{"id":13143,"date":"2020-06-25T09:27:14","date_gmt":"2020-06-25T09:27:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=13143"},"modified":"2021-08-11T12:09:38","modified_gmt":"2021-08-11T12:09:38","slug":"questa-e-la-mia-ultima-lettera-per-voi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/questa-e-la-mia-ultima-lettera-per-voi\/","title":{"rendered":"Questa \u00e8 la mia ultima lettera a voi"},"content":{"rendered":"

Caro amore, cara felicit\u00e0, caro dolore, caro passato...<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I am unsure of how to start this letter because can\u2019t quite fit all you were to me into just one word. You were my greatest love and the hardest lesson.<\/p>\n

You made me the happiest I\u2019ve ever been and you made me the most miserable. It\u2019s funny how you can experience the time of your life and the low of your life all with one person.<\/p>\n

Quando penso a voi, quando vi ricordo, penso a tutti quei piccoli, semplici ma straordinari momenti che non possono essere descritti a parole. I momenti di vera felicit\u00e0.<\/p>\n

Come le notti in cui facevamo i pigiama party solo per noi due. Ci accoccolavamo nel letto e guardavamo un film. Niente di che, ma quelle notti mi sono piaciute di pi\u00f9.<\/p>\n

\"Coppia<\/p>\n

I felt that that\u2019s where I belong, right there with you, in the warmth of your embrace.<\/p>\n

Devo ammettere che penso a quelle notti e a quei momenti che abbiamo condiviso ogni volta che inizio a pensare a te. Mi manca quella sensazione di calore, di appartenenza e di sicurezza che provavo con te. Ma quella sensazione \u00e8 passata da tempo. \u00c8 svanita mentre ero ancora con te.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

With time, I think about you less and less. But even on those nights when I think about all those heartwarming moments, I can\u2019t help but think about those that made the blood in my veins freeze from fear.<\/p>\n

You know those moments\u2014where you had complete blackouts and you would just start screaming at me for no good reason. When you would call me all sorts of names.<\/p>\n

When you were saying I am no good for you and that it\u2019s my fault that you are acting the way you are acting. I provoked you. I awakened the monster inside of you.<\/p>\n

\"uomo<\/p>\n

You would calm down eventually. You would say you loved me, that you didn\u2019t mean those nasty things you said. But \u2018Love you\u2019 and \u2018I\u2019m sorry\u2019 didn\u2019t mean much from the monster I saw in you.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Tutto \u00e8 cambiato dopo la prima volta che ti sei comportato cos\u00ec. E ci sono stati sempre pi\u00f9 momenti come quello. Sei cambiato completamente. Sei diventata una persona che non riconoscevo pi\u00f9.<\/a><\/p>\n

Ti arrabbiavi spesso e, quando mi arrabbiavo con te, scaricavi tutta la colpa su di me. Hai persino giustificato le tue azioni. Anche se erano ingiustificabili.<\/p>\n

You wouldn\u2019t come home at night. You said you were with friends. You never wanted to do anything with me or go anywhere with me. I couldn\u2019t let go of you so easily. I couldn\u2019t give up on you.<\/p>\n

Continuavo a pensare che saresti stato l'uomo che conoscevo un tempo. La creatura amorevole e gentile che pensava tutto di me. Quello che era comprensivo. Quello che mi sosteneva.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"bella<\/p>\n

Quello che mi apprezzava per tutto ci\u00f2 che ero e per tutto ci\u00f2 che gli davo. Quello che si \u00e8 goduto quei piccoli momenti con me.<\/em><\/p>\n

Quell'uomo che un tempo conoscevo \u00e8 scomparso. Alla fine, scomparve anche la mia forza di lottare per te. Non ho mai pi\u00f9 sentito quel calore. Non mi sono mai pi\u00f9 sentita al sicuro con te.<\/p>\n

Non mi sono pi\u00f9 sentita amata. Sentivo di essere sola anche quando c'eri tu.<\/p>\n

I knew it\u2019s time to fight, not to stay, not to change you or hope that you will change yourself. I had been doing that all along. <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

T<\/strong><\/em>he time came when I had to start fighting to let go just as hard I was fighting to stay\u2014perhaps even harder.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I want you to know that was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I loved you even though you changed. I loved you even when I left because I couldn\u2019t stop loving you. But I had to.<\/p>\n

\"vista<\/p>\n

Non mi hai lasciato altra scelta. Il tuo comportamento \u00e8 peggiorato. C'erano giorni in cui tornavi ad essere quello di una volta, ma quei giorni erano solo la calma prima della tempesta.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t life anymore\u2014it was surviving. I wanted more. I deserved more. It wasn’t love any more. True love isn\u2019t supposed to feel like torture. Love isn\u2019t supposed to make you feel the warmth one moment and terror the next one.<\/p>\n

This is my last letter to you Dear Past because that\u2019s everything you are to me now. Just a distant memory of a love that could\u2019ve been but never was. It never was because you never knew what love is.<\/p>\n

Mi hai insegnato come le cose non dovrebbero mai apparire. Mi hai insegnato cosa non \u00e8 l'amore.<\/a> Ne sono grato.<\/p>\n

I still think of you sometimes, maybe I always will, but that\u2019s normal\u2014you were my greatest love, my hardest goodbye, and the biggest lesson I ever learned.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Questa<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dear love, dear happiness, dear pain, dear past\u2026 I am unsure of how to start this letter because can\u2019t quite fit all you were to me into just one word. You were my greatest love and the hardest lesson. You made me the happiest I\u2019ve ever been and you made me the most miserable. It\u2019s…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":97231,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","_kadence_starter_templates_imported_post":false,"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29653],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13143","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-letters"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":29653,"label":"letters"}]},"featured_image_src_large":["https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/This-Is-My-Last-Letter-To-You-1.jpg",800,532,false],"author_info":{"display_name":"Martha Sullivan","author_link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/author\/martha-sullivan\/"},"comment_info":0,"category_info":[{"term_id":29653,"name":"letters","slug":"letters","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":29653,"taxonomy":"category","description":"Regardless if you're looking for moving on, romantic, emotional, or open letters on various topics, you can be sure that you'll find it all here. ","parent":29651,"count":207,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":29653,"category_count":207,"category_description":"Regardless if you're looking for moving on, romantic, emotional, or open letters on various topics, you can be sure that you'll find it all here. ","cat_name":"letters","category_nicename":"letters","category_parent":29651}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13143","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13143"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13143\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/97231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13143"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13143"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13143"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}