I've long believed that true love means persevering. That if you're patient enough, if you try hard enough, if you give enough of yourself, everything will work out. That things will get better one day, that one day you'll see how much you mean to me and love me the way I loved you.
Partnership
Are some of the messages you receive confusing and emotionally draining? Narcissists are known for using messages as a tool of manipulation.
In long-term relationships, it often happens that partners forget about the small acts of kindness that came spontaneously at the beginning of the relationship. But it is precisely these little things, such as an unexpected hug, a sincere compliment, or a willingness to listen, that have the greatest power. They are the sparks that many people miss after many years and that can breathe new life into a relationship.
Have you ever wondered if it makes sense to give someone another - a second chance? Do you wonder what - if...?
Why does love sometimes hurt us so much? Isn't love what should make us happy, lift us up, and connect us? Love doesn't hurt!
Sometimes life puts a period where we wanted a comma, and that's totally fine.
Love can be a wonderful, but also a cruel teacher of patience. Have you ever wondered why you wait for a man to make a decision? Waiting for love that never comes is one of the most painful illusions we fall into when we don't listen to the truth that our hearts have been whispering to us for a long time.
Sometimes life doesn't deliver what you want, but what you need? Yes, he, he was everything I needed!
Do you ever feel like memories are more vivid than the moments you're experiencing right now? That you're stuck somewhere between "goodbye" and "go on," like in a song you sing over and over again? Why doesn't your heart follow logic?
It all starts with a promise of eternity – that he will stay, no matter what. But sometimes the door closes without saying goodbye, leaving behind a void that you fill with the hope that he will return. What if he doesn't?
What does it mean to love? Is it a decision or a moment when everything collapses and is rebuilt at the same time?
Do men really have emotional distance from their first love, or do they carry it within them as an invisible part of their identity?