I'm sure you will understand me, because it was with you too, what happened to me. And I hope you understand how to forget the past and live in the present . We are all different, but, in fact, we women are all the same. The same stories happen to us, in most cases we think alike, do the same, and suffer equally. I think that everyone knows the meeting with a man who shakes his knees, trembling runs through his body and his heart starts beating, that he will break out of his chest, breaking his ribs. Similar symptoms characterize the disease, the name, which is love. Love is a person's mental state, which is characterized by a strong mental and physical attraction to another person. Love is a good feeling if it is reciprocal. And if it is not mutual, how good is it?
I knew for sure that there is an invisible connection between us that draws us to each other, and at the same time repels. At first I treated him lightly, did not take him seriously, then we switched places, and I began to suffer. We rarely saw each other, although we were neighbors. Once every six months we renewed communication. We saw, talked, kissed, hugged, in general, behaved like a normal couple in love, the next day or every other day we swore because we do not understand each other or just do not want to or just afraid, and stopped talking for six months Stably.
Then all the grievances were forgotten, only the best and most memorable memory remained, and the conversation resumed, and we again agreed on the meeting that it would all be anew. And so everything in a vicious circle, and so for many years I suffered. Quietly crying in the pillow at night, in silence, dreaming about him, fantasizing that we are together - in general, everything is standard and trivial. And then one day I realized that I had forgotten the past and that he had stayed in the past, in the same place he had a place and stopped thinking about him, dreaming, suffering without noticing it. And I understood all this like this.
Once again, having reconciled with him, we agreed to meet. I just wanted to see it and see what I feel. Worried as usual, maybe even more than usual, because I wanted to put an end to my feelings, which I had previously categorically refused to do.
Opening the door, I saw that he had not changed, I felt uncomfortable, I did not know how to approach him, as a friend or as a former, because we sort of met. The situation itself became clearer, more precisely, he clarified, gathering me in an armful, tightly embraced and my heart did not flinch. I remained calm even when he took my chewed cud from my lips. We walked, talked, he hugged me, pulled me to him, and I was glad, in general everything was as usual, except that I did not feel anything for him. Yes, I was pleased to be with him, to communicate, but I did not feel unrequited love, my heart was beating calmly and I was calm and pleasant. I knew that when I got home, I would not dream about it, and I will not cry. I have only warm feelings for him, sympathy for something bright from the past. And I cherished these feelings, feelings that I was ready to forget the past and live in the present . And even when I pulled him to him and kissed her, I did not feel anything. And then I realized that he was left in the past.
It is necessary to leave the past in the past, to live in the present and to think about the future. After all, if it did not work out with one, then it will necessarily work out with the other, there will be that person who will share your feelings, just need to open the soul and let it in, and open your eyes that would not miss it.
When you love, especially when this feeling is unrequited, it seems that every word of it has some special meaning, as though in every movement there is a hidden meaning. It seems that he loves too, but he is afraid to admit it, well, what to do, if in most cases, our men show little of their feelings. But in fact, we are only deceiving ourselves, looking at it through rose-colored glasses. Perhaps there is a sense, but not what we would like to hear. We are doing autosuggestion. Women most often include the hemisphere of the brain, which is responsible for the fantasy. Dear women! It is necessary to include that part of the brain that is responsible for logic, even if it is for women, but as, or as logic. You do not need to build fantasies, you need to believe the facts - a diamond ring - is not it a fact? Even the phrase "I love you" is sometimes deceptive, or it just sounds to us or again it's a matter of self-hypnosis. But as already accepted, a woman would not be a woman if she had sanity.
And in one perfect moment everything disappears. Or you just understand that there was nothing and there was no offense, no falsehood. And however, why is it falsehood? And how do you know that these feelings were real, if they do not exist now? Where does love disappear? Even if it subsides, the coals must remain, which could give a new wave of fire. And here it is not. He takes his hand, gives his jacket, and yet not as before, I did not sniff the smell of the jacket, did not press against the jacket, introducing it, I just wore it like any ordinary jacket. Even a kiss, or a semblance of a kiss, did not cause any emotion. Do we eventually become so stale from irresponsibility or can it really all go away? And even if it has passed, then where? Or just nothing and was not? Is such a great feeling as love can disappear? Or can it go to others or to another?
And even the thoughts of the other left me indifferent to the man whom, I thought, I loved for many years. And yet the popular saying "time heals wounds" is actually true and effective, and maybe it's not a matter of time, because nothing was broken, it's like tradition, we saw each other six months later, before every six months I was thrown into a fever then in the cold, and now my balance is not knocked down.
And all the same, you just need to close the right door, or not needed, leaving behind the door of someone we loved more than life. Perhaps the expression "more life" is said too strongly, maybe if I loved more life, I could not close that door, or I became so strong that I could overcome that unhappy feeling of unrequited love. Is it possible to overcome love? Or does it self-extinct in us, burn out like a light bulb, from the overstrain of emotions and feelings that are not expressed and undivided?
And yet, it's not for nothing that they say for thousands of years that time changes and time heals, it is. Time changes our worldview, and thus our heart wounds are dragged out, we just need to be able to survive. And you need to be able to endure. We must forget the past and open the doors for the future. And even if you ever get to the past , it will not drag you out, you will be pleased with any memories, but it will not drag you back, because you have become stronger and for the sake of the past there is no meaning. There is a past and the past remains the past, you need to live a real life, that would be the future - that's the point.