Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and before it becomes red everywhere, the price of flowers accelerate, restaurants run out of reservations and taxi prices increase even more, we will be bombarded with gift ideas for him and her. Then, there are those who feel depressed because they do not have a partner and others who prepare for the first quotes. But before getting trapped in all this, let's take a moment to discuss something else, a feeling, or maybe a moment in life, with which I am not sure that many can relate. This could resonate more with those who have reached the age of majority, the previous generation or those who have experienced the lives in different ways.
Maybe they just needed some patience. Maybe they needed some confidence, or maybe they just needed time. You saw them and knew it, but the point in your life you were did not allow you an opportunity with them. And so, you buried them, but continue to rise to the surface of your heart.
It is not difficult; It is simply. You are not sad, but you don't know how to feel it. Do not regret where you are in life now, but you know that I could have taken a different turn that would also have been good or maybe. Words cannot explain how. Memories are sweet, although you never had them. Things did not fall apart; No movements were made. Perhaps it was fear, his fear, his fear, or perhaps it was the moment that did not allow things to happen. Maybe he lost contact after that first meeting, or later, many times, he crossed the paths.
But you know, in your heart, there was something real or felt real or without a definition, but he kept persisting. Such a deep love, even the earth would have been jealous of it. Some of you still see you; Some of you not in years. And for some, they have died. And then the silence comes: the silence that has never been broken, because you have never talked about it. But your heart carries it, gently hidden in a quiet corner. You can't suppress it. Simply learn to ignore it, because that's now.
Every time you listen to someone to mention it, there is a quiet pause, a slow moment that you don't even know how to explain.
The hug: you imagine that he would have felt magical, but that is not the word because you never felt his skin. When you sat near them, your heart jumped in a way you could not define. You never talked about that. The words failed you. Silence was your language, just moments of tacit connection. It could have been all or nothing, but even without a single promise or commitment, its presence was enough.
And it's fine that never started. No one fails you for it; It simply did not happen. There are no goodbye, without words, just a peaceful silence. It was like a medication that you never tried, one of the happiest moments, years or moments of your life, even if it was just a look that happened too fast. But there is no bad blood, without regrets.
If you are reading this, I just want you to know: it is fine to leave them there. It is good to leave them in that soft part of your heart. It's okay to smile, dance with them in your heart. It's okay to look back, mix those memories, and it's ever talking about it. Because life happens, and that's all.
Life, oh life … is exactly what it is, right? And it is fine to be fine and not be well, appreciate the process, but never inhabit. What would have been ever knows completely until it is done. It is fine to leave it without speaking.
And here, I breathe deep.
If you can relate to this, it is good to share your story in the comments section below. If you cannot relate, it is good to answer other comments, ask questions and do not hesitate to express yourself. It is only part of life.
What is this kind of feeling called? How does this talk to you?
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