Maybe you'll get married or maybe not. Maybe you will have children, or maybe not. Maybe you'll get a divorce at forty. Maybe you'll dance with her on her 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever happens, don't congratulate yourself too much, but don't blame yourself either: your choices are bets, like everyone else's.
Time and distance, no one survive them, they steal your memories and your feelings for someone until there’s nothing left other than the love letters and the old photos.undefined
I had my first heartbreak at the age of 21, I had one month of tears and the determination to go to Europe to show the other person that I was capable to break the distance between us. It took me 3 years to achieve this goal, by the time we met again, I no longer felt the great admiration for this wonderful person anymore. He was once the whole world to me. I wrote, by the time of the break up back in 2016:
It was a pure first love, I could not understand at the time the concept of physical desire, passion. We were best friends and grew into love, we ended it since we felt more friends than lovers. The marks he left on me was that I read all the books from his favorite author, Haruki Murakami and I wrote my first ever English journal with more than 2000 words for this breakup.
All through the years I’ve been into different relationships that some of them I couldn’t even recall how it ended, some of them were not love, only temperary passion and desire. They weren’t soulful at all but was necessary for me to grow into womanhood.
They were predator-prey kind of relationships of toxic attraction that taught me the story of the skeleton woman, or the story of Jibaro . At the end of their stories, women grew more mentally strong and destroyed the men.
We all tend to remember how everything got started, since we didn’t expect it to end, didn’t know how it’s going to end, the freshness of saying hello, of getting to connect with each other, of having hopes and moments … …
Time and distance can prove things and take things away, no one can avoid this experience of disconnection, of brain over heart repeated over and over again through life, in the form of romance, of friendships, of the most beloved ones.
Only the love letters and photos we kept all these years would stay. If lucky enough, some memories of the feelings.