“Come si fa a capire se è amore?
Quando va tutto male, ma male male, e non si sopporta più l’altro, e lo vorremmo picchiare, lo vorremmo far sparire, lo vorremmo cambiare, lo vorremmo mandare via, via, più lontano possibile, però non lo facciamo.
Quando, per una volta, ce ne freghiamo di aver ragione e pensiamo alla nostra storia.
Ci rimbocchiamo le maniche e cerchiamo di sistemare le cose.
Questo è amore: finire nello schifo insieme e uscirne insieme.
Nessuno è immune alle crisi, alla scarsa sopportazione, alla noia, ai dubbi, ai problemi.
Nessuno.
Solo alcuni ce la fanno.
Amore è resistere, fino alla fine.
E’ una sfida.”
- -I do, i love him so fucking bad! I puted him before my family and my money i want him to put me before his priority.
- -He will this time. I promise to talk to him about that.
- -Thanks you, you so kind, but HE have to choose by him self. My only wish is to see him happy and to make him the beautiful man he is but he have to want it too. And honestly, I need to believe that something is going to change and i don't want to hear him telling me : soon, in a couple of months , in a while . I want him to tell me TOMORROW , 'cause i'm sick and tired of all this shit. It's 1 year now , you know ?
- -Conversazioni disperate.
Conversazioni disperate.
And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that
he was the only one for me.
We both knew it, right away.
And as the years went on, things got more difficult —
we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay. Try to remember what
we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic,
electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in
every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up
to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of
a man who couldn’t contain himself.
I always got the sense that he became torn
between being a good person and
missing out on all of the opportunities that life could
offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way I understood him
and I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him.
I love him.
he was the only one for me.
We both knew it, right away.
And as the years went on, things got more difficult —
we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay. Try to remember what
we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic,
electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in
every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up
to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of
a man who couldn’t contain himself.
I always got the sense that he became torn
between being a good person and
missing out on all of the opportunities that life could
offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way I understood him
and I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him.
I love him.
