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FOREVER ALONE

I write a little, I know. I write a little but all in my mind, and a bit 'at a time I'm sure I'll be able to throw up every single idea in the network. And every day is such a source of inspiration, even if I wanted to draw inspiration from the days I spend at home without turning up the ass from the chair, it would take me 20 blogs and a dozen hands.
Today I could not miss the appointment with the ' ammmore .


The place now, so we understand from the outset what is my position. Here:

(my flickr)

One of the hardest things to do in relationships is trust.

The difficulty in letting go is a flap due to the inevitable and necessary to the negative experiences gained over the years.

I, for one, just trust me. Especially in love. Words are cheap, often gestures. So depending on what to trust?

Trust is a bit 'as have faith that you believe in someone on the basis of a emotional experience which can never be conclusive physical evidence.

What a mess.

It 's definitely a act of courage. It 's definitely something that goes beyond the feelings, their assumption really.

Trust is to "trust", especially in love . Precisely for this reason is an act of courage. Just why is it so hard.

Because this is a big mess!

Invidio le persone che si innamorano, sono coraggiose. Io in amore sono codarda. (sì ok, non solo in amore, ma ne riparliamo un’altra volta)

Ho paura. E non riesco a fidarmi.

Mi piace la metafora del paracadute che ho letto da qualche parte che non ricordo più. Più o meno recita così, che il cuore è come un paracadute, quindi funziona solo se lo si apre. Altrimenti splash .

La fiducia in amore is a heart-shaped parachute. It 's like being on a helicopter, equipped with parachutes and various paraphernalia, waiting to jump into the void. Those brave count up to 3, close your eyes and throw it, and pull the lever at the appropriate time, firmly believing that his parachute will open and that will take them gently to the ground (and if this happens or not is another story !). People like me, however, are still on the edge of the door looking down, wondering if the thrill of flight really worth the risk of crashing to the ground in free fall, but most do not believe that your parachute will open at the appropriate time. Want to no familiarity with the Aerospace Technology ( mea culpa), or to inherent manufacturing defects ( your culpa). The metaphor fits of bad for those who have ears to shoehorn.

Moral of the story? "The risk is too much to believe, what to believe too little" (quoted). [Perugia kiss docet]

In fact at this rate risk of not ever fall in love, this is beyond doubt.

Trust is the prerequisite of love . Of the real thing. Not passion. Not sex. There is no reason. There MUST NOT be right.

I speak of love with all capital letters ... LOVE.

Love is a rational feeling . For many this is a contradiction in terms. For me it is a contradiction in terms to fall in love with a person referred to do not trust.

And then we reason, is in love as in friendship (and maybe even more): Could you be friends with a person you do not trust?

If the answer is yes then I saw I did not understand his life. I packed his suitcase and leave for Honolulu.

If the answer is no, then I understood everything about life. the suitcase and I still am going to Honolulu.


Yet the desire to trust is just so much as fear.

Fear of yet another door in the face of yet bought tickets for two to travel to find themselves alone, of yet another stab at his side, umpteenth mistaken for meteor planet. The fear of yet again flop multiplied to the nth degree. Result: no regular . And I want to emphasize, though self-evident, that math has never been a my opinion.

said that I just have to wait that comes wait for me awareness that, although the percentage of defective parachutes not declined significantly in recent years, it is true that I could land on a soft blanket of daisies fragrant spring ready to soften the blow. Basically spring is really close, maybe not just metaphorically ( no calm, errata immediately: only metaphorically NOT).

I just have to stay stuck at the helicopter door, staring at the blank, breathe deeply, and hope that at least the view (at least that, ecchecazzo) merits.
Ad Maiora.

* The heart is my creation for today's festivities crocheted (no time are not made without a romantic !!!), @ ç xx0 Model / tutorial / schema. So, if anything, someone / want to know how I did not trust my word for wool, crochet, knit and low luck! Ah yes, and a little 'filling to make it all roly-poly.










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Then they talk about it calmly, of course.