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“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were. ” R. Bach

Queste parole diventano realtà ogni volta che due persone che sono giuste l'una per l'altra si trovano in un momento sbagliato.

I know a lot of people who don’t believe in wrong timings. I probably wouldn’t either if it hadn’t happened to me.

I was head over heels for somebody who just wasn’t ready for a real relationship—at least not the first time we dated.

Quando l'ho conosciuto, era appena uscito da una relazione di 4 anni e dentro di lui si era scatenato l'inferno. Era come se dovesse recuperare tutti gli anni in cui si era sentito intrappolato in quella relazione.

I knew that right from the start. I saw it, but I couldn’t help myself…I fell madly in love with him, and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

I suoi baci erano impressi nel mio corpo. La sua risata e tutte le conversazioni che abbiamo avuto hanno stimolato il mio cervello.

Il chimica tra noi era innegabile. Era come una forza magnetica che mi attirava verso di lui. Indipendentemente da come si comportava o da come mi trattava, ero incollata a lui.

I kept looking through his fingers. I kept seeing the good and ignoring the bad. I made excuses for him without any need to hear the actual words “I’m sorry” from him.

All my rules didn’t count for much anymore. Before I knew it, I was in a casual relationship, hoping that one day, it would all change for the better.

I thought that day was just around the corner…and I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He wasn’t even close to being ready for a relationship—at least not an exclusive one and that was all I wanted. Someone entirely mine.

He left…

He took my heart with him…

My heart couldn’t even break properly. It was just emptiness inside of me that he alone could fulfill. I didn’t say a word.

I didn’t go after him. I didn’t beg. I just kept repeating to myself the old phrase I heard somewhere:

“If you love someone, set them free.”

I wasn’t an expert in love, but all I knew is that it should never be begged for. It should never be forced, and if it doesn’t flow naturally between two people, it is doomed.

La sua partenza è stata come una doccia fredda che mi ha svegliato da un sogno. Il dolore era così reale che mi ha fatto capire che, nonostante quello che provavo, meritavo di meglio e, soprattutto, meritavo il vero amore.

Getting through all that pain was excruciating. I think I wasn’t even aware of the true intensity of my feelings until I left.

They overwhelmed me. My world came crashing down. I couldn’t stop the tears. I couldn’t contain my thoughts.

There were so many times I wanted to pick up the phone and call him. There were so many days on which I wanted to “accidentally” bump into him in that small coffee shop he goes to before work.

Ci sono state tante notti in cui avrei voluto mandargli un messaggio.

But the little voice echoing in my head, “ If you love someone, set them free.“ era così potente da fermarmi.

There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for him. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to keep us together, but I just couldn’t transform him into someone who was ready to give me all of his love.

You see…there is no way in which you can force someone to love you. You aren’t supposed to beg for love. All you can do is give them the freedom to chose you.

That was all I wanted. For him to chose me. For him to be sure about me…sure about us. So I set him free, always hoping deep down that he would find his way back.

Tutto ciò che restava da fare ora era prendermi cura di me stesso. Ricucire le mie ferite. Riempire di amore per me stessa il vuoto che c'era dentro di me al posto del mio cuore.

That was exactly what I did. It took me a long while to stand on my own two feet again. I had to learn to smile again—really smile, not fake smile with all the pain hidden underneath.

Ho dovuto fare pace con il fatto che non faceva più parte della mia vita.

Quando sono andata avanti con la mia vita e il pensiero di lui ha smesso di farmi male, ha voluto tornare nella mia vita.

I have to be honest here. My first instinct was to let him in, to pull him close and plead to the heavens that the same scenario wouldn’t happen again.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk that numbness and emptiness coming back to me.

It was a great while, a lot of his efforts, long texts and explanations, until I let him in again. He was ready now. He wasn’t afraid.

L'inferno in lui si era trasformato in paradiso. Aveva bisogno di ritrovare se stesso prima di ritrovare me. Credo che fossimo entrambi un po' persi, lui più di me, ma comunque il momento era sbagliato allora ed è perfetto adesso.

Il tempo trascorso lontano lo ha fatto maturare. Lo ha fatto diventare una persona che era emotivamente stabile cosa che prima non accadeva.

He came back with a heartbeat I didn’t recognize, with a tenderness I never got from him before, with the humility of a man who knows he has done something wrong.

He knocked me of off my feet again, but he also brought the tranquility and safety I needed. I am happy now. Happier than I’ve ever been because he just added to a life I had already created for myself.

I don’t regret giving him a second chance. It was the best decision I ever made. And if you find yourself in a similar situation my advice is this:

Don’t rush into forgiving someone. Take your time, and see if they have really changed. Let them try to earn back your trust. If they don’t succeed, don’t take them back.

Not everyone deserves a second chance. All stories are different, and sometimes timing isn’t the major issue.

I got lucky I guess. The reasons for two people splitting vary, and there are things that you just can’t surpass.

Ma quando ho guardato più da vicino tutta la nostra storia, ho capito che non mi aveva mai mentito. Ho sempre saputo che era un disastro.

Non mi aveva mai promesso nulla. Mi sono semplicemente innamorata di lui, senza badare ai segnali di pericolo o alle sue parole.

I couldn’t—or I didn’t want to—help myself from falling for him. Just like I couldn’t ban him from my life when he came back.

I couldn’t say, “I don’t care anymore” when I missed him all along.

Credo che a volte sia necessario un secondo round per far funzionare l'amore.

Him coming back made me believe in miracles because when you think about it, “ If you love someone, set them free.“ è come provocare il destino.

It’s a test to see if the love you felt from someone is true and reciprocated.