As consequências de perceber que ele não era a pessoa por quem me apaixonei

The truth is, when you fall in love with someone, you become blind. Everything seems perfect, idyllic. You look each other in the eye for hours, you kiss passionately, you laugh, the time flies and you’re happy together.

He becomes everything you ever wanted and you wait every second for someone to wake you up from this dream. Your life becomes a fairy tale where you’re treated like a queen, until you realize that it is not.

Eu também vivia num conto de fadas. Eu amava alguém que era perfeito aos meus olhos. Ele tinha tudo. As maneiras de um cavalheiro, um lado sensível e um coração grande e protetor. Fazia tudo para me fazer sentir especial e surpreendia-me quando eu menos esperava.

Eu amava-o com todo o meu coração, corpo e alma e pensei para mim própria: É isto mesmo! O amor verdadeiro deve ser assim! Being unable to sleep at night because you can’t wait for the new day, to hear his voice and be next to him. Acting childishly in front of each other because you feel like you’ve just been born.

It’s like you’ve been waiting all this time for the moment when you’ll discover the beauty of love. You feel like nothing can separate you no matter what because you would never let anyone ruin what you have. You feel blessed.

Até um momento em que nos apercebemos que a pessoa que amamos já não é a mesma por quem nos apaixonámos.

De repente, ele mudou completamente. As suas acções já não eram as acções do homem por quem me apaixonei. Eu mal o reconhecia. Ele já não se esforçava para me fazer sentir especial como antes.

At first, I refused to believe that this was all true because I was afraid that someone would wake me up from my dream, my fairy tale. I was constantly finding excuses for his behavior because I didn’t want to believe that he’d changed. I didn’t want to believe that his love toward me had all of a sudden turned into something incomprehensible to me. Something indifferent that was totally unlike him.

E então, ocorreu-me. When I looked him in the eye, I felt coldness in my heart. Like I was looking at some stranger’s eyes that I had never seen before. I realized that he was no longer the same person with whom I’d been acting childishly and who would hug me so strong that I thought I was going to suffocate.

He wasn’t the person who would fazer um esforço para fazer qualquer coisa por mim para me fazer feliz.

I was no longer his priority. I’d become his option. It was so hard to believe that all of this was going through my brain. It was so hard to accept the fact that nothing would ever be the same.

When you invest all of yourself into something you believe is meant to stay, it’s hard to think otherwise. It’s hard to accept crumbs once you’ve experienced the real thing.

The worst thing of all is the feeling of powerlessness. When your world is falling apart in front of your eyes and there’s nothing you can do. You wish you could go back and erase every single kiss, hug and gesture made by him so that it doesn’t remind you of the good days you once had.

O seu cérebro está ocupado com a única pergunta que ficará sempre sem resposta: O que é que mudou? Did you love him too much so that he’d become scared of your love? Did you do something wrong that caused him to change his mind about you? Did you become too hard to love? Did you ask for too much?

Over time, you realize that none of this is true. You are not the reason why he changed. The only reason why he’s no longer the same person you fell for lies in the amount of his efforts. The truth is that he no longer preocupa-se o suficiente para te tratar como a sua rainha.

He decided to discard everything you had because he didn’t want to continue building it. He became a stranger who will always remind you of the man he once used to be. He became a memory.