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Men often complain that there are no real women left these days.
Women, in turn, complain that there are no real men anymore.
And yet both men and women might very well be "real" within the framework of their own gender (awkward wording, perhaps, but at least the meaning is clear).
I long for closeness.
For understanding each other with half a word —
when I say only a fragment of a thought, and HE picks it up and answers — also with a fragment — and I understand.
Sometimes, in a surprising way, you start to understand the meaning of songs that have long been sung for you. Only during their life did their meaning somehow slip away from you. Because of a lack of life experience.
One day, after parting, still experiencing the remnants of the fading love… Cherishing glimpses of magical memories, like the warm light of the last rays of the sun in September… Rising on the wave of sensations again and again, warming oneself with the fragments of sensory memories of touches…
He came to me with that same cold gaze he had the day we parted. And on the very last day, too.
I became scared. He had brought an old man with him. In the old man's hands was a blue plastic chest. The old man intended to gather everything valuable in my home into that chest.
He had brought the old man to rob me.
There are words that must be said. You part ways with a person, but inside you live a couple of phrases that will torment you until you release them. It’s not necessarily that the person they’re meant for should hear them…
You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s hot. Occasionally it’s cold. At times, it’s warm and gentle. Sometimes it even feels like it’s forever. But time passes, and you’re on the road again.
You must keep yourself in check, keep yourself in check… you must fight. Not give up. I know this.
You must hold on, you cannot relax, you cannot accept pain as a given, you must remove it, erase it, you must find new reserves of strength within yourself, you must find a new source of optimism, positivity.
Whenever you do something good, of course, your heart rejoices that someone is feeling better, that someone received help. Then, of course, it rejoices because the help came from you.
Every time in moments of despair, when pain and death fade from my thoughts and feelings, during the brief moments of quiet, I find the strength only to shout to the Universe, "Help me!" and ask it the short question, "Please, show me why I have been given THIS trial, what should I endure from it, what should I understand?"