Love is just a friendship on fire
Love is just a friendship on fire
¿Por qué con la aparición del amor debería desvanecerse la confianza de la amistad?
No parece justo ni real ¿Cómo puedes amar a alguien en quien no confías? Si no puedes hablarle de tus miedos, de tus defectos, de los aspectos negativos de la vida; entonces no puedes tener nada como pareja. No hay nada, no se conocen.
¿Por qué con la aparición del amor debe acompañarla la dependencia?
No puedes colocar tu felicidad en manos de otra persona, la vida en pareja es para compartir las alegrías y disfrutarse el uno del otro. Por gusto, no por necesidad. Si necesitas a la otra persona para ser feliz entonces tienes un problema interno. Nadie es imprescindible.
¿Y la rutina? ¿Cómo puedes dejar que tus expresiones de cariño se conviertan en un beso en el mismo sitio a la misma hora todos los días? ¿Cómo puedes simplemente hacerle el amor de la misma manera el mismo día a la semana todas las semanas, siempre dar las mismas flores y los mismos regalos? Si tus sentimientos no se ven renovados cada vez que le ves entonces su relación se acabo hace mucho.
¿Por qué le tratas como a un objeto? Tú no le posees, comparten su vida, porque ambos lo decidieron de esa manera, cualquiera de los dos puede marcharse cuando guste. Si todo va bien entonces podrás confiar en que no se irá. Ten confianza.
Believe, imagine, dream, love.
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Because I needed to say this: Thank you, J.K. Rowling
Dear J.K. Rowling:
I started writing this letter because a few minutes ago I was watching an advertising of “Deathly Hollows” and I just thought “what would I say to Rowling if I had a chance to talk to her?” and I could only think of two words: thank you.
Thank you because your story has been an important part of my breeding. When I was eight I read my first novel, about a boy who turned to be a wizard, I fell for this character as you have no idea (when I was 10 I wanted to marry Daniel Radcliff and that is all your fault). Thanks to you I started reading, and eventually I started writing. Your were the first writer I ever got to recognize, long before Jane Austen, way before Stephen King, and much before Anne Rice.
During the years Harry became my secret friend, the one I who I turn to when I just wanted to get away from reality. I must admit it was really disappointing when I turned eleven and my Hogwarts letter never came, but then got over it, don’t worry.
But I didn’t write this letter to talk to you about my experience with Harry; I want to thank you for raising me and my entire generation, for teaching us in your own way the value of friendship, love and strength, for teaching us that we have to believe in ourselves to be able to make big thing in this world. I want to thank you for creating one of the most important parts in our childhood.
Right now I’m about to graduate from high school and also Harry Potter It’s getting to its end, I already read the book so I know the end, but I am sure that I will still cry (and I mean a lot) when I see Harry next to Giny talking to Albus Severus.
I’ll be honest and tell you that I have no idea how to end this letter, so I’ll just finish with the phrase that started all this mess:
Thank you, Rowlling, for my childhood.
Maria Fernanda Lamus
P.S: forgive my bad English
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I feel like Adele describes my entire life in each one of her songs and when I hear her talk I can relate to everything she says. She’s younger than me, yet I take her as almost a role model, or at least an example of someone who caught their dreams and held onto them. I wish for that for myself…
In my family we do…
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that’s the kind of love I need
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There’s pain in this song, can you feel it?
Wrong time and way too temporarily…
Sometimes only one of them.
Maybe too late…
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Blue skies turning gray, like my love…
Have I ever told you how much I love art? that’s why I live surrounded by artists, it makes my life much funnier
Being in love with an artist it’s like being in love with fire:
you can watch it grow, you can watch its beauty, but you can never make it only yours.
Because an artist’s heart will always belong to his art, his only true love
