The day begins windy, the sun rises and its first rays touch right in front of your window. After a while it blurs. You wake up in the dark morning and your new day begins. Suddenly you look in the mirror, deepen and rediscover yourself. You look in the mirror and realize that you are actually just a man of gray everyday life. Your pupil enlarges by looking at the transparency of the mirror, then it shrinks, and you are lost in the darkness of your gaze. The weather has stopped, it's raining outside, a light, cold breeze echoes between your hair. You realize so many things in just one moment. This moment is actually for you like an eternity, the stopped time and the rain that does not stop raining non-stop. You realize everything ... the people around you, the gray everyday life, your gloomy look, you think of the person you once loved, and now you hate so much, you feel indifferent. Sometimes it is impossible to take a step forward because your past pulls you back. You live in the past, but somewhere around you there is an hourglass that runs slowly, but time flies. You live in your past and for you time has stopped, the clock has ceased to exist. There is nothing in your world but your memories, your spirit and your soul. You live in your imaginary world. Memories ruin you little by little and you become a lost and insensitive soul. You do not believe that you will ever get out of this fictional world and continue to live with the memories. You already see pictures that are long gone, you don't understand anything. You are sitting on a swing, and next to it there is a lilac tree, already withered, the time there has stopped for a long time, and you do not want to move on. It's the fault of the people he wanted, but they betrayed, perhaps because they trusted too much. But most of all you want to bring this special person close to you, to feel his warmth and breath merged with yours. You feel something hot running down your face and suddenly you come back to reality and you realize that this is another tear running down your eyes ... that hot tear that is the only warm thing left in you, you realize, that you were just lost somewhere in the mirror. From the gloomy Elizabeth you realize that you were just lost somewhere in the mirror. From the gloomy Elizabeth you realize that you were just lost somewhere in the mirror. From the gloomy Elizabeth
1 ShyEmma1 answered
It hurts the most from betrayal and vain hopes. It is difficult to build trust. Only the strong can do it, and they can change without getting worse. Try to learn, shortly after the pain, even from nature, which is new every spring.