Todas as mulheres têm aquela pessoa por quem nunca perderão os sentimentos

Há sempre aquela um person. It might be cliché, but it’s still true.

They were once a big part of your life and now they’re nothing but a memory.

There’s always that one relationship. Lingering in our minds. Even when it’s long gone.

As pessoas entram e saem da nossa vida, mas depois dele, sentimos uma enorme ausência. A sua partida mudou-te.

You don’t know what it is about him. He just seems to somehow surface from the back of your mind and haunt you from time to time.

It’s not that you fantasize about him daily. The memories of him just emerge on their own.

Whatever the trigger is, you’re still not sure what’s so special about him.

To be precise, you’re not even sure if you find those memories enjoyable.

Mas ainda te lembras da forma como ele se move. O seu cheiro. A forma como sorri.

Como ele anda. A forma como os seus olhos se focavam quando falava com paixão.

Lembra-se dos dias em que a única coisa em que pensava era ver o seu rosto depois de um longo dia.

Him holding your face and kissing you like there’s no one around.

You can recall the days you spent together happy and careless. Days when you lived clueless of what’s going to happen next.

Mas esses dias já lá vão.

Uma pequena parte de ti ficaria aterrorizada se alguma vez o voltasses a olhar nos olhos. Aterrorizada porque seria demasiado familiar.

Uma pequena parte de ti. O resto de ti tinha seguido em frente.

The rest of you can’t fall for the mere illusion. Not anymore.

You got tired by putting yourself out there and trying to show you’re good enough.

You stopped believing there’s someone else who can save you.

Now you know better. In the meantime, you’ve got to pick yourself up and build yourself again.

You worked so hard to be the woman you are today. That’s exactly why you deserve more than a man who couldn’t give you what you needed.

You weren’t made for algum dia and love that waits. You weren’t made for promises that never came true, waiting in silence, and feeling alone.

You’re made for things that last. You’re made love that doesn’t run away. The stuff they write poems about.

That’s why you let go.

Lembra-se dos momentos em que sentiu tanto a falta dele que lhe doeu fisicamente.

You remember crying yourself to sleep, thinking you’ll never be good enough.

You still miss him sometimes, but that doesn’t mean you want him back in your life.

Aprendeste a lição.

Aprendeste que podes fazer as coisas por ti próprio. Podes contar contigo mesmo.

It’s nice to have someone to hold you, but it’s better to always feel safe within yourself.

Ele teve a sua oportunidade e desperdiçou-a.

You know that his heart will always be part of yours, but he will never be part of your life and you’re at peace with it.

Cada desgosto é um sinal de que deixámos ir uma parte de nós. Uma parte que demos de bom grado a outra pessoa.

Still, that doesn’t mean we’re lacking. When we give in love, we stay in love.

Be proud of yourself for fighting for yourself and making your life into something you’re proud of.

Orgulhe-se de si próprio por não culpar os outros pelas coisas que lhe aconteceram.

Orgulhe-se de aprender com as suas melhores e piores experiências.

Permita-se alcançar a melhor versão de si próprio, vivendo a vida com autenticidade.

Viver autenticamente significa ouvir as suas próprias necessidades e colocá-las em primeiro lugar.

That’s not selfish but natural. How else would we be able to give to others?

If love has taught you anything, it’s that you can give and never run dry.

You can get tired, but love isn’t expendable. And neither are you.

So, share yourself with one who’s deserving of your love and beauty.

Walk through life proudly knowing that everything you’ve done, you’ve done with love.

Be proud of growing stronger from every lesson life has put in front of you and always learning you’re enough as you are on your own.