Each person has a limit inside. The limit of feelings. Pain limit. The limit of tears. The limit of hatred. The limit of forgiveness. Therefore, people can sometimes endure for a long time.
When there is no love, everything turns into an empty, meaningless farce. No, not empty - a farce with calculation. Grievances, quarrels reveal their secret, deep meaning - LOVE. You say that you are not jealous because you believe, you trust. In fact, you don't care. You can let me go for a walk with the dog on a dark evening, because I can stand up for myself. In fact - you just do not want to leave a warm, cozy apartment and you - do not care what may happen. It's easier to close your eyes and not think about the possible consequences. You can do nothing at all. What for? There are service personnel. Free. As an attachment to the apartment. Comfortable. Profitable. And what do these women want? I don't understand … Why try to understand an unloved person? Nameless, not dear, not loved, not dear, sun, heart and joy of your soul?
Drawn templates. Invented by the people themselves. Good or bad? Love is the same and at the same time individual. For everyone - absolutely different. And each time you open it anew. From scratch. And then, just like before, you cry into your pillow. It was and was not. Already in a different way. I invented a fairy tale for myself and believed in it. You read thoughts, looking into the soul, and there - nothing … But you want so much! …
Believe me, when you love, you forgive a lot - cons, weaknesses, even those habits that infuriate. When you love, you forgive the notorious scattered socks, and you forgive the burnt soup. You like the new hairstyle, even if it doesn't suit you. Because you are still the most dear, in any form. You forgive her female weaknesses and little tantrums, attributing it to magnetic storms. And in return, they say goodbye to the Friday beer swim with friends. You put up with her dog and the new T-shirt you bought with your last money. And she forgives your weaknesses in the form of useless bells and whistles in the car. You worry and call every hour just to ask - how are you. And at night you count the stars exploding in your bed. There is a word - together. And when asked what you are doing in the evening - you answer - I will ask my beloved what we are going to do. Is it naive? May be. Female look. True, you should not try the cup of patience and violate the boundaries of reason. We are all human beings - imperfect, imperfect.
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Each person has a limit inside. The limit of feelings. Pain limit. The limit of tears. The limit of hatred. The limit of forgiveness. Therefore, people can sometimes endure for a long time. Silence for a long time. It takes a long time to draw conclusions. And then, in an instant, take and leave without words and explanations. Dangerous, unrestrained passion in one bottle. And this is all love.
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