With a pack of cigarettes, a cup of tea with milk and a storm between the head and heart appeased by the modern marvel called fluoxetine, I decided to see what I write, but inevitably it all leads to this reflection, we are all beggars in our loves. Beggars
that we love, begging for forgiveness and beggars plead that we want none of this had happened, we are always constantly in search of our love ideal (which does not exist) or any person that resembles our ideal. We
first contact, trying to find the eyes and then start a conversation, we went into an outlet on a conversation that supports our desire to be with that person. And things were already beginning to meet and develop a relationship and then finish it, if we are willing and trying to solve everything, but the fact is that we are always asking for love and affection, we are destitute of affection improvising all my heart always.
What I propose is that we leave behind barriers and give everything you have saved to that love without thinking of the consequences and without looking back, a purge of love so we can enjoy all that the next time that person called love and feel the most, behind the words, behind all our perspectives and be a blank slate that can lead to emotional stability.
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