I have found almost everything ever written about love, to be true. Shakespeare said: "Journeys end in lovers meeting." - Oh! What an extraordinary thought! Personally I have never lived anything remotely close to that but I'm willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think more about love than anyone really should. I'm constantly amazed by its share power to change and determine out lives. Was Shakespeare who also said: "Love is blind." - Now that is something I know to be true.
For some quite unexpectedly... love fades. For others... Love is simply lost. But then, of course, love can also be found even if just for the night. And there's the other kind of love, the cruelest kind. The one it's almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert.
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other but what about the rest of us? What about out love stories? Those of us who fall in love alone?
We are the victims of on signed affair. We are the curse of the love ones. We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded the incapable without the advantage of a great parking space.
Yes, you're looking for one such of individual and I have willingly loved a man for over seven miserable months, the absolute worse months of my life. The months that I've been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed to be in love with a man who does not and will not love me back.
Adaptado do filme "The Holiday".
Beijos com amor.
PS: Em breve colocarei online a terceira parte da história que tenho desenvolvido. Obrigada pelo apoio e ideias.
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