It’s easy to judge, point fingers, assume and insult. It is difficult to stop listening on automatic and start listening, trying to understand and analyze the situation.

Putting yourself in the other’s shoes is the first step of reciprocity. After all, not doing with someone what we would not like to go through, makes attitudes more sensible and mature.

Acting rationally when the moment is emotional has become a task for few. The most common is to find recklessness in place of wisdom. Infidelity making address in respect. Converting loyalty into interest.

Values have changed, people even more. Nowadays, much is said about love and the minority know what it is. Love is not disposable or contemptible, it is noble in spirit.

It is a feeling that deserves attention and dedication. Therefore, love does not translate into a name, on the contrary, it is demonstrated through smiles. It’s a nice consequence.

It is noticeable when hearts are beating faster. The breath is panting, the hand sweats, anxiety is present and the voice is silent. It is tremor, nervousness and agitation. Legs dangling, teeth chattering, involuntary inattention.

We surrender, for losing control of the situation. Trying to be reluctant is a possibility, but at the end of the night, we already know where this story is going. We’ll settle the fights in bed.

At that moment, our hands were tied. Expectations take up residence in the place that was without tenants. They are disruptive, noisy and stubborn. They insist on making everything happen exactly as they plan, and depending on their luck, it might just happen as we imagine.

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But it’s unlikely, nothing sure or certain. We know where we can and want to go, but we have to respect a fine line between our attitudes and that of the other. If everyone does their part, great, we’ll move on together. Otherwise, a gap opens up and the entire castle collapses. No pity or pity.

That’s exactly what happened to us. I discovered, little by little, that everything you built was made of paper. The rain got wet, the scissors cut it, you crumpled it up and threw it in the trash. It was disposable and despicable, nothing recyclable. Nothing was concrete of truths, it was all a lie pierced like a fairy tale.

You were inconsequential in hurting those who loved you so much. Who was on your side when no one else cared. Who arrived early, late or at dawn, but who never kept you waiting. I was the urgency in your hopeless cases.

I was your support, your strength and it fit you perfectly, like a second-skin blouse. You, without having to try, just raised your arms and allowed me to enter your life. It was tight, small and suffocating. I then tried to escape through tight cracks. I stayed and kept trying.

But like everything that goes around, comes around, I found my plans were too big for your selfish dreams.

I held on smiling, followed the blood flow from the wounds he caused me. It dripped, in homeopathic doses, just to make me feel her contempt and coldness.

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And, if you’re interested in knowing, I felt it all very slowly. You got what you wanted, show me how deluded we are when we’re in love. I went blind, definitely, I did for you what I’ve never done for anyone. And I broke my face, hit my head on the wall and, these sequels, I had never carried it on my back either.

It’s heavy and exhausting. There were traumas, anxieties and fears. It remained in me, marks of a love that resulted in rancor.

Not even screaming you wouldn’t stand someone like you next door. Overvaluing the qualities is simple, I want to see the faults accepted. Beat your chest and not cower with such a straight face. Apologize, kneel down to say a prayer and truly believe that you did everything right.

Not conforming to your beliefs, but trying to dry your tears, because you know they will fall. And finally, wash your face and move on, proud of someone who never was. My silence translates what your conscience is screaming. And how you handle it is absolutely your problem.

I learned that my biggest mistake was letting some people stay in my life much longer than they deserved. After all, where nothing is expected, disappointment is always greater.

Who adds nothing to me, does not miss me.

Therefore, certain things need to be finished, before they finish us…

The end.