loves him that their feelings are real. What kind of crazy twisted person she looks like in his eyes now. It’s hard when you try to convince people that you love them , such feeling should reach them without even you trying to say it. Let alone what she was trying to do. (To convince him that HE loves Her ) but he is just unaware of it while she is !! Looks like madness to any sane eye “ you are right. It doesn’t make sense and this is exactly why am sure it’s real, that kind of emotions. (Love in her mind again ., ) It never makes sense. And if it made sense then it’s not what it is (love but she didn’t dare to say the word ) “. She said. “ so yes. Despite every logic in the world you and even me once believed in. Despite the weird fact that the TIME we spent together or even talking to each other is less than the TIME we tried to stay away from each other. I know you. I know your soul. Your heart. I ... could see them. Clearly. And you are ... BEAUTIFUL in every meaning of the world “
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letterstothemoon88 · 3 years
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How is it possible?
You don’t get to ask how when it comes to the matters if the heart
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letterstothemoon88 · 3 years
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Sometimes people hurt more than they can handle... And sometimes they don't know how to ask for help. They're so caught up in their own pain, they end up hurting everyone around them.
— Rebecca Donovan, Barely Breathing
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letterstothemoon88 · 3 years
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That is why I write — to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.
— Paulo Coelho
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