The curse of not being able to change themselves
I thought of the old post I wrote some time ago. What seems to have had more success if you look at the visits.
I'm talking about the post on the Prince blue. About how an injury can come to change a person for better or for worse.
Talk to the prince, this strange figure of the imaginary idealistic women. The man who embodies all the dreams and the technical prescriptions that a girl would marry that man. As I described in
post in question I've always seen as a positive character. Someone who does not live in a relationship based on your personal pleasure, that lives in a relationship with values \u200b\u200band ideals that today there are more and perhaps there never were. Perhaps it has always been a lie that people have told to believe that things should not be as they are.
Unfortunately I have always believed and despite what has happened and the pain that I felt I still believe it.
I still believe in loyalty, I still believe in sharing that one must have when you're with someone.
I still believe that when I decide to stay with a person, to share my life, whether all or only a part, it must be total, I have no secrets to this person, I have to give me completely, and ensure that this does the itself.
Unfortunately not everyone thinks so. I think we are really very few people still think so.
I think that's why George has proved to be the wrong person for me. I believe in loyalty and faithfulness too, in making my partner the center of my life, and perhaps may be selfish on my part, but I thought and hoped it was the same for her. So it was not.
But that is what I want to talk now. What I want to talk about is the fact that now I miss "what I thought was George". That person is part of you, jokingly call it "my wireless device." Part of me in every way, but an individual who is not me here. As if my heart or my soul had its legs and walk around in a body that is not mine. Did I miss LA
relationship, having someone beside you is everything for me.
listened to these notes and made me think about this.
Maybe some "Prince Charming" simply can not give up, because that is what they are. Although many forces are trying to change them and I can even though many, they will only have time to lick their wounds and then resume always the same road.
The past is past and as such is lost in the mists of time and memory, in the end I always just rest
I'm talking about the post on the Prince blue. About how an injury can come to change a person for better or for worse.
Talk to the prince, this strange figure of the imaginary idealistic women. The man who embodies all the dreams and the technical prescriptions that a girl would marry that man. As I described in
post in question I've always seen as a positive character. Someone who does not live in a relationship based on your personal pleasure, that lives in a relationship with values \u200b\u200band ideals that today there are more and perhaps there never were. Perhaps it has always been a lie that people have told to believe that things should not be as they are.
Unfortunately I have always believed and despite what has happened and the pain that I felt I still believe it.
I still believe in loyalty, I still believe in sharing that one must have when you're with someone.
I still believe that when I decide to stay with a person, to share my life, whether all or only a part, it must be total, I have no secrets to this person, I have to give me completely, and ensure that this does the itself.
Unfortunately not everyone thinks so. I think we are really very few people still think so.
I think that's why George has proved to be the wrong person for me. I believe in loyalty and faithfulness too, in making my partner the center of my life, and perhaps may be selfish on my part, but I thought and hoped it was the same for her. So it was not.
But that is what I want to talk now. What I want to talk about is the fact that now I miss "what I thought was George". That person is part of you, jokingly call it "my wireless device." Part of me in every way, but an individual who is not me here. As if my heart or my soul had its legs and walk around in a body that is not mine. Did I miss LA
relationship, having someone beside you is everything for me.
listened to these notes and made me think about this.
Maybe some "Prince Charming" simply can not give up, because that is what they are. Although many forces are trying to change them and I can even though many, they will only have time to lick their wounds and then resume always the same road.
The past is past and as such is lost in the mists of time and memory, in the end I always just rest
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