We often tell people that we love them. But why then we do the most harm and pain those very people, why we can not resist the temptation of life or our own "ideas". Why they say "if you love – then you will forgive”, why they do not say "if you love – then you will do everything for not asking to forgive"...
In short words, there is a question: is there LOVE, what is it and have you ever been in love?
Many people believe that love is something pleasant – is that so? I want to tell you a story about myself! I loved, for a very long time. But I did not know whether that was right, and if anyone needed that feeling. When it all started, it was like a fairy tale: not a minute separately, only two us together, flowers, gifts, our own small holidays, our own small world, where were just He and I. That was crazy and endless love, and that was wonderful! And then, later, everything started destroying... Because of insignificant reasons: he started intimate relationships with other girls, began to lye me, blame for my betrayals, existed in his imagination only, and much, much more... But I still loved him and he loved me, everyone saw that, we both cherished these relations, but we did not see that we had been destroying them... What happened? That might just be enough to meet? Maybe, no one needed that any more? Now I understand that love is not pleasant only... This is so painful to love, when you do not know whether he needs your love ... Do you need each other?..