What I love is that the more unhappy, more rating given.
And so from the beginning of literature, because it is a matter of believing that moral masochism, which afflicted us especially women, is a thing of the TV.
O was dying for love as before de Sade, or killed by passion after their contributions. The thing to mourn, a love without regret seems unworthy.
Too bad ...! Will the letters should not take them too seriously ... or that life flows on the other side ...?
I've been reading the blogs, all kinds of pain caused by abusive partners. Dark situations, anxiety and heartaches different, of course always at the wrong time!, Stubbornness in holding tragic fates.
And when one drops a simple:
- Why do not you leave? .-
soap advocates jump ...
But ... if men and there are plenty of women! and in life, we all love many times, and we wanted with all my heart to more than one.
A sincere ... dammit!
So when I saw a recuadrito who heads the Blog Dulce , I almost fell backwards.
"Here's a smart woman, this girl that is clearly yes," he said.
And I brought him. Because there are good messages to be disseminated.
must campaign for our .
One love is if I let you live with sweetness, if you put wings so that you develop your interests, if present or absent encourages you and makes you a better person, freer, stronger.
One love is if I did not steal your joy.
The other, these tragicomedies of which we wrinkled, haggard, and umbrellas, those beliefs that we can not forget that haunts us, we must leave it to the literature because life is not a novel ...
And you only live once ...
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