confess that sometimes I was unkind to me when things were the matter of the heart.
The flame of love is a mystery. Knowing exactly how, when it rises or goes out is difficult. And the whys are also difficult.
often selfishly wanted extend only a flame that burned within me.
wanted to extend that love at all costs.
is difficult to accept the "disaffection".
And just at this moment is that he saw something wrong with me.
And I had just called off by blaming the other.
blaming me, it was hardly gentle, generous, gentle with me. With my amor.Com my ability to love and be loved.
Nothing was wrong with me.
just was not meant to be.
And only time has chosen the right time for me to reveal the whys.
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