As raparigas mais fortes têm um ente querido no céu
Há um certo tipo de dor que é pior do que todas as outras. É o tipo de dor que nunca nos deixa e que nos arranca o coração do peito.
It’s not about breaking up. It’s not about getting ghosted and getting cheated on. It’s not something that can be fixed.
It’s something that time can soothe a little but never heal. It’s the excruciating pain you feel when you know you will never see your loved one again.
Ela sente que todo o seu universo lhe foi arrancado dos braços e que não há nada que possa fazer.
It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It’s not fair. It doesn’t make any sense. Her loved one should have stayed and lead a happy and healthy life.
Ela precisava de mais tempo. Precisava de mais conversas.
She needed more laughs, more moments, more memories. She needs them still, but she knows that’s impossible.
She is strong, not because she wants to be but because she has to be. She’s accepted the fact that heaven was missing an angel and that sometimes awful, heartbreaking things happen, and there’s nothing we can say or do to change that.
Ela aceitou-o de certa forma, mas nunca o compreenderá totalmente.
That day, that moment when she heard the news about what happened, changed her life forever. It changed her. It made her question everything—even God and His plans.
She could barely keep it together. Her strength hit it’s the lowest point, and she thought she would run out of it completely.
But she didn’t. Against all odds, she pulled herself back up. And it wasn’t because she was OK with everything that happened. It was because she had no other option but to keep on going.
Death is something that turned her world upside down. It made her wish it was her in her loved one’s place. But she was still very much alive, and she had to find sense in all the pain and confusion.
She’s cried her heart out, but the tears are still there. They are going to be there every time something happens, and she wishes to tell her loved one, but she can’t.
Vão estar lá sempre que ela passar pelo sítio onde costumavam estar. Vão estar lá sempre que ela acordar de um sonho em que o seu ente querido ainda estava ao seu lado.
Vão estar presentes em todos os feriados e em todas as ocasiões especiais. Vão aparecer sem serem convidados e do nada.
The only comfort she has is that her loved one is still watching over her from heaven. She knows that person wouldn’t want her to spend her whole life in tears. That is the reason she is laughing.
She is happy that she had this person in her life even though it wasn’t as nearly as she wanted to. It was a blessing on its own.
She is strong because she hasn’t allowed death to turn her into someone bitter. She still has a lot of love in that soft heart of hers.
Ela está a dar esse amor às pessoas importantes para ela. Ela está a olhar para a vida com um conjunto de olhos totalmente diferente.
She knows that it’s short. That’s why she treasures every little moment she has with her friends and family.
Ela é um ombro para chorar, um ouvido que escuta e uma rocha para se apoiar quando um dos seus amigos está a lidar com a morte de um ente querido.
Ela sabe como é inimaginavelmente difícil, e sabe que apenas aqueles quem já passou por algo do género pode compreender.
Ela é forte porque sofreu uma grande perda, perdeu alguém que amava profundamente, e ainda está de pé. E se ela conseguiu fazer isso, ela pode fazer qualquer coisa.
