Não sou uma rapariga para coisas temporárias

Não gosto de temporários.

I can’t even put up with changing my phone so often – I’m que comprometido.

I don’t like the idea of love that has an expiration date. I don’t like the idea of getting bored with someone.

I’m just a purely romantic person. Adoro essa ideia parva das almas gémeas e do amor eterno.

Quero a minha pessoa para sempre e estou a falar a sério. Eu quero amor à moda antiga e a desmaiar com mensagens giras para o resto da minha vida, não apenas para o primeiro ano de namoro.

I don’t get why everything seems to be so short-lived these days. Why don’t people commit to things like they used to?

I’m not a girl for temporary things. I don’t like flings. I don’t like going on meaningless dates and pretending like I’m having a good time.

Adoro a espontaneidade, adoro o longo prazo, adoro ver o futuro com ele.

Será que é pedir muito?

Quero mensagens de bom dia e de boa noite todos os dias da minha vida. Quero ficar com a minha pessoa durante todos os dias maus e dizer-lhe I’m here quando se sente perdido.

I want to share every little and every major thing in my life with the person I love. From mundane things like picking what we’re going to make for lunch to big fated changes.

Quero fazê-lo com a minha pessoa para sempre.

Quero ver-nos envelhecer e não me preocupar com os nossos corpos enrugados, porque sei que os nossos corações são jovens e cheios de amor.

There’s nothing more attractive than being accepted as you are, always.

I want my heart to stay young – to never lose its flexibility to understand the new person my lover is becoming.

Porque a verdade é que, ao longo da vida, todos nós mudamos com o tempo. Eu quero amar todas as versões dele.

I want my love to stay pure and true – to always recognize the things I fell in love with him for.

Acredito que todas estas coisas são possíveis.

I guess I’m just not cynical about love – and that’s my greatest weakness and my greatest strength. I’ve been hurt before, but I don’t blame love.

It’s wasn’t love that tore us apart, it was impatience. It was an obsession with perfection.

Love isn’t perfect. I wish people would understand that.

Fantasies about someone aren’t what that person is. It’s what your mind thinks he is.

Don’t believe your mind but instead listen to the person carefully.

Nunca deixem de o ouvir. Give him all you’ve got and watch him become your everything before your eyes.

I think that’s a beautiful feeling – immersing yourself in your lover and loving him exactly for who he is.

Accepting all of the ugly things and understanding where he comes from. Feeling blessed because of the good things he has and you don’t.

Sentir-se feliz porque alguém o escolheu entre biliões de pessoas.

That kind of attitude towards love can’t be unrecognized by the other person.

True love is something you can’t remove from yourself, it’s something that makes you take care of it and grow it. You want to see where it’s going to lead you.

That’s why I’ll say this:

Don’t throw away old or broken stuff just because you’re bored of it. Instead, invest some time and energy into making it better.

When you fix things by your own hands (or own heart), that’s when you get the most unique thing in the world.

Uma imperfeição que corrigiu ou abraçou é o que a diferencia de todas as outras.

Desejar isso amor único.

Don’t chase the temporary, chase forever.